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Bill watched from the settee as Severus paced like a caged animal in front of the roaring fire, he knew Severus was worried about his Miss Granger, she had been away from them for a week at a Transfiguration conference, but Bill was sure that Hermione would be home soon. Theirs was an unconventional relationship. He and Severus had been lovers since Bill had finished his education at Hogwarts. Bill’s relationship with Fleur had continued alongside his relationship with Severus.

The dynamic of his relationship with Severus had changed after he was bitten by Fenrir, as the full moon approached the wolf within him sought to exert its dominance and although he never underwent a full transformation Severus was only to willing for his lover to top.

Their relationship had continued in this fashion for some years. Bill had sensed a change shortly after their eighth anniversary. He watched as Severus would surreptitiously glance at Hermione. Bill could appreciate Hermione’s womanly curves, even though he was more interested in the curve of his professor’s arse. He and Fleur had split shortly after Victoire was born, Fleur cited irreconcilable difference on the divorce papers and their split had remained amicable.

Bill had decided to invite Hermione to join them for that years New Year celebration, and neither member of the triad had looked back since.

* * * *

He had loved Severus since his final year at Hogwarts when he had realised that although Fleur was indeed a very beguiling young woman, with curves in all the right places and brains to match his, what he really longed for was a tight arse and a surly disposition.

Bill had reached this conclusion when he realised how much he was going to miss working on his final year Potions research project. During their research, Severus had taken to discarding his frock coat and waistcoat, preferring to roll back his shirt sleeves to expose his lower forearms, it was the forearms that Bill noticed first, quickly followed by his Potions masters’ pert backside.

Bill had lost count how many times he had wanked himself to sleep thinking about sinking his prick into Snape’s puckered hole, how warm and inviting said pucker would feel, how the muscle of his professor arse would clench around his hard prick, how glorious it would be to watch his professor lose control.

Bill had waited until Prize Giving to tell Severus how he felt about him. He had drunk more Firewhisky than he cared to remember in an attempt to fortify his Gryffindor bravery, and noticing that Snape wasn’t in the Great Hall he had made his excuses and gone down to the dungeon.

Knocking and entering, without waiting for a reply, Bill found Severus sat at his desk marking papers. He took a deep breath and, conjuring up all his Gryffindor courage, he had declared his feelings for Severus in a garbled sentence that had the Professor smirking before he pushed his chair back.

Severus had risen from his chair like an imperious beast and covered the distance between himself and Bill in two languid strides. He had know that Bill had been watching him closely, he had relished stolen moments when he had seen Bill ogling his lower arms or the side glances at his arse.

Standing before him with the smirk still in place, Severus cupped the eldest Weasley’s face in his hands and leaned in to kiss him.

The kiss had been clumsy, passionate, demanding. Not at all like Fleur’s delicate butterfly kisses. Bill groaned as Severus’s tongue plundered his mouth, twisting and twirling with his own, seeking dominance, controlling yet addictive.

He had pulled Severus closer, grinding his burgeoning erection into the older mans own hardening prick. It hadn’t taken Severus long to suggest they take themselves somewhere more private.

Severus’s bedchamber had been just as Bill expected. A standard issue double bed, dressed in Slytherin colours, a single wardrobe and a chest of four drawers.

Severus murmured a spell and both men found themselves as naked as the day they were born. Bill groaned as his hot, hard prick rubbed against Severus’s. Snaking his hand between them, Severus grabbed both pricks and hummed as his thumb circled the head f Bill’s prick, sweeping the pre-cum over the head whilst his fist pulled the foreskin back.

“Is this what you want, William?”

“Merlin, yes Professor. I, want. You. To. Fuck. Me,” he panted as he thrust his hips forward.

Severus summoned a tube of lubricant from his bedside drawers. “You sure this is what you want, William? My prick in your arse, taking you from behind against the wall, or do you want me to take you to my bed? Be sure of what you want William, for I do not share.”

“Circe, Professor all I know is that I want you...”

“As you wish, William. Place your hands on the wall and spread your legs, I personally like wall sex, there’s something animalistic about fucking from behind.”

Bill groaned as Severus’s finger worked to loosen his pucker, first one finger eased in and stroked the bud of his prostate, a second finger followed, shortly and Severus began a scissoring movement, slowly Bill felt his arse relax.

“That’s it, William relax your arse for me,” Severus whispered in his ear before nibbling the exposed skin of his neck.

Severus began to lick the skin of Bill’s back leisurely, making swirling patterns with his tongue, whilst still stretching and preparing his entrance.

Finally satisfied that Bill was as ready for him as he ever would be, Severus placed his prick at Bill’s pucker. He groaned as he slid past the ring of muscle, sliding in a small amount before waiting for Bill to encourage him to move deeper.

Once he was balls deep in Bill’s arse Severus bit down on Bill’s shoulder, grabbing his hips firmly he began to thrust in adn out of Bill’s arse.

“Fuck, your wonderfully tight, William,” Severus whispered. He pace built as Bill groaned and whimpered encouragement with each of Severus’s strokes.

As he approached the brink, Severus moved one of his hands around and encircled Bill’s prick. The movement of his hand matched that of his hips. Within seconds, Bill was shooting his spunk all over the wall of his professor’s bedchamber. Bill whimpered as his prick twitched with the last shot of his spunk.

With a groan, Severus climaxed deep within Bill’s arse. Panting he rested his head on Bill’s broad shoulders.

“Fuck, William that was, quiet possibly, the best fuck ever.”

Once their panting had eased, Severus withdrew his prick from Bill smirking as his cum seeped from his lovers pucker. He manoeuvred Bill to his bed and wordlessly pulled the covers back. Bill slumped between the sheets and was soon snoring. Severus spooned against Bill and was soon snoring himself.

* * * * *

The biting wind pushed the tumbling snowflakes against the windowpanes of the log cabin. Severus settled down in front of the roaring fire, next to Bill, and awaited Hermione’s return whilst slowly tapping his fingers on the wooden armrest.

He hoped that she had had sense to use the Acromantula silk cloak rather than her standard issue clock. The Acromantula silk would repel the snow more effectively and would keep her warmer than her standard cloak.

Bill slid closer to Severus and rested a hand on his knee.

“Severus,” he whispered, “Hermione will be fine. She a bright woman, she won’t do anything reckless, unlike my younger siblings and Potter she has her head screwed on. I know just how to relax that mind of yours,” he grinned and winked at Severus.

Before Severus had a chance to answer, Bill had insinuated himself between his strong thighs and was slowly nuzzling his groin. With a murmur of approval, Severus slid his hips forward and let his head fall backwards against the settee.


Taking this as a nod of approval, Bill made short work of releasing his lovers hardening prick. Taking Severus in hand, Bill began to slowly stroke up and down the length of Severus’s erection, paying particular attention to the sensitive areas he had Severus mewling with pleasure.

Neither man noticed when Hermione walked through the door. She smiled as her eyes settled on her men.

“Honestly,” she muttered, “You could have waited a moment longer.”

Severus opened his eyes and smiled at his wife, “I’m pretty sure William won’t object to you joining us, nymph. Why don’t you come over her and reacquaint yourself with my prick, we’ve missed you,” he purred.

Bill smiled as he beckoned Hermione to join them.

She quickly removed her cloak and hung it on the peg by the door. Maintaining eye contact with Severus, she languidly made her way across the room whilst slowly divesting herself of her outer clothing. Severus groaned when she finally stood before them in naught but her white cotton panties and balconet brassier.

Bill rose from his knelt position betwixt Severus’s thighs and languorously kissed Hermione’s lips. Severus’s prick hardened further as he watched his wife and lover kiss, with a silent spell he removed both his own and Bill’s clothing.

Hermione broke her kiss with Bill by gently nipping his lower lip. “Care to join Severus and me, William?”

“Oh, I think I can be persuaded to join the fun, Hermione.”

“Excellent,” Hermione replied as she stepped out of her damp panties.

“Keep the bra on,” Severus instructed as he fisted his prick.

Smiling Hermione batted his hand away before seating herself in his lap, “as you wish, Professor.”

Bill watched as Severus removed the bra and teasingly circled his wife’s nipples with his thumbs. Hermione whimpered, pushing her hips towards her husband’s groin. Leaning forward, Severus took a taut nipple into his warm mouth a bit down gently before lapping it with his tongue.

“Fuck, Severus I need that prick of yours in me... Now!” she growled as she raised herself slightly.

“William,” Severus growled as he cupped Hermione’s breasts.

Bill needed no further encouragement and once again knelt between Severus’s thighs. Reaching between his lovers he placed Severus at Hermione’s entrance and then gently tapped her pert arse, “he’s all yours, Hermione.”

With a murmur of pleasure, Hermione sank slowly onto her husbands prick. Leaning forward, she hungrily kissed his mouth, tracing his lower lip, seeking entrance to his mouth, eager to battle his tongue for dominance. Severus obliged her with a throaty growl as he bucked upwards.

Bill watched the pair for a while, stroking his own prick, smearing his pre-cum across the head of his prick. Wordlessly he summoned his favourite tube of cinnamon lube from their bedroom and smeared a generous amount of the lube along the length of his prick. Satisfied that he was ready he slicked Hermione’s pucker with the same lube. Hermione turned to smile as their shared lover. She didn’t mind that Bill preferred to fuck her arse, even though she had offered to bear him another child.

Moments later, Hermione was filled by both her lovers, if she had been asked she would have replied that this was heaven. She loved fucking her husband as their lover fucked her from behind, stretching her arse, moving in tandem with Severus, bringing them to completion together.

The air of the cabin, which had previously been filled with the crackling of flames and soft popping of damp wood, was rent by the screams of three blissfully happy lovers, as one followed the other over the brink and into a shattering, orgasmic nirvana.

Hermione slumped against her husband’s chest and whimpered her appreciation. Bill’s hands slowly trailed up and down Hermione’s flanks as he slowly withdrew his softening prick.

“Welcome home, Hermione,” Severus purred as he slowly licked the sweat from her shoulder.