"Top or Bottom" and sequel
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lesyeuxvertsOkay, so I lied when I said I was writing drabbles? *g*
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norbert02 again, thanks for the prompt!
Title: Top or Bottom?
Author: lesyeuxverts00
Word Count: 400
Rating: R
Pairing: Harry/Lucius/Severus
Prompt: "Harry and Lucius realizing their love for Severus at the same time and them out-wooing each other"
Warnings: Threesome, OOC, lack of plot
Severus blinked at the expensive potions ingredients on his desk. They looked innocuous enough – basilisk scales and basilisk fangs with a note in Potter’s handwriting and the finest selection of Veela hair from his favorite French apothecary accompanied by an elegant note from Lucius. Severus prodded at them with his wand, testing for curses before deeming them safe to use.
The next day, it was expensive cognac from Lucius and fire-whiskey from Potter. Severus checked them for curses and sniffed at the contents before putting them on a shelf with the Christmas gifts he’d already bought. The firewhiskey would do for Hagrid and the cognac for Minerva.
Rare books, dueling robes, fine parchment and premium quills, more potions ingredients, tickets to operas and Quidditch games, it went on and on. Severus put a stop to it when he came into his office to find that Potter had sent him a live Ashwinder and Lucius, a barely-hatched phoenix chick.
“This is not a menagerie,” he said, pouring Lucius a glass of the absinthe he had sent and Potter a glass of his whiskey. “I do not know what you hoped to accomplish, but I am not pleased to find livestock in my quarters.”
“Didn’t you like the gifts?” Potter asked, his adorable floppy hair obscuring his eyes.
Severus refused to smile at the boy, regardless of how attractive he was or how expensive Basilisk fangs were. “The majority of them were extremely impractical.”
Severus took a sip of his mineral water. “Now, what is this all about?”
Lucius swirled the absinthe in his glass and took a dainty sip. “Can’t we offer gifts to an old friend without raising suspicion?”
“We want you,” Potter blurted out after draining his glass of fire-whiskey.
Severus considered them, their long lithe forms, pale skin gleaming in the firelight. “Lucius, top or bottom?”
A raised eyebrow, a knowing smirk, and Lucius rose to stand by the fireplace, stretching his limbs and running his fingers through his silver hair. “Top, of course.”
Severus turned to Potter. “Top or bottom?”
A blush, eyelashes fluttering, and Potter looked down at his hands, ran a fingernail around the rim of his empty glass. “Er … bottom.”
“Well, then, it seems that we can reach a compromise acceptable to all parties. You gentlemen know how to share, don’t you?” Severus rose from his chair and gestured toward the bedroom door.
Title: Top and Bottom
Author: lesyeuxverts00
Word Count: 400
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Lucius/Severus
AN: Sequel to the above
Warnings: Threesome, OOC, lack of plot
Severus rested his palms on the smooth skin of Potter’s arse, pressed his tongue in a swirling complicated chain down the knobby vertebrae. Potter’s skin tasted of salt and musk, an uncomplicated clean smell. Severus breathed it in and exhaled, warm puffs over the wet skin.
Lucius was behind him, head bent, teeth sharp at the junction between Severus’s neck and shoulder. The quick flash of pain across his nerves, the thrill he felt when Lucius pressed an erect cock into his arse, the quick brush of Lucius’s silken hair against his bare skin – all of the sensations overwhelmed Severus and he whimpered, his teeth scraping against Potter’s tailbone.
Fingers teased his entrance, made slow circles around it. Lucius nibbled a path along the curve of Severus’s shoulder, following the bites with soft swipes of his tongue and long open-mouthed kisses.
Severus dipped two fingers into the lubricant and began stretching Potter’s hole. His cock twitched at the boy’s writhing, at the smell of the fresh perspiration that gleamed on Potter’s skin. Potter thrust backwards, taking more of Severus’s fingers into himself, squirming and panting. “More,” he said, “more.”
When Severus continued to tease him, Potter twisted, turning around and impaling himself further on Severus’s fingers. Lucius bent across Severus’s shoulder to kiss the brat, sucking his moans into silence.
Potter’s fingers, slick with lubricant, grasped Severus’s cock and Lucius’s fingers pressed deeper into him, pressed against his prostate. Severus thrust forward into the circle made by Potter’s fingers, thrust backwards onto Lucius’s fingers. “Now,” he said, and his partners broke their kiss.
Potter guided Severus into his entrance, bent his legs at an amazing angle and crossed his ankles around Severus’s back, pulling him in deeper. The warm slickness of Potter’s body welcomed him and Severus thrust into it. “Oh, yes,” Potter said, his legs tightening around Severus.
Lucius’s cock pressed into Severus, sliding into him centimeter by slick centimeter. Severus braced himself with his hands against the bed, and then his thoughts fell away, lost in the rhythm the three of them made together, Potter’s tight channel, Lucius’s thick cock and the sweat of skin pressed against skin.
“Come for me,” Lucius said, his teeth sharp on Severus’s earlobe, his pale hand reaching around Severus to fist Potter’s cock, and with the insistent brushes against his prostate and the arrhythmic clenching of Potter’s muscles around him, Severus obeyed.
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norbert02 again, thanks for the prompt!Title: Top or Bottom?
Author: lesyeuxverts00
Word Count: 400
Rating: R
Pairing: Harry/Lucius/Severus
Prompt: "Harry and Lucius realizing their love for Severus at the same time and them out-wooing each other"
Warnings: Threesome, OOC, lack of plot
Severus blinked at the expensive potions ingredients on his desk. They looked innocuous enough – basilisk scales and basilisk fangs with a note in Potter’s handwriting and the finest selection of Veela hair from his favorite French apothecary accompanied by an elegant note from Lucius. Severus prodded at them with his wand, testing for curses before deeming them safe to use.
The next day, it was expensive cognac from Lucius and fire-whiskey from Potter. Severus checked them for curses and sniffed at the contents before putting them on a shelf with the Christmas gifts he’d already bought. The firewhiskey would do for Hagrid and the cognac for Minerva.
Rare books, dueling robes, fine parchment and premium quills, more potions ingredients, tickets to operas and Quidditch games, it went on and on. Severus put a stop to it when he came into his office to find that Potter had sent him a live Ashwinder and Lucius, a barely-hatched phoenix chick.
“This is not a menagerie,” he said, pouring Lucius a glass of the absinthe he had sent and Potter a glass of his whiskey. “I do not know what you hoped to accomplish, but I am not pleased to find livestock in my quarters.”
“Didn’t you like the gifts?” Potter asked, his adorable floppy hair obscuring his eyes.
Severus refused to smile at the boy, regardless of how attractive he was or how expensive Basilisk fangs were. “The majority of them were extremely impractical.”
Severus took a sip of his mineral water. “Now, what is this all about?”
Lucius swirled the absinthe in his glass and took a dainty sip. “Can’t we offer gifts to an old friend without raising suspicion?”
“We want you,” Potter blurted out after draining his glass of fire-whiskey.
Severus considered them, their long lithe forms, pale skin gleaming in the firelight. “Lucius, top or bottom?”
A raised eyebrow, a knowing smirk, and Lucius rose to stand by the fireplace, stretching his limbs and running his fingers through his silver hair. “Top, of course.”
Severus turned to Potter. “Top or bottom?”
A blush, eyelashes fluttering, and Potter looked down at his hands, ran a fingernail around the rim of his empty glass. “Er … bottom.”
“Well, then, it seems that we can reach a compromise acceptable to all parties. You gentlemen know how to share, don’t you?” Severus rose from his chair and gestured toward the bedroom door.
Title: Top and Bottom
Author: lesyeuxverts00
Word Count: 400
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Lucius/Severus
AN: Sequel to the above
Warnings: Threesome, OOC, lack of plot
Severus rested his palms on the smooth skin of Potter’s arse, pressed his tongue in a swirling complicated chain down the knobby vertebrae. Potter’s skin tasted of salt and musk, an uncomplicated clean smell. Severus breathed it in and exhaled, warm puffs over the wet skin.
Lucius was behind him, head bent, teeth sharp at the junction between Severus’s neck and shoulder. The quick flash of pain across his nerves, the thrill he felt when Lucius pressed an erect cock into his arse, the quick brush of Lucius’s silken hair against his bare skin – all of the sensations overwhelmed Severus and he whimpered, his teeth scraping against Potter’s tailbone.
Fingers teased his entrance, made slow circles around it. Lucius nibbled a path along the curve of Severus’s shoulder, following the bites with soft swipes of his tongue and long open-mouthed kisses.
Severus dipped two fingers into the lubricant and began stretching Potter’s hole. His cock twitched at the boy’s writhing, at the smell of the fresh perspiration that gleamed on Potter’s skin. Potter thrust backwards, taking more of Severus’s fingers into himself, squirming and panting. “More,” he said, “more.”
When Severus continued to tease him, Potter twisted, turning around and impaling himself further on Severus’s fingers. Lucius bent across Severus’s shoulder to kiss the brat, sucking his moans into silence.
Potter’s fingers, slick with lubricant, grasped Severus’s cock and Lucius’s fingers pressed deeper into him, pressed against his prostate. Severus thrust forward into the circle made by Potter’s fingers, thrust backwards onto Lucius’s fingers. “Now,” he said, and his partners broke their kiss.
Potter guided Severus into his entrance, bent his legs at an amazing angle and crossed his ankles around Severus’s back, pulling him in deeper. The warm slickness of Potter’s body welcomed him and Severus thrust into it. “Oh, yes,” Potter said, his legs tightening around Severus.
Lucius’s cock pressed into Severus, sliding into him centimeter by slick centimeter. Severus braced himself with his hands against the bed, and then his thoughts fell away, lost in the rhythm the three of them made together, Potter’s tight channel, Lucius’s thick cock and the sweat of skin pressed against skin.
“Come for me,” Lucius said, his teeth sharp on Severus’s earlobe, his pale hand reaching around Severus to fist Potter’s cock, and with the insistent brushes against his prostate and the arrhythmic clenching of Potter’s muscles around him, Severus obeyed.
