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Draco sat, swirling his glass of fire whiskey for the one-hundredth time that evening before taking a long sip.
“So,” he asked Blaise, in a tone intended to be casual, “How are things with Granger?”
Perhaps if he pretended not to be affected by the answer, then he wouldn’t be.
Denial wasn’t just a river in Egypt, after all. It was quickly becoming one of Draco’s most well-honed skills.
“You could find out for yourself, you know.” Blaise lifted a brow and made a show of removing a maraschino cherry from a plastic spear with his teeth. “Just have to stop being a coward.”
Draco huffed, and rolled his eyes, trying to ignore the tingling in his groin as Blaise licked cherry juice from his bottom lip.
“Granger wouldn’t want me like that.” He knew he sounded pathetic, but it was actually soul-crushing to say it out loud. “And anyway, she doesn’t seem like the sharing type.”
“Neither do you, and yet, you’d make an exception for us, would you not?”
Of course he would. But sharing was the least of his problems.
He sighed. “As if my parents would accept it. They barely accepted us, Blaise.”
Blaise tilted his head, giving Draco a pointed stare. ”Mate,” he said, shaking his head, “your mother loves you. She risked her neck to keep you alive during a war. Do you really think she’d toss you out over your choice of shag?”
But surely they both knew it wasn’t his mother who was the problem. She’d proven her love to be unconditional throughout his entire life.
“But my father—”
“Is subservient to your mother,” Blaise replied calmly, inspecting his perfectly manicured nails.
Draco’s thoughts wandered, distracted by Blaise’s fingers. He’d always loved Blaise’s hands.
He wondered if Granger appreciated them, wondered if Blaise used those long fingers to work the tension out of her after a stressful workday.
If he pushed them deep inside her, finding her slick, hot, and tight and–
Clearing his throat, Draco shifted and readjusted himself in his trousers. He stared glumly into his drink, spinning the glass in his hands. “Why did we even break up?”
“Because you were a coward,” Blaise said again, voice matter of fact. He leaned forward until Draco looked up to meet his gaze, then the corner of his mouth twitched up.
“You asked how she is? Well, let me tell you.” His best friend and former lover bit his bottom lip and shook his head as if he were still in disbelief.
As if Granger’s cunt held all the seven wonders of the world deep within.
Draco braced himself.
“You’ve always had a thing for her and those sugar quills, yeah? Obsessed over the way she sucked the life out of them.”
Blaise licked his lips and closed his eyes, as if tasting something sweet and Draco instinctively licked his own.
“Mate, she’s better than you could ever imagine. Such a swotty little thing, oral fixation. Sucks cock better than anyone.”
At Draco’s sullen expression, Blaise patted him on the hand. “Okay, not better than you. But equally good, I’d say. And don’t even get me started on her tits. Or that sweet, tight—“
By that point, Draco’s cock was at full attention.
“Stop,” he croaked, a combination of sick with jealousy and the most aroused he’d ever been in his life.
Blaise raised his hands, a faint, knowing smirk tugging at his mouth. He’d always known exactly what Draco’s limits were.
“Fine. But if you ever decide to stop talking yourself out of having something you’ve wanted forever,” Blaise leaned back in his chair. “Well. You know where to find us.”
Of course he did. He was cursed to work with them.
***
Draco walked through the doors of the research wing at the DOM and sat in the conference room with no small amount of trepidation.
Ever since Blaise had taken up with Granger, Draco had been avoiding them both.
He didn’t want to face the complicated barrage of emotions he knew would make themselves at home in his gut at the sight of them together.
Jealousy, of course. That sickly white hot throb in his stomach at the idea of them having free rein over each other, while he had no rights to either of the two people who’d starred in his fantasies for more years than he would admit. (One of whom he’d had a taste of, before he’d gone and fucked everything up.)
Of course there was arousal too. No matter how hard Draco tried, he couldn’t stop picturing the two sexiest people he knew, well, fucking. Each other, mostly, but also him.
Blaise was a very enthusiastic and attentive lover as he knew from experience. He knew exactly how to make Draco beg, how to work him open and fill him up. How to make him come like a fountain.
Granger on the other hand. He’d never had the luxury of carnal knowledge.
He’d only ever dreamt of her, of how she might look with her legs up in the air while he fucked her into the mattress. How her perfect tits would bounce with each hard thrust, the way her pink lips would part as she moaned his name.
Now that the two were together, it changed the picture. Draco imagined sitting in a chair, being allowed to watch, fisting his aching cock while he watched Blaise sink into her.
Or, on his knees on the floor, Blaise pistoning his cock into him, while Granger lay beneath him on the floor, squeezing those luscious tits around his own erection, suckling at the tip like a lolly.
Draco shuddered, forcing himself back to the present moment only to find two pairs of eyes on him.
Shit, had he just groaned out loud?
Blaise watched him with interest, a slight smirk on his handsome face. If Draco didn’t know better, he’d think he’d been reading his mind.
A sense of trepidation spread through Draco when Blaise’s hand disappeared under the table, then reemerged with something pink. After glancing at Draco he returned his attention to Granger who smiled beatifically when she noticed what Blaise held in his hand.
And oh fuck. It was a sugar quill.
Draco felt his soul leave his body when Blaise slowly lifted it to her lips, pressing the pink tip of it to her plump lower lip before she opened for him.
She allowed him to slip it into her warm, welcoming mouth, lashes fluttering, as she wrapped her lips around it.
Blaise gave it a gentle pull, and she released it from her mouth, reaching up to take it from him.
Holding it between her thumb and index finger, she tapped it on the tip of her tongue before she casually raised her hand in the air to answer a question posed by…well. Someone.
He’d missed it, too enrapt by the damn sweet in her hand, wondering how it might feel to have her lave at his cock with the same enthusiasm.
Draco squirmed, then jumped in his seat when he noticed Blaise smirking at him. It had been one thing to fantasize about Granger jointly when he and Blaise were together.
It was quite another to be staring at Blaise’s girlfriend and imagining fucking her mouth.
Clearing his throat, he attempted to focus on the meeting at hand, but it was too late—all the blood in his brain had rushed to his cock.
Blaise leaned over and whispered something to Granger. She nodded, smirking, and after a quick glance at Draco, she extended her hand and offered the sweet to Blaise.
She ran it along his bottom lip and both she and Draco watched as Blaise took the candy into his mouth, releasing it with a pop.
Draco jolted again, looking around, shocked that no one else was seeing or hearing the indecent display they were putting on.
Had they cast a glamour of some kind? Granger was more than capable of pulling off an impenetrable Notice-Me-Not, as was Blaise for that matter.
Blaise caught his eye again, with a salacious gleam in his eyes, tongue curling around the sugar quill.
Draco’s erection throbbed violently.
Oh, he was all too familiar with what Blaise’s mouth was capable of.
At this point, there was no denying it.
Draco would have to book it to his office and wank like a pathetic sixteen-year-old boy before he’d be able to focus on work, let alone look Blaise or Granger in the eye.
Holding Granger’s wrist, Blaise guided the candy back to her mouth, gliding it along her bottom lip until she opened. Draco’s breath caught when Blaise began to slide it in and out of her mouth, watching her mouth raptly, exactly the same way he might if feeding her a cock.
Draco could’ve sworn he heard her moan. He noticed Blaise’s other hand was missing under the table, and that he was angled toward her in a rather telling position.
Surely they weren’t…not in the middle of a meeting. Not in front of him.
Draco was certain they were trying to drive him mad.
And as it became more clear that Blaise’s hand was between Granger’s legs, Draco found his situation becoming even more dire.
Her eyes locked on his and he could see heat and pleasure in her eyes as it became undeniable what was taking place beneath the table. He took in the shift of her hips, felt Blaise’s eyes on him, and well… fuck.
Blaise’s gaze remained locked on him when Granger pulled the sugar quill out of her mouth, holding it in front of Blaise, as if teasing him with it.
She held it just out of reach until he leaned forward and sucked it into his mouth, and Draco’s eyes widened at the slow, teasing precision with which he took it deep, lips meeting the place where her fingers held it, while his arm worked faster under the table.
Her lips parted, wet and swollen from sucking the treat, and at the last moment, Blaise popped it back into her mouth, giving her something to suck on, presumably to keep her from actually moaning.
Draco was having an out of body experience, feeling Blaise’s smug expression on him, watching as Granger shuddered, eyes rolling back as she very clearly reached orgasm in the seat across from him.
Sweet Salazar’s tits.
Draco was going to fucking come, right there in front of everyone.
Thankfully, the meeting ended at that exact moment. People rose from their seats, murmuring small talk as they gathered their things, none the wiser to the hanky panky happening behind what Draco was now certain was some kind of extremely robust Notice-Me-Not charm.
He bolted, weaving past colleagues, ignoring their startled glances, and did his best not to slam his office door behind him once he was inside.
***
Draco leaned against the door, fumbling his robes open and off with frantic, trembling hands.
Unzipping his trousers, he wrapped his hand around his cock, already slick with trickles of precum.
It felt so good to finally touch himself, to know relief was imminent.
His breath was ragged, eyes squeezed shut, remembering Granger’s face when she (presumably) came, remembering the way they’d both attacked that damned sugar quill.
As his balls began to tighten, he finally allowed himself the luxury of imagining them fucking: Blaise’s cock, hard and slick from Granger’s pussy, Granger on her knees, tongue out as Blaise painted it with cum.
Then, both of them on their knees in front of him, sucking the life out of him though his pulsing cock.
A sharp knock made him jolt, and his erection throbbed desperately in his hand. He froze, mid-stroke, and his stomach sank.
Fuck.
“Draco?” Blaise’s voice called through the door.
A ragged breath left him and his hand tightened around his cock, precum still steadily leaking, balls tight and aching for release. “I—just a minute!” he hissed. But the knock came again.
And then it was Granger’s softer voice calling through the door. “Draco, it’s us. Let us in.”
They knew he was in there. Surely they were well aware of what he was doing. He couldn’t just come all over himself and then act like nothing had happened.
He zipped his weeping, long-suffering cock away, and opened the door to the objects of his current discontent.
***
“You left in a hurry,” Blaise said, sauntering inside, eying him with feigned casualness. Draco detected an undercurrent of smugness, well aware of the state they’d gotten him into.
“I—er—“ Draco swallowed hard. “I had something I needed to do.”
“Did you now?” Blaise asked, slowly closing in on him. Granger stayed back, biting her bottom lip as she watched them with uncertainty in her doe eyes.
“Give it up, Draco.” Blaise backed him into a chair, and then they were pelvis to pelvis, nose to nose, cock to cock. “We know why you’re hiding in here.”
Draco reached behind him, holding an arm of the chair for support.
“Salazar, mate,” Blaise muttered. “You’re about to put an eye out.”
He nudged him just hard enough to make him fall into the chair, then turning back to Granger, he reached for her, pulling her closer with his arm around her waist.
“Come see, baby,” he murmured. “Look what a mess he is for us.”
Draco swallowed hard as she flicked her eyes over him, gasping softly at the sight of his cock straining against his zipper. He watched her pupils dilate, saw the way her breath caught and her thighs clenched. His cock throbbed in response.
“Now, now Blaise,” she said breathlessly, moving past her boyfriend to stand right in front of Draco. “He’s suffered enough, don’t you think?”
She leaned over, resting her hands on his thighs and looked him in the eye. Draco had to struggle not to groan when her hand brushed against the pathetic bulge in his trousers.
“Granger,” he whined, hips bucking up desperately.
Tilting her head, she bit her lip before asking, “More?”
“Yes. Gods. Please.”
“The thing is,” she went on, her warm hand cupping him hard enough to make him whimper, “we’re a package deal.”
Fuck, he knew. “I know.”
“Are you sure this is what you want? Us, together? If you don’t, we’ll understand. But gods, Draco—“ She licked her lips meaningfully, watching herself stroke him through his trousers. “I hope it is. We both do.”
He was panting, completely gone.
“I know. And I do.” He inhaled sharply when she dropped to her knees in front of him. “I want you—both of you. So fucking much.”
When his cock twitched noticeably through the material of his clothing, Blaise chuckled as Granger whimpered slightly.
“You two are the most ridiculously stubborn people I’ve ever known.” He shook his head. “Figures I’d fall in love with both of you.”
Granger's hands slowly slid up his thighs, then hesitated at his waistband, her eyes meeting his for permission.
“Fuck, Granger,” he groaned. "Please.” Her nimble fingers opened the placket of his trousers and tugged. He lifted his arse enough for her to pull them down just enough so his cock could spring out into her face.
“Oh,” Granger breathed, eyes widening as she stared at his bobbing erection. “Look how hard you are.”
He shivered at the look in her eyes. Precum leaked out of his slit and dripped onto the marble floor with an audible splat.
“You poor thing,” Granger crooned to his cock. “I had no idea how much you needed us.”
Draco looked at Blaise who was casually leaning against his desk with his arms folded, quietly watching them. He pushed off, coming toward them, then dropped to his knees beside Granger with a look on his face that made Draco’s chest throb.
“I told you the sugar quill would be his undoing,” he murmured in a low tone. And as much as Draco wanted to deny it, he wasn’t wrong.
He’d spent so much–too much–of his life, being jealous, of Granger, of Blaise. Of sugar quills.
Of being afraid that his father would disown him, or be cruel to Blaise or Granger, because they weren’t the perfect pureblood witch his father had always intended for him.
But in that moment, nothing mattered to Draco other than the fact that they were here, and they wanted him.
Slowly, so slowly, Blaise’s hand moved to join Granger’s to wrap around the base of him. Draco whimpered low in his throat as his entire length jerked in their grip.
Blaise chuckled darkly. “You gonna give in now?”
“Yes,” Draco gasped. “Please, Blaise. Fuck—“
Blaise stroked him from base to tip, twisting his hand at the top in the way he knew he liked.
“Are you going to let us take care of this for you?”
“Please. I need to come. I need—“ Draco gasped as Blaise thumbed his frenulum. “I need you.”
“Are you going to run away from us after?”
“N-no,” Draco managed to rasp, and he meant it. All his resistance had been in vain, and though he’d been able to deny it before, having them both here, this close to him, touching him—it was pointless to even pretend he could stay away after this. “I won’t. I promise.”
One corner of Blaise’s mouth curved up in triumph, and his hand worked him faster, as he looked at Granger, squirming next to him.
“Want a taste, baby? Want to see if he tastes as good as I promised you he did?”
She nodded, moving closer, her eyes transfixed on his cock. Her gaze was like a caress and he ached for her.
Keeping his hand wrapped around the base of him, Blaise aimed Draco’s cock in the direction of Granger’s mouth.
A groan escaped all three of them as Blaise brushed her lips with the leaky tip.
Draco’s vision blurred when Granger placed a kiss on the his slit. Then, she lapped a kittenish lick up the underside of his length, before taking him into her mouth.
“Good girl,” Blaise crooned, his voice low and warm, his other hand cupping her face, supporting her jaw. “Show Draco how good you are at this.”
She sucked him deeper, humming softly as if he were one of her coveted sugar quills, and Draco grit his teeth to keep from exploding down her throat.
Behind her, Blaise worked open the buttons of her blouse, snapping open the front enclosure of her bra, then weighed her tits in his hands.
Draco inhaled sharply at the sight of them, round and perfect, with dusky pink nipples which hardened when Blaise brushed his thumbs over them.
When she took him to the back of her throat, his hips flexed forward, unable to keep from fucking deeper into her mouth.
Granger gagged a little, pulling back with her hand still wrapped around him. A string of saliva mixed with precum connecting her lips to his tip.
When she smiled up at Blaise, he leaned in to kiss her, and Draco’s cock jerked enviously in her hand watching their tongues slide together.
After ending the kiss, Blaise gave Draco a meaningful look before lowering his mouth to suckle Draco’s swollen tip before sliding his lips and tongue down his shaft.
While he worked the base, Granger flicked her tongue around the ridges of his rosy crown, her lashes fluttering shut like he was a decadent treat she was savouring.
Blaise cradled his balls, sucking first one and then the other into his mouth, nuzzling his face against the sensitive place between his sack and his pucker.
His arse clenched, and he wished it was full of something–a toy, or a finger, or even better, Blaise’s cock.
Draco had the brief, deranged thought that when this was all over, he might very well end up in the Janus Thickey ward.
How would he explain to his parents he’d ended up there after being sucked within an inch of his life by not one but two unsuitable lovers—two people he very well might be in love with, that he had no plans to ever stop seeing assuming they wanted to see him at all after he inevitably embarrassed himself.
As if sensing his wandering thoughts, Granger kissed his knee before rising up, hands cupping her breasts in front of him.
For a moment he was lost in the warm pools of maple in her eyes before his gaze inevitably dropped to stare at her chest.
“Do you like them?” She squeezed them together and released them so they jiggled in a way that made him ache.
“Fuck,” was the most intelligent answer he could come up with in the current moment, his normally extensive and polished vocabulary reduced to one word swears.
“Would you like to fuck them?”
All he could do was nod, groaning when Granger leaned in closer, hugging his cock with her tits. Draco hissed when she began to move, sliding his cock through the tight space between them.
Blaise leaned over, murmuring a lubrication charm before pressing a kiss to Granger’s cleavage. He met Draco’s eyes, sticking out his tongue to flick against his tip every time it pushed up through her cleavage.
And Salazar, Draco couldn’t stop his hips from thrusting if he tried, pushing up between her smooth, slick skin, as sweat began to bead on his forehead.
After a few more thrusts, Granger released him from her tits, quickly replacing them with a hand. Her other hand swiftly moved to free Blaise’s erection from his trousers, and she smiled up at Draco at the sound he made.
Gods, he’d missed Blaise’s cock.
It was impossibly hard, shiny with precum. Though Blaise was better at masking it, he wasn’t in any better shape than Draco was.
“Oh, my boys are both so hard, so desperate to come.” She tutted, but smirked slightly as she met Draco’s eyes. “Are we done being stubborn? Ready to stop avoiding us now?”
Draco shuddered in answer, unable to tear his eyes away from watching her hands moving on them.
It was an absolute miracle he hadn’t come yet, and he imagined the shock of the situation was the only reason he’d managed to hold out this long.
But now, he needed release.
His balls felt full and achy, and his perineum tingled with pressure. His stomach tensed and flexed as he grunted, humping desperately into Granger’s hand.
“Need to come?” Blaise murmured, knowing his tells. “Had enough?”
“Yes,” Draco gasped. “No. Please. I’m—fuck.”
Granger released him, leaning down to take him into her mouth again, and Blaise joined her, sucking him in tandem. As one took him deep, the other kissed and nuzzled the length of him.
When Blaise’s finger circled and pressed against his pulsing rim, Merlin himself couldn’t have stopped him from coming.
Creamy white jets of his release spurted out his slit and Granger hummed happily when some landed on her tits.
The rest oozed down the length of him and Blaise and Granger slurped it up like drips of an ice cream cone, both moaning as if it was the most delicious thing they’d ever tasted.
Blaise pulled Granger’s cum-covered hand back to his erection, guiding it faster and it was his turn to grunt as his cum joined Draco’s on Granger’s hands and tits, striping the lap of Draco’s trousers, until all three were sticky.
Draco felt another surge of arousal when Granger swiped her finger through a trail of their mixed release, and stuck out her tongue, wiping it on her tongue like it was cake icing.
“Delicious, isn’t he?” Blaise chuckled, then gripped her chin, directing her face to his. Draco watched as he sucked her tongue into his mouth, cleaning their cum off her tongue.
Part of Draco–the part that wasn’t sticky and slowly softening against his thigh–still couldn’t believe what had just transpired.
But then Blaise leaned up to kiss him, and Draco, relaxed and languid for the first time all day, sighed, opening for him, tasting their cum on his tongue along with the remnants of sugar.
Fuck, Draco had missed kissing him.
Blaise pulled away, and gently pushed Granger towards Draco. She hesitated, their lips lingering close, but not quite touching. He could feel her warm breath, practically taste her sweet lips in the air.
He wanted this. He wanted it all. Everything they were willing to give, he would happily take. But he needed her to close the gap. Sucking his cock was one thing, kissing him now, after everything, was quite different.
“Kiss me, Draco,” she breathed, and any ounce of resolve he’d ever had completely dissipated. His fears, his jealousy, his pride, had all gone out the window the moment the two of them had touched him.
Tangling his fingers into her curls, he drew her face to his, gasping at the taste of her tongue. She was sweet and salt and everything he’d ever dreamed of.
“Draco,” she murmured against his lips and his heart clenched. “Give in to us. We want this. Both wanted you for so long and—”
He kissed her harder, swallowing her words, savoring her moans while Blaise ran his hand soothingly along Draco’s thigh, kissing Granger’s neck and shoulder where he knelt behind her.
Draco could have this. Have them.
Telling his parents was a hurdle they could all cross together. And in the meantime, he could touch them and be touched by them. Fuck them and be fucked by them.
He wanted to roll up his tongue and plunge it deep into Granger's cunt, while Blaise held him down and fucked him hard, filled his hole with warm cum.
He wanted to sink his cock into Granger’s pussy—one he’d been dreaming of for more years than he would say out loud, and swallow Blaise’s cum while her cunt sucked what was left of his out of his balls and into her.
While feeding her a godsdamned sugar quill.
“I want you to fuck me,” he begged Granger, “both of you. I want to make you come. Or watch Blaise make you come. I just—”
He reached for Granger, but she captured his hand in both of hers, bringing his knuckles to her cheek.
“We want that—” she glanced at Blaise—“we both do.” She kissed his hand, and reached for Blaise’s. “But we should talk. Before anything else happens.”
Her words hit him like water—cool, but not icy, a gentle reminder that what they were doing wasn’t just sex.
It was a choice. A sweet, willful undoing.
Blaise nodded, kissing Granger on her shoulder, then leaned in to lay his hand along Draco’s cheek, forcing him to meet his eyes.
“Granger’s right. We don’t want you to rush into anything just because we made you…” Blaise nodded in the general direction of Draco’s re-burgeoning erection. “Come.”
“If we’re going to do this,” he said, giving each of them a pointed glance, “we’re going all in.”
And just like that, Draco knew he was theirs.