Pluck, Ramblo, and Arrows.

Brilliant, musical laughter rang out like silver bells across the field as the sweet, young boy raced away from the huge, black dog that chased after him. "Catch me, Uncle Sirius!" Harry whirled and taunted the shaggy, ebony beast that loped along through the field of wildflowers, looking utterly out of place. Like a bullet on a wedding cake. The massive dog let out a loud bark and leapt at the small, winsome child, barreling him over and then flopping atop him with a soft growl.

"Uncle...Sirius!" Harry cried, still giggling, his slender body wriggling beneath the furry form of his godfather. He yelped with another pretty laugh as a giant tail swept across his face, knocking his glasses askew and tickling his nose. Finally, the dog shifted and rolled over onto its back beside the ten year old, its legs sprawled out to the four corners. Harry climbed up to his knees and leaned over to rake his fingers through the soft, warm fur on his guardian's stomach. "Love you, Uncle Sirius." He mumbled and sighed happily when he got a slurp with that big, rough tongue against the side of his face and neck.

His eyes peered down, for the first time noticing the strange, red, wet thing thrusting up from the thick fur on Sirius's belly. He frowned at it thoughtfully, then reached down to let his fingertips lightly graze the raw-looking flesh, sucking in sharply at the heat it gave off. Sirius gave a low rumble and his hips twitched, the reaction seeming to solidify the reality of what that thing was in Harry's young mind. "Uncle Sirius...Is that your penis?" Harry tore his gaze from the red flesh to look up into the big, soulful, black eyes, watching as his guardian's muzzle tilted up and down in a nod.

A little thrill went bolting down Harry's back and he clutched urgently at the thick fur on Sirius' stomach when he tried to roll over and get up. "Wait! Please, Uncle Sirius...I want to...touch you." He whispered, heat flooding his cheeks as he forced himself to meet the ambivalent gaze of his guardian's dark eyes. A little sneer drew the dog's lips back from the sharp fangs and the head swung in a firm denial, but Harry leaned forward to lick across the muzzle, murmuring. "Please, Uncle Sirius. You always say that I'll never want for anything while I'm with you, and now you won't even grant me this one, small thing that I so desperately want?"

Harry knew he was being manipulative, but he wanted so very much to explore that strange, red flesh that seemed to bring his guardian so much pleasure. Sirius' eyes fluttered closed at the lick and then he growled, seeming to war with himself before flopping back resignedly to expose the glistening ruby cock. Harry shuddered, his breathing coming in sharp little gasps, every nerve in his body strangely electric and jumpy. He swallowed and whispered as his fingers raked through the soft fur toward the throbbing treasure. "Bark or...or nip me if I hurt you, Daddy."

Somehow, calling Sirius Daddy while his fingers drifted ever closer to his canine equipment only intensified the little shivers that were flowing out through his body from some place behind his heart. Sirius growled softly, the sound trailing off to a whine as Harry's fingers renewed their contact with the scorching crimson flesh. "Oh...Daddy, it's so hard." Harry breathed shallowly as he caressed his fingertips along the pulsing length, watching as more and more emerged from the sheath of softly-furred skin. He lowered his head suddenly, pressing his ear to the furry ribcage and hearing the rapid beat of his guardian's heart.

"You like this, don't you, Daddy?" He whispered breathlessly, his own heart seeming to want to leap right out of his chest as both of his hands curled around the thick, slick shaft. His answer was a twitch of Sirius' hips and another of those guttural growls, a paw patting gently against the top of his head. "If I do this, will that stuff come out of your penis, Daddy?" Harry's hands fumbled carefully, but eagerly, to stroke the hot length, pumping fast and trying to pay special attention to the places that made his furry guardian growl or twitch.

"Yes, Harry...Don't stop." Harry's head jerked up to stare at his guardian's friend, Mr. Lupin. He flushed at being caught, but since the other man didn't seem upset by what he was doing, he merely flashed a shy smile and returned to watching his small, golden hands pressing and rubbing the glistening red flesh. He barely noticed when Mr. Lupin knelt on the other side of his sprawled guardian, merely twitched when the man murmured quietly to him. "Kiss your Daddy's cock, Harry. Lick it and you'll make him cum quicker." Harry peered up at Mr. Lupin, brow furrowing, but he saw the feverish, wild look in the man's eyes and it made him even more tingly and out of breath.

"Okay, Mr. Lupin." Harry whispered almost in a daze and wriggled down, hands still eagerly and more surely stroking away as he sniffed at the scent of his guardian's...cock. Cock was what Mr. Lupin had called it, and it sounded much sexier than penis. Harry found the scent slightly familiar, like old pennies or the watering hole where he swam sometimes during the summer. He leaned in and pressed his soft lips to the scorching flesh, strangely wet and hard/soft, tongue darting to lick before he lost his nerve. "Yes...Oh, yes, Harry. Such a good boy." Mr. Lupin's voice had gone sort of low and growly, and the change made Harry a little light-headed with the intensity of the electric, jumpy, crawly feeling in his muscles.

He closed his eyes and began to coat the slick, hot cock in open-mouthed kisses and tentative licks, the taste a bit like swallowing a mouthful of warm water in the swimming hole. It was a little different though, since swallowing the water never made him drool this much. He felt a hand settle on the back of his head, and now he could hear both his guardian and Mr. Lupin making those sexy whimpering/growling noises. Long fingers stroked soothingly through his hair, then the roughened voice whispered once more. "Put your pretty lips around the tip, Harry. Daddy will like it a lot if you lick the little slit there and then drink as much as you can when he cums. Can you do that for him?"

Harry's eyes went a little cross-ways at the thought of drinking Sirius' cum and he nodded eagerly, moving up to close his lips carefully around the tip of the large cock. He instinctively knew that teeth wouldn't be nice against the soft, sensitive flesh, so he kept them covered as he felt with the tip of his tongue for the slit. Sirius' growls became sharp, brief yelps and Harry cast a worried glance to the furry face of his canine guardian, but Mr. Lupin soothed him again by stroking his hair. "It's okay, Harry. It just means he's close. Remember, swallow as much as you can." Harry nodded faintly and closed his eyes, flicking the tip of his tongue fast and light against that tiny opening, waiting eagerly for the 'stuff' to come out.

Suddenly the hand at the back of his hand tightened and fisted in his hair, holding him firmly in place at the same time as Sirius' hips jerked and forced more of that blisteringly hot cock into his mouth. Harry whimpered, half in protest, and half because the feeling set off some sort of massive internal combustion. His hands balled in the soft fur and he clung on tightly as a flood of molten, funny-tasting fluid burst into his mouth from his guardian's cock. He whined and swallowed furiously, but his mouth was just too small and a lot escaped, leaking out around his lips and soaking the black fur on Sirius' doggy tummy.

Finally the tide abated and Harry fell back, panting for breath and feeling as if he might fall right through the earth and just keep tumbling forever in space. He stared up at the blue sky, shaking and pressing his hands to his stomach, feeling both strange and wonderful at how full of his guardian's cum it was. "Harry?" He blinked hazily at the face of Mr. Lupin and then Sirius, the human Sirius, peered down at him too, looking concerned. "Remus, you shouldn't have encouraged him. Hell, I shouldn't have agreed in the first place..."

Harry yawned so hard his jaw popped and he whimpered at the shot of pain, reaching up for his Sirius with a dreamy smile. "Thank you, Daddy. Don't be mad at Mr. Lupin, it felt so good! Why am I sleepy, Daddy?" Harry mumbled the last few words as he drifted off into a contented womb of slumber, never feeling the arms that lifted him to carry his small body back into the house.

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"Remus...Fuck, Remus, stop it! Harry...Harry is right...right there." Harry woke slowly to the sound of his guardian's voice, recognizing the growly, raspy tone. That was sort of like Mr. Lupin's earlier, in the field. The memory of what had happened returned and sent a fresh flurry of sparkly vibrations through Harry's body. He rolled over on his side and peeked through his lashes, shivering when he caught sight of Mr. Lupin with his mouth around Sirius' human cock. Harry savored that word, grinning wickedly to himself at it's naughtiness.

He reached down to a funny pain between his legs and jumped, stifling a gasp as his hand touched his own...cock, finding it very hard. He furrowed his brow and touched it again, heart going all fluttery, heat bursting out through him like when he got a fever. It felt good to touch his hard cock, and he wriggled a bit, pressing his palm to it and nearly moaning at the bliss that rose from that simple act. Is that what made stuff come out? Is that why Daddy and Mr. Lupin...

He stopped and jerked his head up, eyes widening as he realized that both Sirius and Mr. Lupin had stopped what they were doing and were now watching him. He blushed and pulled his hand away from his cock, ducking his head with a little shaky breath. "S-Sorry!" Mr. Lupin chuckled and glanced between Harry and Sirius, murmuring. "No need to apologize, Harry. We were enjoying watching you." Harry peeked through his hair and saw the funny, glassy-eyed expression on his guardian's face, his lips curling into a little smile. "You were, really?"

Mr. Lupin nodded and shifted in his chair, turning to face Harry more fully, then he reached over and pulled Sirius down into his lap. He tilted his head to look around Harry's guardian and smiled. "I think we would like it more if you took your clothes off, Harry." Sirius shifted and mumbled something that sounded like a half-hearted protest, but Mr. Lupin's hand went around the very large cock thrusting up from between his guardian's legs. After that, Sirius just moaned and leaned back against him, shaking and staring at Harry very intently.

Harry thought a moment, then stood up, licking his lips before swiftly clambering out of his clothes, wanting to hurry and get it done before he lost his nerve. He ducked his head shyly once he was finished, his hands cupping over his hard cock and hairless balls. "Mmm...Move your hands, son." Sirius' voice was sort of all ragged and trembly, and it made Harry's erection all the more achy. He sucked in a steadying breath and let his hands fall away, heat flooding his face. "Gods, you're gorgeous. Isn't my boy gorgeous, Remus?" Harry peered through his unruly black bangs and saw the rapt expressions on both men's faces as they stared at him.

A strange, swooping feeling of power went careening through Harry and his shyness retreated. He tossed his hair back and placed his hands on his hips, rolling them slowly and arching his back, smiling at how his actions made both of the older men gasp a little. "T-Turn around...please." Mr. Lupin's voice was almost squeaky, and it made that funny, bold feeling even stronger, so Harry spun neatly to show them his back. He peeked over his shoulder and stretched his arms up over his head, rising up on his tip-toes and giggling breathlessly when both men growled.

"You like looking at me?" He murmured, feeling drunk, giddy with the reactions he could evoke in the adults with such simple actions as taking off his clothes. They both nodded with a sort of wobble to their necks, as if they'd gone all noodly, and Harry caught a flash of inspiration. He bent forward, shifting his legs wider, though his embarrassment threatened to return. He forced it away and spread his legs nice and wide as he leaned forward to balance his hands on the edge of the couch. He knew this was exposing the most private bits of him, but judging by the sighing moans and clatter of noise from behind him, he knew that he'd been right about how it would effect his two favorite men.

He tried to look back, just about to move when a hand dropped heavily on his back and a gruff voice whispered. "Don't move, son. We're going to make you feel good." Harry blinked and lowered his head into the space between his arms, peeking back between his legs and gasping. He caught sight of Sirius' face just before he felt the warm, wet tongue sliding over his small, sensitive balls. He jumped a little and whimpered, but the hand on the small of his back kept him in place. That lovely, yet odd, sensation traveled over his balls until he was intoxicated with the tingles again, barely noticing at first when Mr. Lupin slid under him. "Harry...Kiss me." The blond man's voice was soft and whispery, his hands sliding into Harry's hair to rub at his scalp.

Harry blinked at him and then leaned forward to lightly press his lips against the older man's, his heart leaping about in his chest and then trying to fly out of his throat when Sirius' tongue suddenly touched him there! "Daddy! No, that's...that's dirty!" Harry pulled back from Mr. Lupin, his eyes wide and his hands gripping tight on the couch, but any further protests were destroyed when the blond wizard covered his mouth. He gasped in a little, then shifted his grip to the slender shoulders, leaning heavily on Mr. Lupin as his tongue curled and licked at the inside of Harry's mouth. It felt so wonderful. Harry sighed and let his tongue go exploring inside of Mr. Lupin's mouth, touching the tip to his smooth teeth and the funny ridges at the roof.

Sirius' tongue swirled around Harry's...place, and pretty soon it didn't feel weird anymore, it just felt really nice. Harry wriggled back, whimpering as Mr. Lupin closed his lips around Harry's small tongue and began to suck, bobbing his head back and forth over the length. The feeling was amazing, unlike anything he'd ever expected and he had never seen anyone on the tele or in flicks doing that to anyone else's tongue. He'd have remembered. He groaned and then Daddy's tongue poked against him and Harry clutched wildly at Mr. Lupin as it went inside. All sorts of fireworks and explosions were happening inside of him and he felt like he might just die from the happy, tingly, hot feelings.

Mr. Lupin finally pulled away, but all he did was move Harry's hands back to the couch and start kissing and licking over Harry's neck. His moans and whimpers seemed too loud after being muffled in the kiss, but he couldn't stay quiet, not with his guardian's wriggly tongue sliding in and out of his...place. His hips seemed to be moving all on their own, rocking to meet those delightful intrusions, though he'd never expected anything going in that place would feel this good. "Mr. Lu-Lupin." Harry gasped as the blond wizard's teeth scraped over one of his nipples and sent a tumbling sparkler flying through Harry's tummy. "Call me Remus, Harry."

"R-Remus..." He whispered and cried out again, falling forward a little, his head hitting the couch when he felt warm breath fluttering across his aching cock. "I...like that word." Harry babbled mindlessly, pleasure destroying all semblance of rational thought as he felt Remus' tongue slithering over his throbbing length and his guardian's tongue stabbing deep inside of his bottom. "What word, Harry?" Harry giggled drunkenly and tried to make his hips be still, but they kept jerking back and forth, trying to feel both Remus' wonderful hot, moist mouth and Sirius' thick, poking tongue. "Mmm...Cock. It's sexy." Harry gasped and yelped as Remus' tongue traveled back and Sirius' slid down and they met on the smooth skin between Harry's balls and his...place.

"Oh! That...Wow...S-s-Suck, please! B-bite!" Harry no longer had any sense of what he was saying, but somehow everything he wanted done was being done. One mouth sucked at that perfectly sensitive patch of skin for a long moment that made Harry feel as if he might break apart, and then when the other mouth, or maybe the same mouth, nipped at it, he almost fell down. Hands lifted him, held him up and the tongues writhed against him, and each other, for a little longer before parting again. "Know any other sexy words, Harry?" The words and their meaning filtered separately into Harry's whacked mind and he giggled again with a moan.

"Toby told me that fuck's a naughty word, too. He says that what these two sheep were doing was fucking. The sheep didn't look very sexy, but fuck's still a sexy word." Harry cried out wordlessly when Remus' mouth seemed to cover all of him, his cock and his tight balls, his tongue wriggling up against them in ways that made Harry's eyes cross. "And...and Toby said he watched his Dad and Mom once...said his Dad told his Mom she was a good cocksucker. Toby says that cocksucker is a bad word. Remus...you...you are a good cocksucker!" That thick, wet tongue drove suddenly into his bum and curled, flexing and pressing unexpectedly against something inside of Harry that set off an earthquake.

He jerked his head back, shoved himself unconsciously at the two men and shrieked as he felt some enormous, gigantic, happy/painful thing slam into him. It was like eating ice cream and falling down the stairs, like the ocean and the sky. It was...everything! He couldn't hold onto it and he broke apart and scattered everywhere, getting lost in the dark and the dusty spaces under the couch.

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"Harry?" He fluttered awake a moment later, sucking in a breath and trembling as he recalled the great, big glorious thing that had attacked him and lost him under the couch. "'M I a dus'bunny?" He mumbled drowsily and blinked as he heard laughter, licking his lips and sitting up a little, peering at Remus and Sirius with eyes that were still a little hazy from the thing. "What happened? I thought the big thing broke me?" Remus arched a brow and murmured. "You had an orgasm, Harry. You just fainted for a minute because it was so strong, you're fine."

Sirius was looking at him intently, and Harry blushed, realizing he was still naked. "Oh...Did...you and Daddy have...organisms, too?" He stumbled over the word, brow furrowing as it refused to sound for him the way it had when Remus had said it. "No, Harry. I thought we should wait. Now that you are awake, your Daddy and I want to...we want to cum on you, sweetie." Sirius shook his head, glaring over at Remus and muttering. "I'm telling you, it's degrading and..." Harry reached out to put his hand over his Daddy's cock, touching it and smiling at the softness. "Your human cock is softer and not wet like your doggy cock, Daddy."

Sirius went all shivery and growly again and Harry giggled, dropping his hand to trail his little fingers through the soft hair covering his guardian's balls. "Daddy, I want you to cum on me. You and Remus. I like making you feel good and I think...I think it will be sexy to have your cum on me." He looked up to his guardian and smiled, licking his lips and dropping his hand to lean back, eyes wandering to Remus' exposed cock. Man, he really liked that word. Remus wasn't as thick as Daddy, but he was longer and had a curve that looked kinda...pretty. "Your cock is pretty, Remus." Harry grinned at the wicked word tumbling from his lips, eyes darting between the two adults. "And what about your Daddy's cock?" Remus chuckled softly as he reached over to curl his fingers around Sirius' bulky girth.

Harry studied his guardian's cock, trying to find a word for it, then beamed and looked up to the two men. "Daddy's cock is manly. Like that guy we saw in that movie, with the muscles? Daddy's cock is Ramblo!" He blinked at the laughter, albeit breathless and rumbling, that accompanied his announcement, wondering if he'd gotten the name wrong. "Oh...Harry, that is the perfect name for your Daddy's cock. Ram-blo." Remus smirked at Sirius, then moaned wantonly when the other man reached to wrap his larger, slightly rougher hand around that 'pretty' cock. "And what shall we call Remus' cock, Harry?" Harry darted his gaze between the two men's hands, feeling that pleasant shivery sensation coming back as they touched each other.

"Mmm...I think Remus' cock should have a pretty name, but not stupid and girly. Just because it's pretty, doesn't mean it's girly. Hmm...Who was that guy in the story about the gods and goddesses, Daddy? Remember, he shot those things and made people fall in love? Arrows! Remus' cock should be called Arrows." He settled back and peered down at his own cock, hearing their groans and whimpers, licking his lips as he waited for them to cum on him, eager for the sensation. "Mine's small and mischievous. I'll call it Pluck, like the goat thing in that play by Shake's pear." He looked up and his eyes widened, a moan escaping when he saw his two favorite people kissing feverishly and staring down at him, their hands flying over each other's cocks.

"Oh...Daddy, Remus...Fuck! Yes, cum on me!" He fell into that semi-trance again and his mouth took over, but whatever he said it seemed to turn the trick, because the next thing he knew the air was rent with the sound of two howling groans. He jerked as the first hot splatter of cum hit his thigh, then he fell back and reveled in the sight and feel of his feverish skin begin coated in the sticky, white strands. More and more poured out until he couldn't see his tummy or his cock through the heavy covering, then Remus and Sirius kind of melted to the floor. He blinked and peeked over the side of the couch, giggling to himself when he saw them sprawled out, twitching and panting like he'd been doing earlier. An impish idea struck him and he whispered. "Watch me." A set of golden brown eyes and a set of grey-blue ones rolled to him, and he reached to slick his hand through the heavy coating on his skin. He grinned wickedly as he lapped their cum off his hand and they stared on in amazement, matching growls filling the small cottage.

Harry delighted in his power and continued scooping and lapping away the sticky cream until he was all clean and the two men looked half-crazed. He finally clambered down and urged them together, settling between them as he closed his eyes, patting his full tummy and mumbling. "Night, Ramblo and Arrows."

((Puck, Rambo and Eros. Just in case you were wondering.))