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Harry sighed as he fell back onto the sofa, and Sirius arched a brow, turning slightly toward him as he sat much more gracefully. “I don’t need a babysitter,” he huffed, crossing his arms.

Sirius snorted. “Harry, you can’t stay in Godric’s Hollow alone. Not with how long James and Lily will be gone.”

“I’m almost of age!” Harry frowned.

Sirius took a patient breath. “Yes, almost. You’re still only sixteen. What kind of godfather would I be if I left you to your own devices?”

“A cool one,” Harry muttered with an eye roll.

Sirius looked affronted. “I’m plenty ‘cool,’ thank you.” Harry fought against the grin trying to break free, pursing his lips and clamping his teeth together. He glanced toward the corridor with furrowed brows as a booming knock sounded, and Sirius winked at him as he stood from the sofa. “I’ve even invited some of your mates over.”

Harry tilted his head. “Who?” he asked Sirius’ back. Sirius disappeared for a moment, and Harry heard the front door creak open. “Ron and Hermione?” he asked hopefully. He heard a scoff before Draco rounded the corner, closely followed by Teddy and Sirius.

“We’re far better company than they are, don’t you think?” Draco asked, shaking his fringe from his eyes.

“Yeah, hi Harry!” Teddy added, his hair shifting to bright blue.

Harry grinned, his gaze bouncing between them all. “What are you two doing here? Draco, I thought you were going to France for the summer?”

Draco smirked. “Sirius told us you were staying with him over the break, so I stayed behind to keep you company.”

Harry’s eyes widened a fraction. “You did?”

Draco searched Harry’s face for a moment, noting the soft blush that rose to his cheeks. “Maybe,” he said with a shrug, moving toward the chair closest to Harry’s position on the sofa. “Maybe not. You’ll never know.”

Harry huffed a laugh. “I’ll find out, sooner or later.”

“I have no doubt,” Draco responded with a wink.

Harry’s breath caught, his gaze darting between Draco’s eyes as a crease formed between his brows.

“I just wanted to see you, Harry!” Teddy trilled, flopping onto the sofa between Harry and Sirius and pulling Harry’s focus. “I’ll always pick spending time with you over anything else.”

Harry chuckled apprehensively, turning his head as Teddy’s thigh brushed his. “Erm, thanks, Teddy. It’s nice to see you, too.”

Teddy beamed, lifting his chin slightly. “So, what do you want to do?” he asked, patting Harry’s knee.

“Oh!” Harry jumped to his feet, “I’ll erm, make us some tea. Would you all like tea?” he asked, shifting his gaze between Draco and Sirius as he attempted to avoid the eager attention Teddy paid him.

“I can help!” Teddy offered, leaning forward to stand.

“No!” Harry said, his voice cracking. He cleared his throat and tried again. “No, that’s alright. You’re a guest! It won’t take long at all.”

“Why don’t we just ask Kreacher, Harry?” Sirius suggested, flicking his gaze between Harry and Teddy with a playful grin.

“I don’t mind doing it,” Harry responded, turning toward the corridor.

Sirius eyed Harry’s back for a moment, then glanced toward Draco and Teddy, his brows lifting. They were both watching Harry walk away with unnerving focus. Teddy leaned forward, his palms running over his thighs as he licked his lips, while Draco took a long, slow breath, his stare unblinking.

“Ugh, why won’t these things ever stay knotted?”

Sirius looked across the room just as Harry bent at the waist to re-tie his trainer. He took a sharp breath, the sound covered by a gasp from his right, and he glanced back at his companions to see Teddy bite his lower lip and Draco swallow heavily. He smirked, waiting until he could hear Harry’s footsteps on the stairs leading down to the kitchen before he addressed the Erumpet in the room.

“Seems I have a bit of competition, hmm?”

Teddy whipped his head toward Sirius. “What do you mean?”

Sirius arched a brow, shifting to look past Teddy and catch Draco’s eye. “I think we all have a similar goal when it comes to my godson, no?”

Draco blinked slowly, his lips curling into a shadow of a smile. “You truly think you have a chance, old man?”

Teddy snorted as Sirius clicked his tongue. “I think I know him better than you two. He wants me just as much, I’m just waiting for him to fully realize it.”

Draco rolled his eyes. “Why would he go for either of you when a perfect specimen is right in front of him?”

Teddy scoffed. “Have you forgotten that I’m a Metamorphmagus? I could literally turn into you if I wanted to.”

Draco raised his brows and looked Teddy up and down. “Now there’s an idea.”

Teddy grimaced. “If I’m going to fuck Harry, it’s going to be as myself.”

“Is that what you want? To fuck him?”

Teddy licked his lips and glanced toward the corridor. “Isn’t that what we’re talking about?”

Draco didn’t respond, instead flicking a challenging gaze toward Sirius. “You’re not going to win here.”

Sirius tilted his head, a smirk growing on his lips. “Why don’t we make things a little more interesting?”

“How?”

“Let’s have a little wager. First one to bed Harry wins.”

Draco snorted. “Do you really want to lose to someone so much younger than you?”

“I don’t intend to lose.”

“That’s not a fair bet,” Teddy frowned, leaning forward to interrupt their heated glare. “You’re going to be here with him all break! We won’t have nearly as much time with him.”

Sirius scrutinized Teddy with thoughtful eyes. He clearly didn’t recognize either of his cousins as a threat. “Stay here for the summer, then.”

“What?” Draco asked with a furrowed brow.

“Make it even. Stay here, in the same house as the two of us, with the same access to Harry as I have. It’ll be all the sweeter when I win anyway.”

Draco ran the tip of his tongue along the edges of his upper teeth. “I’m not sure which I’ll enjoy more; winning Harry’s arse or beating yours.”

Sirius barked a laugh, tossing his head back, and Teddy huffed and crossed his arms, sinking back against the sofa cushions sullenly. Harry entered the drawing room a moment later, carefully carrying a tea tray with both hands.

Teddy’s face lit up, and he sprang from the sofa excitedly. “Here, let me help!”

Harry lifted his gaze from where he was watching the teapot wobble. “Oh, no, that’s alright. I got it,” he said with a smile.

“Harry, you really should let Kreacher do something. Makes him feel useful.”

Harry grinned, bending to deposit the tray onto the table once he’d reached it. “Next time, I promise.”

Draco hummed, watching Harry’s hands as he poured each of them a cuppa. “That might happen sooner than you think.”

Harry dropped three cubes of sugar into one cup and moved to hand it to Sirius, who accepted with a fond smile. “Thanks, kiddo.”

Harry flushed, and he nodded shyly before turning back toward the tray. “Why do you say that, Draco?” he asked, adding one cube and a splash of cream to a second cup before approaching Draco’s chair.

Draco looked up at him, eyes alight with surprise. “How do you know how I take my tea?”

Harry shrugged and looked away. “I’ve seen you make it enough, haven’t I?”

Draco grinned, brushing his fingers over Harry’s thumb as he accepted the offering. “Thank you.” Harry swallowed and shuffled back toward the table, and Draco cleared his throat. “We’re going to be staying the summer here, with you.”

Harry spluttered and looked up, nearly dropping the third teacup between his fingers. “You are?”

Draco nodded. “Yes. I know it will be difficult to see my beauty every day, but I’m sure you’ll get used to it.”

Harry snorted and reached over the table to offer Teddy the last cup and saucer. “I see you every day at Hogwarts. How is this going to be any different?” He glanced down as Teddy’s hand covered his, snatching it back nervously as soon as Teddy had hold of the porcelain. “Sorry, I’m not sure how you take it.”

Teddy smiled lewdly. “I’ll take it any way you give it, but I prefer it the other way around.”

Harry blushed brightly, his lips falling open, and Draco and Sirius both had to stifle their undignified guffaws behind their hands. “W-what?”

Teddy winked at him and licked his lips lasciviously. “You heard me.”

Harry shook his head. “I don’t, uh…” he trailed off, looking to Draco and Sirius for assistance.

Neither of them were any help, and he cleared his throat and glanced down to make his own tea. Teddy smirked before taking a sip of his beverage, sliding closer to the end of the sofa once Harry rounded the table. Harry paused, shifting his gaze between the two smaller spaces on either side of Teddy. He opted to sit on Teddy’s left, next to Sirius, instead of being caged in by the arm of the sofa, and Sirius smiled triumphantly as Harry pressed against his side.

“S-sorry, Siri,” Harry said, looking up at him with pinked cheeks, “I’ll move to a chair.”

“No need,” Sirius replied softly, casually throwing his arm around Harry’s neck, “I don’t mind.”

Harry glanced at Sirius’ hand, where it dangled an inch above his chest, swallowing heavily before he took a mouthful of his tea. Sirius shot Draco a smug look, and Draco rolled his eyes. Teddy, not to be ignored, snuggled even closer to Harry, laying his arm across the back of the sofa and aligning the sides of their bodies together from shoulder to knee.

“What do you want to do first, Harry?” Teddy asked in the most seductive tone he could muster.

Harry took a sharp breath and extracted himself, wobbling slightly as he stood. “Erm, I think I might, uh, go get settled into my room, actually.”

“Would you like some company?” Draco asked calmly.

Harry glanced to the right, his gaze sliding up Draco’s casually crossed legs and relaxed posture before landing on his warm smile. “No, thank you, it won’t take long.”

“You two still have to go get everything you need for the summer, anyway, don’t you?” Sirius asked with an arched brow.

“Oh, yeah!” Teddy said, popping up from the sofa. “I’ll go do that now while you’re putting your things away, Harry. Don’t want to miss a second of time I could spend with you!”

Harry watched Teddy race from the room, headed for the fireplace in the kitchen, then turned back to Sirius and Draco. “Okay, well, I should be finished by lunch.”

“Take your time, kiddo.”

Harry nodded sharply and spun, the back of his neck growing redder by the second, and Sirius cut his gaze to Draco as soon as the sound of Harry’s steps had faded. “Teddy’s a bit too eager, isn’t he?”

Draco shrugged. “He’s just pushing Harry closer to me.”

“To us,” Sirius corrected.

Draco snorted. “Sure, whatever you say.”

“Don’t you need to get packed, too?”

Draco shook his head. “That’s what house-elves are for. Dobby!”

Dobby popped into the drawing room, immediately bending into a low bow. “Yes, master Draco?”

“I need you to pack up my school trunk, toiletries, and my entire wardrobe, and bring them here.”

Dobby’s eyes widened, and he nodded furiously. “Yes, master Draco!”

Draco smirked as Dobby disappeared, turning back to Sirius. “Now, which floor is Harry on?”

Sirius had given Harry the master bedroom on the third floor; he and Regulus (who was currently on the same mission that took Lily and James off the continent) preferred to stay in their childhood rooms on the fourth, which left the rest of the rooms in Grimmauld Place free and available. Draco took advantage of Teddy’s absence and chose the other bedroom on the third floor, giving him a touch more access to his prize. Teddy had been sour about the remaining options once he’d returned, whining that it wasn’t fair that Draco had house-elves to do tasks Teddy had to perform himself, but he eventually moved into the bedroom on the second floor, directly beneath Draco’s, which was as close to Harry as he could get.

Sirius busied himself by discussing lunch with Kreacher while the boys unpacked and got settled. He wanted something light, something just to tide them over until dinner, and opted for an array of fruit and charred lamb kebabs. He gave Harry an hour of peace, more than enough time to organize his room as he liked, then slowly climbed the stairs to retrieve him for the meal.

He wasn’t surprised to find Draco and Teddy milling about the drawing room as he passed, both looking up hopefully before sneering and glancing away. Sirius snorted and shook his head, continuing to ascend the stairs as he silently thanked them for not gathering in front of Harry’s door instead. A quick pang of regret zipped through him as he remembered their wager, wondering if he was putting Harry in an awkward position, but then he recalled the way Harry always preened at Sirius’ undivided attention, and the way he glanced at Draco when he thought no one was looking. Teddy might have been far more obvious than either of them, but despite nervousness around the youngster, Harry wasn’t exactly dismissive of him either.

Sirius sighed as he reached Harry’s room, pausing at the slightly ajar door. He lifted a hand to knock, then took a soft breath as Harry came into view. He was topless, flexing his arms and turning to glance over his shoulder as he scrutinized himself in the mirror. Sirius watched as he relaxed, his chin dropping dejectedly as he poked a bicep with his index finger.

“Harry?” Sirius called, knocking softly. Harry jumped and turned, meeting Sirius’ gaze as he pushed the door open further and stepped into the room. “What are you doing, kiddo?” Harry looked down, a flush blooming on his chest and climbing up his neck as Sirius closed the door behind him and moved closer. “Everything alright?”

Harry sighed and turned back toward the mirror, frowning as he again took in his reflection. “I guess.”

Sirius frowned and turned him with a hand on his shoulder. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

Harry shook his head and looked down at himself. “I just thought… I just don’t look the way I thought I would by the time I turned seventeen.”

“You’re not quite there yet,” Sirius said in an attempt to lighten the mood, “Anything can happen in a few weeks.”

Harry scoffed, avoiding Sirius’ gaze. “I don’t think I’ll develop muscles in only a few weeks. I’m just so…” he bit his lip and exhaled through his nose.

Sirius ran both palms over Harry’s bare shoulders and up the sides of his neck, gently lifting his chin with both thumbs. “I think you’re perfect just the way you are,” he said, gliding his fingers over Harry’s jaw and tugging Harry’s lip from his teeth with his thumb.

Harry took a deep breath, his forehead smoothing as he looked between Sirius’ eyes. “You do?”

Sirius smiled, cupping his cheek with one hand and sliding the fingers of his other to the nape of Harry’s neck. “I do.”

Harry swallowed, and Sirius’ gaze dropped to his throat. Sirius’ lips parted as his eyes slowly traveled back up to Harry’s, pausing on Harry’s mouth. He brushed his thumb over Harry’s lower lip, pressing gently against it, and Harry’s jaw dropped open. Sirius took a deep breath, curling his thumb ever so slightly to rest on Harry’s lower teeth as he licked his lips, flicking his gaze up to Harry’s eyes, and Harry gasped and took a step back.

“I-I should get dressed. It’s time for lunch, right?” Harry asked distractedly, turning toward his wardrobe.

Sirius’ hands fell to his sides as he watched Harry search for a top with flustered movements. “Yeah. I came to get you.”

Harry nodded a little too quickly. “Right, okay. I’ll be down in a second.”

Sirius nodded and turned toward the door, pulling it open and stepping over the threshold before looking over his shoulder. “I meant what I said, Harry.”

Harry paused and looked down, smiling softly. “Thanks, Siri.”

Sirius hadn’t meant for the meal to be so sensual, but in light of the interaction they’d had only a few minutes before, it was more difficult than he’d expected to watch Harry slide lamb from a kebab with his teeth or bite into a strawberry. He’d sat across from Harry at the long table, hoping to prevent any potentially lingering unease, and he found himself shifting in his seat as the fruit stained Harry’s lips and fingers.

Draco had chosen his position at the table first, and Harry opted to sit on his right. Teddy, of course, slid in on Harry’s other side, leaving very little space between them, and Harry blushed as he inched closer to Draco, glancing at the blonde anxiously. They’d all shared meals in the past, but Harry could tell this particular one was tinged with something more, the air charged with something he couldn’t name. He attempted to balance it out by chattering about the year he’d just finished at Hogwarts, the single year remaining, what he might do after he graduated, and anything else that came into his head.

Draco smiled warmly as he listened, cheek propped on one hand as his elbow leaned on the table, his head turned to face Harry. He’d finished eating first, followed shortly by Sirius and Teddy, and he’d directed all of his attention to his right. Harry ate slowly, his monologue punctuated with small bites and Teddy’s excitable interjections. Draco chuckled softly as Harry bit into a rather plump strawberry, juice running immediately from the corner of his mouth toward his jawline.

Harry made a noise of distress, reaching for his serviette as he returned the half-eaten fruit to his plate, and Draco reached out and swiped his thumb over Harry’s chin, picking up the dribble of liquid. Harry sucked in a breath, freezing as his brain caught up, then turned his head just in time to watch Draco’s tongue slide over his thumb. Harry’s lips popped open, cheeks flushing, and Draco licked his lips.

“Th-thanks,” Harry stuttered, glancing back and forth between Draco’s eyes and mouth.

“My pleasure,” Draco purred, “Strawberry is one of my favorite flavors.”

Harry swallowed. “What are your others?”

Draco hummed, allowing his gaze to slip slowly down to Harry’s waist before returning to his face. He paused on the visible, hammering pulse at the side of Harry’s neck, his lunch completely forgotten as he watched Draco in return. Draco smiled before parting his lips to respond.

Teddy leaned forward, scowling at Draco behind Harry’s back, and slid his hand up Harry’s inner thigh. Harry jumped with a startled inhale, then hissed as he knocked his knee into the underside of the table. He shot a look of disbelief at Teddy as he rubbed his hand over the now-throbbing joint, and Teddy bit his lower lip and offered an apologetic smile as he returned his hand to his own lap.

Sirius cleared his throat and stood from the table, calling the attention of the other three. “Why don’t we have a game of exploding snap?”

Teddy rolled his eyes. “That’s a kid’s game.”

“And you, dear cousin, are very much still a kid.”

Teddy scoffed. “I’m not that much younger than Draco and Harry.”

“Three years is a big difference, Teddy,” Draco said, leaning closer to Harry and tilting his head to meet Harry’s gaze, “Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Erm,” Harry glanced between Draco and Teddy, “I don’t know. It’s not that different.”

Teddy grinned, sticking his tongue out at Draco before sliding his palm down Harry’s back. “Thanks for being on my side.”

Harry straightened instantly, sucking in a breath as Teddy’s hand brushed his lower back. “Yeah, no problem,” he stuttered as he stood from the table. “Exploding Snap, you said?” he asked, glancing toward Sirius with an edge of panic.

Sirius chuckled. “Unless Mr. Too-old-to-play-a-kid’s-game has a better idea.”

Teddy grinned, glancing toward Harry before meeting Sirius’ challenging gaze. “How about strip poker?”

Harry turned to Teddy with wide eyes. “What?”

“I’m not familiar with that, how do you play?” Draco asked, rolling his lips inward to hide his smirk.

Teddy snorted. “I can teach you.”

Harry glanced between them, then looked up at Sirius. “Do you want, I mean, is that, erm…”

One corner of Sirius’ lips lifted. “Sounds like it could be fun.”

Harry licked his lips and took a deep breath, immediately imagining what might lie beneath the robes of his companions. “Okay then, I guess we’re going to do that.”

Teddy leapt from the table. “Race you to the drawing room!”

Draco stood more sedately, and they all watched Teddy climb the stairs two at a time.

“If you’re not comfortable, we can do something else. Play a different game,” Sirius offered softly.

Harry shifted his gaze from the stairs, swiftly looking Sirius up and down before he shook his head and lifted his chin. “No, I’m fine.”

“Are you certain?” Draco asked, reaching out to tuck a lock of hair behind Harry’s ear. “There are other ways to see us starkers, you know.” Harry choked, turning his head sharply, and Draco’s fingers slid over Harry’s cheek before he dropped his hand. “Just a thought,” he shrugged, moving toward the stairs.

Harry swallowed, watching Draco’s measured steps before he walked around the table to stand at Sirius’ side. “Do you think,” he began, looking down at his chest, “Would they make fun of how I look?”

Sirius glanced down at him, lifting Harry’s chin with the crook of one finger. “If they do, they’re idiots.”

Harry snorted and rolled his eyes. “How can you say that?”

“They’re family; I can call them whatever I like.”

Harry laughed and spun toward the stairs. “We’d better get up there. Teddy’s probably purposely teaching Draco the entirely wrong way to play.”

Sirius laughed, following close behind. He knew Draco already knew the rules of the game; he’d been to plenty of Slytherin parties in his day, and he assumed Draco had only suggested the game was unfamiliar to make Harry feel more at ease with the idea.

When they reached the drawing room, they found that Teddy was indeed attempting to teach Draco incorrectly. Sirius made the comment that perhaps he was the one who wanted to see Draco starkers, and Teddy blushed and quickly ended the sabotage. They played a few practice rounds to ‘ease Draco into the game,’ but Harry’s heart still beat against his rib cage nervously by the time they started playing seriously.

One major benefit for Harry was that he was in Muggle attire, while everyone else wore robes. He learned fairly quickly that Sirius and Draco preferred to wear nothing beneath their robes but pants, and he had a difficult time not staring. He took quick glances, attempting to burn the image of Draco’s pale complexion and Sirius’ defined torso into his brain one bit at a time. Teddy was only marginally better, wearing a pair of loose-fitting joggers but no top. He still retained a bit of his baby fat, his chest and abs hidden from view, but it seemed they became a touch more sculpted each time Harry chanced a glance. Why they’d all chosen to remove their robes first, instead of their trainers and socks like Harry, was something he didn’t want to analyze too closely.

It took seven hands before Harry reached the point he was most nervous about: taking off his top. He hadn’t thought far enough ahead to consider that three of them would end up completely nude before a winner was declared, fully focused on his perceived lack of definition in his chest and biceps instead. He took a deep breath after Draco threw down a straight flush, barely beating his four of a kind, and hesitantly thumbed the hem of his tee.

Teddy leaned forward eagerly, while Draco watched with a slightly furrowed brow, and Harry glanced at Sirius before beginning to lift his top.

“Why don’t we pause the game here?” Sirius suggested suddenly.

“What? Why?” Teddy cried, pushing out his lower lip.

Harry swallowed and nodded, releasing his hem while Sirius turned a glare on Teddy.

“I think we’ve wasted enough time inside today. It’s summer, after all! Why don’t we do some flying? Play a game of two on two?”

Harry’s eyes lit up. “Yes! Something I can easily win at,” he said with a grin.

Draco chuckled. “We’ll see about that. I’ve been practicing my keeping skills.”

The next two weeks passed in a blur of Quidditch games, sneaky glances from Harry, blatant innuendos from Teddy, inconspicuous touches from Draco, and comfortable affection from Sirius.

Harry loved having companions for the summer, though he was still slightly perturbed that his parents didn’t trust him on his own. He usually spent the break bouncing from one mate’s home to another, and while he always enjoyed it, he felt like a lot of his friendships were more surface-level. Spending an entire summer with Draco and Teddy, not to mention Sirius, afforded him the ability to get to know them a bit more.

He knew a great deal about his godfather already, what with Sirius being involved in his life since the moment he was born. But he definitely gained knowledge he hadn’t been expecting, like exactly how many tattoos covered Sirius’ chest. The ink was unexpected, titillating, and carried a hint of danger that drew Harry to him more than he thought it should have. Sirius’ wild nature and free spirit was extremely appealing, which only added to Harry’s blooming attraction. He’d begun to notice how fit Sirius was nearly two years ago, and pushing it down was more difficult each time they saw each other. He couldn’t stop the low thrum of attraction that raced through him with every charming smile or returned stare, and the longer he spent with Sirius, the less he wanted it to disappear.

Sirius was desirable in a way Harry hadn’t expected. He was experienced, worldly, and the fact that he was best friends with Harry’s father made him even more enticing. Harry had felt Sirius’ muscles shift when his arm draped over his shoulders, felt the enveloping body heat, and had seen the spark of curiosity in Sirius’ gaze on several occasions. He’d never act on his attraction, unsure if it might be returned, but in the safety of his room, he sometimes let himself consider it.

Harry was very interested in spending more time with Draco. He’d fancied Draco for years, and the proximity of their rooms meant that they frequently ran into each other in the corridor or outside of the loo. The first time Draco exited the small room with damp hair, Harry’s throat had run dry, and all he could do was nod dumbly when Draco said, “all yours,” as he stepped through the doorway. His shower had lasted a tad longer than usual that day.

Draco was Sirius’ opposite in almost every way. With platinum hair and fair skin, he was almost ethereal. Harry’s favorite part of Draco’s complexion, though, was the barely there smattering of freckles over his nose. He’d pictured himself tracing them, counting them, even licking them, on more than one occasion. Juxtaposed with his looks was the sharp bite of Draco’s personality. He was snarky, sarcastic, and quick to defend his mates, and Harry loved it. He loved the way Draco’s gaze burned with passion and his cheeks pinked with conviction, especially when Draco was so deep in a debate that the rest of the world disappeared. He often wondered what it might feel like to be the subject of such an intense focus.

Draco was, maybe not ‘safe’, but certainly more accepted than Sirius would be. Not that the opinion of others mattered to him.

Teddy was a wild card. Harry hadn’t taken much notice of him prior to the last winter break, but Teddy had certainly taken notice of him. Teddy was rough around the edges, eager in a way that Harry had never experienced, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t get a thrill from the attention. He didn’t know how to handle Teddy’s attention, though. Teddy was near his age, but just young enough to feel like he was doing something wrong by being attracted to him.

He had always been fascinated by Teddy’s Metamorphmagus abilities, and Teddy’s innate need to show off only drew him closer. Harry hadn’t considered Teddy as a potential partner until he began to shamelessly flirt with him, and even then, he’d tried to ignore it. He told himself he was flattered, that Teddy was simply discovering the joys of teasing and wasn’t seriously interested, but he couldn’t stop himself from wondering. Teddy was boyishly handsome, with squishable cheeks and floppy hair, and Harry found his endless energy and honest excitement endearing.

Harry tried to fight the way he felt about both Sirius and Teddy, but he couldn’t stop his heart from racing or cheeks from flushing every time Sirius called him kiddo, nor could he ignore how Teddy’s comments made his body react. With all of that, though, Harry had an overarching issue: he couldn’t choose between the three of them. He knew he should be with Draco, someone his own age who he’d fancied since third year, but the attention from Sirius was exhilarating as much as it was taboo, and Teddy’s unabashed flirtation had begun to work its way beneath Harry’s skin.

Teddy was very vocal about his attraction to Harry, often making crass jokes or openly leering. As much as Draco and Sirius had been certain it wouldn’t work, he could tell Harry was warming up to him. He caught Harry watching him as they raced around on brooms, sometimes at the expense of the match. He knew he wasn’t imagining the way Harry’s gaze had dropped down his body when he’d shucked his robes during the card game their first afternoon at Grimmauld. He just needed to find his way past Harry’s defenses.

Harry represented the unattainable. He was kind, popular, funny, and fit in a way that ignited a flame Teddy couldn’t ignore. He wanted to possess Harry, to wrap himself around Harry so tightly that no one could tell where he ended and Harry began. His attraction was nearly obsessive; he didn’t have the experience yet to be able to temper his emotions, and he desperately wanted Harry to want him back. He continued to sit too closely, touch too obviously, and he delighted in the blush he could sometimes see reaching up from beneath Harry’s collar. However, he was impatient and impulsive, which was often not the best combination, so when he saw his chance to make a move, he took it.

They’d just returned from a day of flying, a week after Sirius had invited him and Draco to stay for the summer. Even though Harry appeared to grow more receptive with each passing day, Teddy knew that if he wanted to prove his worthiness as a competitor to Draco and Sirius, he needed to act. He’d been so distracted with thoughts of how he might tempt Harry into his bed that he hadn’t brought a change of clothes to the loo that afternoon. So, after his shower, he stepped into the corridor with a towel slung low on his hips, expecting to take the ten paces to his room unimpeded.

He hadn’t taken more than two before a sharp gasp stopped him in his tracks. He’d been in his head, thinking about Harry, and suddenly, Harry had appeared. He grinned, turning his feet toward the stairs while Harry held the stair rail in a death grip, frozen on the bottom step.

“You know,” Teddy began with a smirk, “Being a Metamorphmagus means I can modify every part of my body,” he said, slipping his thumb into his towel. Harry swallowed, his gaze sliding down Teddy’s bare chest to watch as he pulled the towel lower, exposing one hip. “Wanna see?”

Harry’s lips parted, his cheeks flushing, and Teddy grinned as he focused on enlarging his cock. Harry sucked in a breath as the appendage began to push the towel away from Teddy’s groin, flicking his gaze up to Teddy’s face.

“It’s even more impressive without the towel,” Teddy said with a wink.

Harry swallowed and looked to the ceiling as Teddy dropped the obstruction, but Teddy could tell by the fist at his side and the way his eyes twitched that Harry desperately wanted to look. He slid his hand over his heavy prick, already half-hard, and groaned. Harry clenched his teeth, a soft whimper escaping, and Teddy licked his lips.

“You can look,” Teddy said, stepping closer, “I know you want to.”

Harry was breathing quickly, his eyes sliding closed as his jaw muscles twitched. “I-I-” He inhaled deeply and shook his head, forcing himself around the banister and down the stairs, away from Teddy. “I’ll see you downstairs!”

Teddy sighed and watched him go, then bent to retrieve his towel. He counted the interaction as a win, something that got him one step closer to his goal. Harry’s curiosity would win out. It always did.

Draco had begun to return Harry’s feelings during Fifth year, but he’d been nervous to shine too bright of a light on them. He was concerned he might ruin the friendship, not to mention the backlash he expected he’d receive from his friends and family. It took him far longer than he could admit to come to terms with himself enough to realize that Harry might carry the same secret. He hadn’t anticipated Harry’s reciprocation, certain that all of Harry’s emotions toward him were platonic, but toward the end of their sixth year, he’d begun to change his mind.

He’d never seen Harry date anyone, or even so much as glance romantically in someone’s direction, but as the year drew to a close, he finally began to wonder if it was simply because Harry had his heart set on someone already within his circle of mates. Draco vowed to spend more time with him, to see if he could discern who had stolen Harry’s heart, but by summer break, he hadn’t learned much more about Harry’s other relationships. They grew closer themselves, as Draco had suddenly become much more available, and it took him until the train ride home to realize that Harry might not be as unattainable as he’d first thought.

As they sat in their shared compartment, surrounded by mutual friends, Draco’s mind had drifted. He’d been absently staring at Harry, tracing the curve of his cheek and bow of his lips as he wondered what they would feel like beneath his fingers. He hadn’t realized Harry was staring back, potentially imagining the same, until the trolley witch passed by and broke into his thoughts. He flicked his gaze up to Harry’s face, and Harry had blushed and looked toward the window, declining the offer of sweets with an embarrassed shake of his head.

Draco lamented the fact that he was meant to go to France over the summer, so when he learned Harry was to be left in Sirius’ care, he convinced his parents to go without him. He jumped at the chance to spend all summer with Harry, completely dismissive of those who considered themselves his competition. He knew he wouldn’t be nearly so flagrant as Teddy when it came to announcing his affections, and he wasn’t in a comfortable enough dynamic to follow Sirius’ lead, so he instead chose to establish his claim with more physical touch. He maintained his slightly aloof attitude, his demeanor still a tad rigid, but made sure to offer Harry more warm smiles, welcome gazes, and easy laughter. He took every opportunity to break the touch barrier afforded to him, resting his palm on Harry’s shoulder and tucking Harry’s hair behind his ear, delighting in the rosy colour to Harry’s cheeks that often followed.

He hadn’t missed the way Harry sometimes looked at his other companions, and he could appreciate that both Teddy and Sirius had attractive qualities, but he was confident he would win the wager. He was steadfast in his interest, and he was certain Harry returned it. While he hadn’t anticipated his timeline for seduction to be quite so compressed, he knew, by the end of the summer, Harry would be his.

It was odd, having so many people in the house at once, but Sirius was glad for the company. He usually spent his days lazing about, interspersed with visits to pubs and his mates’ homes, so having three teenagers around really kept him on his toes. He didn’t change how he interacted with Harry, save for a bit more physicality and a touch more obviousness. By the day before Harry’s birthday, he felt that Harry was nearly ready to accept him and his desires.

He hadn’t necessarily been shy about them, though he was attempting to wait at least until Harry was of age before making overt advances. The wager he’d so recklessly made with Draco and Teddy pushed him into action a bit earlier than he’d anticipated. With only weeks left before Harry was seventeen, however, the pressure was negligible. He, of course, didn’t have any qualms about bedding Harry before his birthday. But he considered the position that Harry was in, and how much of a factor their ages might play into Harry’s perception of the relationship.

He’d begun to notice Harry’s reactions to him a few years before, how easy it was to force a blush to his cheeks or make him stumble on his words. He’d fought against the craving to see how far he could push things, instead taking the slow and steady approach. It had so far paid off, with Harry accepting his lingering hugs and affectionate touches over the years. Now he ramped up his attention, intent to be the first in Harry’s bed.

Sirius ran his fingers through Harry’s hair, slipped his arm around his shoulders, and pressed his palm to Harry’s lower back whenever the opportunity arose, his heart fluttering a bit more each time Harry leaned into it. He made certain to complement Harry’s strength and mention how attractive lithe frames were, especially to him. He noted how helpful such a body was for skilled seekers and cited the most successful ones as evidence. His goal was not only to build Harry’s confidence, but water the seed of attraction he’d planted so long ago.

His relationship with Harry may have begun as platonic, even familial, but as Harry grew older, Sirius couldn’t deny his growing attraction. Harry was the embodiment of trouble, with a curious mind and reckless actions, and he made Sirius feel like a teenager again. He was all of the attractive parts of Lily and James rolled into one person, and Sirius’ couldn’t stop the desire that grew each time they were together. He was willing to risk everything, his friendships, his family, the scrutiny of the public, to be with Harry. And, as July crawled forward, he became more and more confident that Harry was willing to do the same.

The morning of Harry’s birthday, as they were finishing up a full English breakfast, Sirius asked him how he’d like to celebrate his seventeenth, knowing a huge party was planned for later in the week with his mates and parents, who were coming back just for the day to see him. It seemed the postponed game of Strip Poker had been weighing heavily on him, because Harry’s response shocked them all.

Sirius looked up from his eggs to pin Harry with an interested stare. “So, what do you want to do today, kiddo?”

Harry bit the inside of his cheek and looked around the table, his gaze falling to Draco’s lips as he licked them and Teddy’s hands as he spread marmalade on a slice of toast.

“Obviously we’re having your favorite meals, and you’ll see everyone on Saturday, but is there anything special you’d like to do on your actual birthday?” Sirius continued, after taking another bite. “Anywhere you want to go, activity you want to participate in?”

Harry nodded, meeting Sirius’ stare. “I want to finish that card game.”

Sirius choked, while Teddy’s knife clattered to the table.

“The Strip Poker game? You do?” Teddy asked excitedly.

Harry dipped his head. “Yeah, we never finished playing.”

“You want to start where we left off?” Draco asked with an arched brow, while Sirius cleared his airway with a hacking cough across the table from them.

Harry shrugged. “Or we can start a new one. Whichever.”

Teddy bumped him with his shoulder. “You’re not going to go put on more layers than you need, are you?”

Harry scoffed. “Wouldn’t that be cheating?”

Draco hummed. “More like strategic, but it certainly wouldn’t be in the spirit of the game.”

“Why do you want to play Strip Poker again, kiddo?”

Harry looked down at the table as his cheeks pinked. “I kind of ruined it last time, so I want to make up for it.”

Sirius snorted. “On your own birthday? Why don’t you make up for it on a different day, and let us celebrate you instead?”

Harry looked up with furrowed brows. “Can’t we do both at the same time?”

Teddy shifted closer, gripping Harry’s upper thigh loosely. “I know I’ll be fully appreciative.” He squeezed Harry’s thigh, tilting his chin up to direct the next whispered words toward Harry’s ear. “And I can show you what you missed out on last week.”

Harry glanced at Teddy from the corner of his eye and licked his lips, his heart suddenly racing.

“Do you truly want to play again, or do you feel an obligation to us?” Draco asked, calmly placing his fork on the table.

“I want to play,” Harry asserted, sliding his hand over top of Teddy’s as it began inching upward.

Teddy held his breath, but Harry didn’t shove him off, instead simply blocking him from going further.

Sirius pursed his lips, his gaze dragging down Harry’s body until the table blocked his view. He flicked his eyes back up to Harry’s face with a small nod. “Alright, if that’s what you really want, then that’s what we’ll do.”

Harry excused himself to his room after breakfast, assuring the others that he’d be back down in a few minutes to start the game. Even though he’d been the one to suggest it, and he was honestly interested in playing until the end, he needed a moment to compose himself. The nagging worry that Draco and Teddy would sneer at his underdeveloped frame still whispered in the back of his mind, and he stripped his top off once he reached his room to take one more scrutinizing look at his reflection.

Harry turned toward his bedroom door at the sound of a quiet knock, watching as it slowly swung open a moment later.

“Harry?” Sirius asked, glancing into the widening space.

Harry huffed a laugh. “How do you always catch me with my top off?”

Sirius swallowed, slowly looking him up and down. “Just lucky, I guess.”

Harry turned his head as a small smile graced his lips. “You were looking for me?”

Sirius cleared his throat and stepped further into the room. “Yeah, I wanted to give you a birthday gift.”

“Oh, I thought we were doing that on Saturday?”

Sirius nodded, pausing directly in front of Harry, and Harry looked up at him. “I have a present for you to unwrap during your party as well, but I don’t think you’ll want me to give this one to you in public.”

Harry inhaled slowly, tilting his chin slightly further upward. “Is it,” he licked his lips, and Sirius’ gaze fell to watch, “Embarrassing?”

Sirius stepped forward and slid his hand over Harry’s cheek. “I don’t think it is.”

Harry’s heart thundered in his chest as he watched Sirius’ face slowly grow closer. He was frozen with a combination of surprise, trepidation, and excitement. A haze of desire blanketed him as Sirius’ breath ghosted over his lips.

“You can refuse, of course.”

Harry’s eyes fell closed as Sirius’ hand slid to the side of his neck, and Sirius tilted Harry’s face up with his thumb before gliding his fingers into Harry’s hair. Harry took a sharp breath when their lips touched, a shiver tripping down his spine. The kiss was delicate, hesitant, as Sirius tried to keep a leash on his nearly overwhelming desire. Harry leaned forward when Sirius began to pull back from the soft press, chasing the feeling he’d been longing for.

Sirius groaned when Harry returned the kiss, gliding his other hand down to Harry’s waist. Harry jumped at the unexpected touch, and Sirius chuckled softly before tilting his head to the side. He swiped his tongue over Harry’s lower lip, and Harry gasped, reaching up to clutch at Sirius’ robes.

“Oi, Harry, have you changed your m-” Teddy snapped his jaw shut as he approached Harry’s bedroom, the door still open from Sirius’ entry, and Harry and Sirius quickly broke apart. “What’re you two up to, then?” he asked, hungrily looking Harry up and down.

Harry looked down at the floor, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. “Siri was, erm, giving me a birthday gift.”

Teddy arched a brow. “Is that so? Well, I have a present for you, too.”

“Oh, are we giving gifts now?” Draco asked, pausing just behind Teddy.

Harry’s eyes widened as Teddy stomped into the room, retreating a few steps until his back hit the wardrobe behind him. “There’s really no need,” he said with a nervous laugh, turning to pull a top blindly from a shelf, “You can give them to me on Saturday!” he said over his shoulder.

Teddy hummed, sliding his hands down Harry’s bare back, and Harry yelped and turned around. Teddy gently pulled the garment from Harry’s fingers and leaned forward, growing a few inches until they were eye-level as he dropped the top on the floor. “I’ll give it to you whenever you want, Harry.”

Harry swallowed and took a deep breath, his eyes flicking to the side to watch Teddy’s left palm flatten against the wardrobe door near his head. His gaze darted over Teddy’s right shoulder toward Draco, who leaned against the door frame with an arched brow and crossed arms, then snapped back to Teddy’s face when Teddy’s other hand wrapped around his hip. Teddy surged forward, pressing their lips together harshly as he jerked Harry’s hips toward him. Harry whimpered, bringing his hands up to rest on Teddy’s chest as Teddy kissed him.

Where Sirius’ kiss was gentle and caring, Teddy’s was demanding and inexperienced. He made up for it in enthusiasm, slipping his free hand around the back of Harry’s neck as he grew hard under his robes. Harry sucked in a breath as he felt Teddy’s erection brush his thigh, dangerously close to his own thickening length, and pushed him away in a panic. Teddy stumbled back a step, both of them staring at the other with heaving breaths, and Teddy furrowed his brow in confusion.

“Did you not like your present?”

Harry blinked quickly, licking his lips before glancing behind Teddy at Sirius and Draco. Both of them stared back with hungry eyes, Sirius’ lower lip between his teeth while Draco’s arms were tight over his chest. Harry flushed brightly, and he tilted his head down to stare at his feet. “No, I did,” he stuttered quietly.

Teddy grinned and took a step forward. “Excellent.” He reached for Harry’s jaw, and Draco cleared his throat.

“Uh, before you continue with your assault, shall I give Harry my gift?” Draco asked, pushing himself off the door frame.

Harry looked up, jolting slightly at Teddy’s proximity, and Teddy scowled and turned around to face Draco. “You should wait your turn.”

“I didn’t realize you were making decisions for Harry now,” Draco retorted with narrowed eyes.

Teddy scoffed and glanced over his shoulder. “Well? Do you want Draco’s present?”

Harry shifted his gaze to meet Draco’s stare while Teddy watched him eagerly. Harry’s lashes fluttered, and he swallowed dryly, his head only barely nodding. Teddy huffed and stepped away, moving toward Sirius with a pinched face. Draco smiled, and Harry watched him approach slowly, back still pressed against the wardrobe. His gaze lifted as Draco advanced, tilting his head back to maintain Draco’s intense stare.

Draco paused a foot away from Harry, sweeping his gaze over Harry’s flushed face and noting the apprehensive expression. He brushed the backs of his fingers over Harry’s cheek, cooling the heated skin, and Harry closed his eyes.

“Harry,” Draco whispered, stilling his movements, “May I kiss you?”

Harry’s lips parted slowly, and he blinked his eyes open to find that Draco hadn’t moved even a millimeter closer. “Yes,” he murmured, his gaze dropping to Draco’s pillowy lips.

Draco smiled and bent down, cradling Harry’s cheek in his palm. Harry’s breath caught as their lips met, his heart beating wildly as his desire over the last several years was finally realized. Harry slid his hands along Draco’s upper arms, wrapping them around the back of his neck and pushing his fingers into Draco’s hair, and Draco made a soft sound in the back of his throat, snaking his left arm around Harry’s waist.

The kiss was confident, strong but not forceful, perfectly balanced between what Harry had experienced with Sirius and Teddy. Draco was respectful without being stiff, displaying his feelings with the light brush of his thumb on Harry’s cheekbone and the barely-there glide of his index finger along the back of Harry’s waistband. Harry drowned in his attraction, the lust he’d tried to push down for not only Draco, but also Sirius and Teddy, overtaking him as he pulled Draco closer.

Draco sighed contentedly, shuffling forward to press more bodily against him as he nipped Harry’s lower lip. Harry’s lips parted in surprise, and Draco slipped his tongue between Harry’s teeth with a soft groan. Harry slid his hands down Draco’s back, pausing hesitantly just above the swell of his arse, and Draco swirled his tongue around Harry’s suggestively. Harry had already begun to stiffen with first Sirius’ and then Teddy’s attention. But, now that he was pressed against Draco, now that he was discovering for the first time what Draco’s body felt like beneath his hands, it took no time at all to become fully erect.

Harry whimpered when Draco pulled back, alabaster skin flushed and eyes bright, and his first thought was that he’d done something wrong.

“Harry.” Draco’s voice was a low rumble, deepened with desire. He slid his palm over Harry’s bare abdomen until his fingers rested on the button of his fly. “Can I?”

Harry clenched his teeth, his cock jolting against the inside of his pants. “Please,” he begged softly.

Draco growled under his breath, bending to recapture Harry’s lips as he popped the button and slid the zipper down on Harry’s trousers. Harry moaned into Draco’s mouth as Draco’s fingers brushed his glans, and Draco slid one hand into Harry’s hair as he pressed their bodies together. Harry shifted his hips, grinding his erection against Draco’s thigh, and Draco pushed his fingers beneath Harry’s waistband to grip his bare hip.

Harry reached for the buttons of Draco’s robes, fumbling as he attempted to undo the tiny closures, and Draco chuckled as he pulled back.

“There’s a spell for that,” Draco whispered, his right hand sliding from Harry’s hip to retrieve his wand.

“Should we leave?” Sirius asked, brow slightly furrowed.

Harry sucked in a startled breath. He’d forgotten that Sirius and Teddy were still in the room, and he flushed with the realization that he’d had an audience. He licked his lips, his gaze dropping down Sirius’ body to find his robes tented at his groin. He swallowed harshly, flicking his eyes to the left to see Teddy palming himself through his clothing. He glanced back at Draco with a question in his eyes, and Draco smirked as he waved his wand at his robes.

“It’s up to you,” Draco said as all of his buttons came undone.

Harry glanced down at the long expanse of pale skin revealed, groaning quietly as his gaze landed on Draco’s groin. His pants were snug over his erection, a damp spot forming over the head, and Harry licked his lips as he made a decision. Harry wanted them all, for different reasons and in different ways, and he recognized that this was the perfect opportunity to make that a reality. He’d never anticipated being able to act on his desires for them at the same time, but as his gaze bounced between the cousins, he knew what he wanted.

“No, stay.”

Draco hummed in approval and slipped his robes off, tossing them to the side and standing in only his pants. Teddy grinned, quickly discarding his robes as he moved toward the couple. Sirius didn’t budge, instead watching the others as he leisurely pulled his buttons through. Draco stared into Harry’s eyes as he began to tug his trousers down, and Harry nodded and let them fall to his thighs. Draco bent down, pulling them the rest of the way off while Harry watched, and Teddy reached out to run a hand up Harry’s chest.

Teddy wrapped his palm around the back of Harry’s neck, pulling Harry’s head to the side and pressing another rough kiss to his lips as he continued to fondle himself. Draco stood, sliding his hands around Harry’s hips and peppering his shoulder and collarbone with kisses. Harry brushed one hand through Teddy’s hair, sliding the other down Draco’s spine, and he gasped when Draco’s fingers fluttered over his still-clothed shaft.

Draco slid his fingers teasingly along Harry’s waistband and over his cock as his lips traveled down to Harry’s chest, and Harry groaned softly and flexed his hips. Draco grinned and paused at Harry’s nipple, sliding the flat of his tongue over the sensitive area. Harry moaned into Teddy’s mouth and arched his back, his fingers tightly gripping Teddy’s hair and Draco’s hip. Draco hummed and swirled the tip of his tongue around the hardening nub, while Teddy broke the kiss and looked down.

Harry tilted his head back against the wardrobe with a groan, eyes sliding closed as he focused on Draco’s machinations. Teddy quickly realized what had caused Harry’s reaction and moved to mouth over Harry’s other nipple. Harry keened, sliding his hand into Draco’s hair while his other still carded through Teddy’s. He tilted his head down to look between them, hardening impossibly more as Draco quickly flicked his tongue over one nub while Teddy lapped at his other. The sound of movement across the room caught his attention, and he looked up, swallowing as he watched Sirius finally approach.

Sirius moved to stand on Harry’s right, between the wardrobe and Draco. He slowly looked Harry up and down, savoring the way he panted softly through parted lips and how his entire chest flushed with desire. He tipped Harry’s chin upward and bent forward, catching Harry in another delicate kiss, and Harry melted beneath Sirius’ lips. Teddy began to flick his tongue over Harry’s nipple, while Draco paused briefly to wrap his hand around Harry’s shaft. Harry moaned, bucking his hips forward and jostling Teddy. Not to be outdone, Teddy slipped his hand around Harry’s bollocks, gently rolling them between his fingers as he returned his mouth to Harry’s nipple.

Harry whined, parting his lips and slipping his tongue between Sirius’ teeth as Sirius ran one hand through his hair and the other down his spine. Sirius groaned quietly, expertly leading Harry in a dance of tongues and teeth as he pulled Harry slightly forward, away from the wardrobe. Draco tugged at the waistband of Harry’s pants as he sucked Harry’s nipple into his mouth, drawing another moan and hip thrust from him. The air was cool as it hit Harry’s exposed hips, causing him to shiver beneath Draco’s wandering hands. Draco carefully slipped Harry’s pants down to free his dripping cock, and Teddy released Harry’s bollocks to help push the material down Harry’s thighs.

Sirius slid his hand over Harry’s exposed arse, gliding his fingers down and gripping briefly, while Draco and Teddy lavished attention on Harry’s dick. Harry tipped slightly forward, allowing Sirius more range of motion and pressing himself further into Teddy and Draco’s hands. Draco rose from Harry’s chest, softly pushing Sirius away from Harry’s lips, and Harry opened his eyes in a daze, glancing between them.

“My turn again,” Draco murmured, wrapping his left hand around the back of Harry’s neck while the other slowly stroked his shaft.

Harry sighed as Draco reclaimed his lips, and Sirius slipped his hand around Harry’s waist and edged him forward, coaxing them all to take small steps toward the center of the room. Teddy straightened, tilting his head to nip along the side of Harry’s neck as he began to slide his fingers against Harry’s perineum, his palm still cradling Harry’s bollocks. Once Harry was far enough away, Sirius moved to stand behind him, caressing his shoulders and back with delicate fingers as he moved slowly toward his goal. He bent forward, trailing kisses over Harry’s shoulder blades and upper spine as his fingers moved lower and lower, until finally they brushed the very edge of Harry’s crease.

Harry sucked in a breath as Sirius gently glided a finger between his arsecheeks, leaning into Draco as the natural desire to fold forward raced through him. Draco made a noise in his throat and pulled back, immediately flicking his gaze to Sirius.

“What are you doing, cousin?” Draco asked softly, glancing down to where he assumed Sirius’ hands were. “Who said you could go first?”

Sirius smirked. “What’s that saying? Age before beauty?” Draco sneered, and Sirius chuckled. “I think Harry would benefit from a more experienced partner first, wouldn’t you?”

Draco glared at him before glancing back at Harry. “Don’t you dare come before I’m inside you,” he growled softly.

“Gods!” Harry grunted, his eyes falling shut. “I’m not sure I won’t come right now.”

Teddy lifted his head to brush his lips over Harry’s ear. “That’s alright, Harry, you can come more than once.”

Harry groaned, losing his footing briefly as his knees went weak, and Teddy smirked as he took a step back. Draco caught Harry by the upper arms, while Sirius pulled his wand from behind his ear. Draco watched as Sirius slipped his pants off and cast a lube charm on his hand, then returned his attention to Harry. He cupped Harry’s face with his hands, and Harry blinked his eyes open.

“Do your best,” Draco said, leaning forward. Harry nodded, swallowing as he felt Sirius’ digit gliding again between his arsecheeks. “I desperately want to feel you come on my cock,” Draco whispered against Harry’s lips.

Harry whimpered as Draco kissed him, then sucked in a breath when Sirius began stroking against his entrance. Draco stepped backward, his gaze falling down Harry’s body and pausing on his trembling knees. He moved to the side of the room and quickly pulled Harry’s desk chair in front of him.

“Here,” Draco said softly, pushing the chair backward.

Harry bent forward, gripping the back of the chair tightly and stepping his feet slightly further apart, and Sirius hummed appreciatively. Draco nodded, licking his lips as he moved to the side to watch Sirius press his finger against Harry’s fluttering hole. He ran a hand over himself as Harry’s breath hitched, his attention bouncing between Harry’s flushed face and Sirius’ hand. Teddy whined softly in his throat, and Draco glanced up to find him standing on the other side of Sirius and Harry, eyes locked on Sirius’ disappearing finger.

Harry moaned as Sirius worked him open, his fingers curling into the chair back. It was both too much and not enough; he was too full but still begged for more. As Sirius’ third knuckle brushed against his hole, and Sirius continued to gently thrust his finger in and out, Harry bent further, resting his forehead on the back of his hands.

“How does that feel?” Sirius asked, sliding a second finger against the puckered skin.

“Fucking amazing,” Harry whispered, beginning to push back against Sirius’ hand.

Sirius chuckled. “There’s still so much more to come.”

“And all of us, too,” Teddy added with a smirk.

Sirius snorted a laugh, and Draco rolled his eyes, hooking his thumbs into his waistband and whipping his pants off in one smooth motion. Teddy had stopped wearing the joggers beneath his robes after the first night at Grimmauld, and he’d freed his erection at some point after Draco gave Harry the chair for stability. He watched Teddy stroke himself languidly, idly wondering if the size and shape were natural, or if Teddy already used his special abilities to modify it. Teddy arched a brow as he noticed Draco’s stare, licking his lips as his gaze fell down Draco’s body.

Harry’s gasping moan drew both of their attention back to him, as Sirius had just managed to fit in his second finger. Harry panted, his hips shifting as Sirius slowly thrusted his fingers. Sirius groaned and ran a hand up Harry’s spine.

“You’re doing a good job, Harry. Taking my fingers so well.”

Harry whimpered, tightening briefly around Sirius’ digits, and Sirius made a high-pitched noise in the back of his throat. He paused once he’d finally worked both fingers fully inside, allowing Harry to adjust before he began to scissor them. Harry shifted, lifting his head slightly, then mewled and dropped it again as Sirius stretched him wider.

“That’s it, relax for me.”

“Merlin, Siri, if you don’t shut your mouth, I’m going to come,” Teddy complained, gripping the base of his cock harshly.

Draco chuckled. “All it takes is a little talk, hmm?”

Teddy shook his head with a scowl. “Fuck you, Draco.”

“Maybe one day,” Draco retorted with a smirk, “But not today.”

Teddy groaned, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment, and Draco laughed under his breath, discreetly tightening his fist around his own dick.

Sirius leaned forward, his hard length sliding against Harry’s arsecheek as he searched for Harry’s prostate with questing fingers and rested his other hand on Harry’s hip. He tilted his chin, placing his lips near Harry’s ear, and Harry turned his head slightly toward him, eager for whatever might come from Sirius’ mouth next. “Do you like that?”

Harry whimpered and nodded, pressing back against Sirius’ hand.

Sirius groaned and twisted his fingers, flexing his hips forward. Harry wheezed a moan as Sirius’ fingers brushed against the elusive bundle of nerves, arching his back and pressing against Sirius’ chest, and Sirius chuckled softly. “How about that?”

Harry panted, his nails scratching softly against the back of the chair. “Fuck, yes.”

Sirius grunted softly, curling his fingers against Harry’s prostate, and Harry’s lips dropped open in a long keen. Sirius straightened, his gaze sliding down Harry’s spine to watch as Harry rode his fingers, then abruptly pulled them free.

Harry whined and looked over his shoulder with desperate eyes. “Why did you stop?”

Sirius smirked and wrapped his oiled hand around his cock, his eyes fluttering closed briefly. “I think you’re ready for the main event, pet.”

Harry groaned and dropped his head. “Gods yes, please.”

“Remember your promise,” Draco said breathlessly, his hips working slowly against his hand.

Harry looked up and to his right, moaning as he focused on Draco’s groin. “Fuck.”

Draco smirked and moved closer, stilling his thrusts and slowly gliding a loose fist over his shaft as he bit his lip. “Like what you see?”

Harry nodded, his gaze traveling up Draco’s body to his face. Draco licked his lips, flushing as he envisioned Harry’s pink mouth around his cock. He reached out to smooth Harry’s hair back from his face, and Harry pushed himself up into a hunched standing position. Harry’s cheeks were flushed, his pupils blown, and Draco swallowed as he tried to burn the image into his mind. Harry’s gaze dropped to Draco’s lips, and Draco smirked and stepped closer, slipping his hand behind Harry’s head as Harry straightened further.

Harry made a soft sound in his throat as the head of Sirius’ cock nudged his entrance, tilting his hips slightly backward as Draco’s lips closed over his own. Sirius groaned, slowly pressing forward until he pushed through the tight ring of muscle, and Harry pulled back from Draco with a moan. Draco glanced over Harry’s shoulder, biting his lip roughly as he watched Sirius pull Harry’s arsecheeks apart and minutely flex his hips, sinking slowly deeper with each pass. Teddy shuffled closer, hand still gripped tightly over himself, and whined in the back of his throat.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to feel that,” Teddy groaned, bending slightly forward.

Draco smirked, silently agreeing, and brushed his hand through Harry’s hair as Harry dropped his head forward. “How does it feel for you, Harry?”

Harry whimpered, his ability to form words severely impaired by the cock slowly impaling him, and Draco chuckled and slid his hand down Harry’s side.

Sirius growled softly, his restraint holding on by a thread as Harry engulfed him. He took slow, measured strokes, watching himself sink further and further into the tight heat. He paused, squeezing his eyes shut as he finally bottomed out, and Harry panted, white-knuckling the top of the chair.

“You okay?” Sirius asked tightly, fighting the almost overwhelming desire to snap his hips.

Harry swallowed, shifting his hips slightly, and Sirius groaned and moved to grip Harry’s hips. “Yeah,” he said softly, “Yeah, I’m okay.”

Draco inched his hand toward Harry’s cock, still slowly stroking his own. Harry gasped and flinched away as Draco’s fingers brushed his shaft, pushing back against Sirius. Sirius groaned, his fingers tightening over Harry’s hips, and Harry licked his lips and looked up at Draco.

“I can’t keep my promise if you touch me.”

Draco exhaled harshly through his nose. “I guess I shouldn’t taste you either, then.”

Harry whimpered and shifted his hips, contracting briefly around Sirius, and Sirius growled and flexed forward, pressing his groin against Harry’s arsecheeks. Draco snickered and dropped to his knees, and Harry gave a strangled cry and tried to move back. Sirius curled one arm across Harry’s chest, tugging him more upright, and hooked his chin over Harry’s shoulder.

“If you don’t stop fidgeting, I won’t be able to control myself,” he growled into Harry’s ear.

Harry groaned as Sirius punctuated his sentence with a forward flex of his hips. “Sorry,” he panted, “It’s Draco’s fault.”

Draco looked up from his position on the floor, his face level with Harry’s leaking cock, and grinned. Teddy clenched his teeth as he stepped closer, running an uncertain fist over himself as he tested his self-control. He swallowed heavily as he watched Sirius pull his hips back, Harry’s low moan heading straight for his groin, and he wondered if Draco would force Harry’s orgasm from him as he knelt on the floor.

Draco’s gaze fell to Harry’s twitching prick, and he licked his lips as another bead of precome formed on the tip. He resisted the urge to slide his tongue up Harry’s shaft, knowing he’d be robbing himself of the orgasm he so desperately wanted to feel around him, and instead tilted his head toward Harry’s hip. He wrapped one hand around Harry’s inner thigh, his fingers dangerously close to Harry’s bollocks, and licked a trail of heat up Harry’s V line.

Harry grunted through clenched teeth, his hips stuttering forward, and Sirius groaned as he slipped out, only his crown remained inside Harry. He pressed forward, sliding smoothly back into him, and Harry moaned and bent at the waist, dropping his head again. Sirius let him go, returning his hand to Harry’s hip and looking down as he began to thrust slowly. Harry made the most lovely sounds as Sirius pistoned his hips, mewling and gasping with each forward flex.

Sirius shifted his stance, and Harry cried out when his next thrust slid squarely over his prostate. “Oh fuck,” Harry said, rising from his bent stance, “Siri, fuck, do that again.”

Sirius chuckled and gripped Harry’s hips tighter, angling his thrusts as he worked his hips faster. “You like that?” he growled as Harry moaned and tightened around him.

Harry nodded, his eyes squeezed shut as he flexed his hips to meet Sirius’ thrusts. His lips dropped open in a silent moan as the simmering heat in his groin began to unfurl. “Fuck, I don’t think I can hold on,” he whined.

Draco stood swiftly, reaching for Harry’s groin and curling a tight fist around the base of his cock as he lightly pushed Sirius on the shoulder. “My turn.”

Sirius snarled, snapping his hips forward and pressing himself as deep into Harry as he could, and Harry moaned and flexed his hips, only the iron grip of Draco’s fingers keeping his orgasm at bay. Sirius and Draco stared at each other as Harry whimpered between them, and Teddy slipped his hand down Harry’s side, his fingers dancing over Sirius’ as he fell to his knees.

Sirius glanced down with furrowed brows. “What are you doing, Teddy?”

Teddy hummed, leaning forward to press a kiss to Harry’s waist. “The faster Harry comes, the sooner I can fuck him, right?”

Sirius snorted and pulled his hips back, slipping from Harry with a groan, and Harry whined at the loss. “How’s that?”

Draco dropped a kiss on Harry’s shoulder, and Harry turned to him with glazed eyes. “Are you ready for my cock, Harry?”

Harry whimpered, swallowing harshly as he nodded. “I’m so close, Draco, please.”

Draco hummed and ran a hand up Harry’s spine, his other still holding Harry’s dick tightly. “We’ll wait a moment, just until you’ve stepped back from the edge, yeah?”

Harry whined but nodded, his hips slowly pulsating. “Okay.”

Teddy grinned, glancing at Sirius as he swirled his fingers over Harry’s hip. “Draco wants Harry to come while he’s fucking him, right?” Sirius nodded, slowly stroking himself as he glanced between Teddy’s groin and Harry’s arse. “So, if I help things along, I’ll get to fuck him sooner.”

Sirius shook his head. “Have you ever sucked a cock before?”

Teddy shrugged. “How hard could it be?”

Draco frowned and looked down at Teddy. “Don’t you come anywhere near Harry’s cock. I don’t need him coming before I’ve had a proper turn.”

Teddy rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “Fine, I promise not to touch his dick.”

Draco nodded sharply, and Harry groaned. “Draco, please. It’s been long enough, hasn’t it?”

Draco licked his lips and returned his attention to Harry. “Desperate for my prick, are you?”

Harry leaned to his right, peeling one hand from the back of the chair to reach for Draco’s groin. “I’ve been desperate for years,” he whispered before capturing Draco’s lips.

Draco groaned, releasing his tight hold at the base of Harry’s cock and stroking upward as he stepped closer. Harry gasped, hesitantly attempting to mimic the gesture, and Draco covered Harry’s fingers with his own, slowly thrusting into their joined fists. Draco slipped his other hand into Harry’s hair, tilting Harry’s head and deepening the kiss, and Harry pulled Draco closer, wrapping his other hand around Draco’s shoulder blade.

Teddy watched them from his position on the floor, jealous that Harry had apparently been lusting after Draco for longer than he’d realized. His gaze dropped to Draco’s groin, watching as the deep red head pushed through the combined fist Draco and Harry had formed, then shifted to watch as precome gathered at Harry’s tip. He grinned, leaning forward to press a kiss to Harry’s hip, and Harry sucked in a startled breath.

Draco pulled back and looked down, arching a brow at Teddy before he paused his movements. Harry searched Draco’s eyes, worry beginning to infiltrate the fog of lust, and Draco winked at him and pressed his cheek to Harry’s temple. “Ready for me?”

Harry swallowed and nodded, taking a deep breath as Draco moved behind him. He looked up as Draco quietly asked Sirius for a lube charm, flushing as Sirius flicked his wand with a smirk. Teddy took a sharp breath as his palm was also covered in the slippery substance, looking toward Sirius in confusion.

“Don’t you want to be prepared for your turn?” Sirius asked with raised brows.

Teddy groaned and eagerly slathered the oil over himself, closing his eyes briefly as he saturated his prick.

Harry looked down, biting his lip as he focused on Teddy’s groin. He’d avoided looking, still shy about his feelings, but as Teddy stroked himself and Draco lined himself up behind him, a new wave of desire washed over him.

Teddy looked up, catching Harry staring, and smirked widely. “I can’t wait to shove this inside of you,” he said, lifting onto his knees. “I can get as big as you want.”

Harry gasped as Teddy’s cock began to grow, plumping and lengthening beneath his fist, and Teddy groaned, stroking himself as he watched Harry’s face.

“You like that?” Teddy asked, leaning forward to press a kiss to Harry’s inner thigh. “Like that I can fill you up so completely?”

Harry flushed and looked away, and Draco cleared his throat and slid the head of his cock over Harry’s entrance. “Attention on me,” he said, bending to nip Harry’s earlobe. “I want you to come because of what you feel, what I do to you, not anyone else.”

Harry whined and tilted his hips backward, pushing himself against Draco’s glans. “Get on with it, then,” he said breathlessly, glancing over his shoulder. “I need you inside of me.”

“Fuck,” Draco groaned, holding Harry’s hip with one hand as he worked his cock into Harry with the other. “I’m going to fuck the shite out of you,” he growled as he slipped through the puckered entrance.

Harry gasped, bending forward over the chair as Draco breached him. He was still tight, even after Sirius had stretched him, and his walls gripped Draco’s cock firmly. Draco moaned as he inched forward, pulling Harry back by the hips and sheathing himself in one smooth, slow motion. He paused once he was fully encased, allowing them both to adjust to the feeling before he began to move.

Teddy whimpered softly, shuffling slightly closer on his knees to slide his tongue up the crease of Harry’s thigh, and Harry groaned and jerked his hips forward. Draco growled, snapping his hips, and Harry moaned and pressed backward.

“You’re not going to be able to walk once I’m done with you, Harry,” Draco boasted, pulsing his hips lightly. “Are you ready for that?”

Harry keened and nodded, arching his back and flexing his arsehole. Draco groaned and slowly pulled out, savoring the whine that slipped from Harry’s lips. He paused when only the tip was still inside of Harry, his eyes sliding shut as Harry fluttered around him.

“Please,” Harry begged, rising slightly to look behind him. “Fuck, Draco, don’t make me wait any longer.”

Draco’s eyes snapped open, and he planted his feet before bucking forward. Harry cried out, falling over the chair back as Draco quickly thrust into him, offering no pause or break in between.

Draco’s groin slapped against Harry’s arsecheeks, the sound mingling with Draco’s heavy breathing and Harry’s gasps and moans. Teddy watched them hungrily for a moment, then leaned forward to nip sharply along Harry’s outer thigh. Harry groaned as the pain mingled with the pleasure of Draco’s thrusts, his earlier orgasm uncoiling in his groin. He pressed back against Draco, meeting his hips as best as he could, and Draco bent forward to pant in Harry’s ear.

“How’s my cock feel, Harry?”

Harry whimpered, his dick twitching as Teddy sucked a bruise into his hip. “So good,” he moaned.

“Better than Sirius?” Draco asked, angling his thrusts slightly upward.

Sirius arched a brow, watching Harry’s face flush. He’d have to try harder during his next turn.

Harry gasped as Draco grazed his prostate, and Draco fell forward, draping himself over Harry’s back. “You can tell me,” he whispered, pulling back to kiss along the side of Harry’s neck.

Harry panted as the edge of ecstasy rushed toward him, his hips beginning to lose their rhythm. He squeezed his eyes tightly closed, focused on the feel of Draco reaching deep inside him and the lips traveling over his shoulder and up his thigh. Draco closed his teeth around the juncture of Harry’s neck and shoulder just as Teddy slid his tongue up Harry’s shaft, and Harry let out a moan as his orgasm crashed over him.

Teddy pulled back with a startled gasp, squeezing his fist over his cock as he watched ropes of come spurt from Harry’s dick. Draco straightened with a groan as Harry pulsed around him, flexing his hips quickly as his own orgasm rose within him. The tight press of Harry’s walls, the shivering, shifting of his hips, and the quiet moans of pleasure were enough to pull Draco’s orgasm from him in a matter of minutes, and he came inside Harry with a low groan.

Teddy stood, sucking his lip between his teeth as he watched Draco ride out the last of his pleasure, then took a deep breath. “My turn now.”

Draco huffed a laugh, shooting a glare at Teddy as his hips still worked. “Give us a minute,” he said, his voice slightly hoarse, “Not done yet.”

Teddy exhaled loudly, his gaze falling to Harry’s groin as a slow dribble of come dripped from his tip. He hoped he would have the same result, would feel Harry as he came a second time, but wouldn’t be too upset if he didn’t. He watched as Draco’s thrusts slowed, licking his lips as Harry moaned softly each time Draco pressed his hips deeply, then flicked his gaze to Sirius when he cleared his throat.

Sirius was still starkers, his cock still rigid and unyielding, and he took a step forward as Harry relaxed against the back of the chair.

“What are you doing?” Teddy asked with narrowed eyes, “It’s my turn.”

Sirius tilted his head, arching a brow as he glanced at Teddy. “I don’t think Harry can handle another round standing up.”

Teddy turned back to Harry, noting his shaking thighs as Draco slipped out of him. Harry whimpered softly, pushing himself away from the chair to look up at the blonde, and Draco grinned and swooped down to kiss him, sliding a hand around Harry’s waist.

“How was that?” Draco asked softly, pulling Harry upright and taking most of his weight.

Harry’s eyes slid closed as he relaxed against Draco, and he mumbled something under his breath.

“What’s that?” Draco said, bending to put his ear near Harry’s mouth.

“Better than I ever dreamed,” Harry whispered.

Draco laughed, shivering as Harry’s lips brushed his ear, and he turned to kiss Harry’s still flushed cheek. “I have plenty more where that came from, I assure you.”

Harry groaned, blinking slowly as a smile curled the corner of his lips. “Looking forward to it.”

“Draco, why don’t we put Harry on his bed?” Sirius suggested, pointing behind him.

“Oi, no going to sleep, yet!” Teddy huffed, crossing his arms.

Harry rolled his eyes as Draco shuffled him forward, his steps uncoordinated after such a railing. “I’m not taking a kip, Teddy, relax.”

“And even if he was, you could have your turn later,” Sirius said sternly.

Teddy pushed out his lower lip, watching as Draco sat Harry on the bed. Harry winced slightly, and Sirius turned and swiftly left the room.

“Where’s he going?” Teddy asked, stepping closer as Harry lifted his legs onto the bed and curled onto his side.

Draco shrugged, sweeping Harry’s hair away from his face. “Do you feel up to Teddy having a go?” he asked, brushing his fingers down Harry’s spine.

Harry moaned softly, shifting his gaze to Teddy’s groin. “I think so.”

Teddy grinned and approached the side of the bed, nodding as Draco stood and moved to the side. “It’ll probably be easier with you lying down, anyway,” he said, crawling onto the bed behind Harry.

Harry sighed as Teddy’s hands smoothed over his spine and hips, fingers digging slightly into his flesh as Teddy pulled his arsecheeks apart. Teddy groaned softly as he watched Draco’s come begin to slide out of him, eager to add his own. He caught the dribble with his finger, quickly swiping upward and pressing it back into Harry’s hole, and Harry gasped and flinched forward.

“Before you go any further,” Sirius said as he entered the room, “I think you should drink this, Harry.”

Harry relaxed as Teddy pulled his finger free, lifting his head to see what Sirius held. “What is it?”

“Pain Relieving Potion,” Sirius responded, moving toward the bed. “I think you’re going to need it.”

Harry smiled softly and reached for the small vial, rising onto his elbow. “Thanks, Siri, you always take care of me.”

Sirius smiled and watched Harry swallow the potion, his gaze falling to Harry’s Adam’s apple before he accepted the empty flask back. He leaned forward to press a kiss to Harry’s temple. “It’s a little selfish this time,” he admitted, turning Harry’s face toward him with a hand on his jaw.

Harry looked up at him, brow slightly furrowed. “How’s that?”

Sirius bit his lower lip, his gaze flicking downward briefly. “I haven’t come yet, and I’d like to work toward that second orgasm, if you’re interested.”

Harry groaned, his cock twitching as he looked down at Sirius’ groin, and Teddy huffed. “How do you know I won’t give it to him?”

Sirius hummed and straightened, stepping slightly away from the bed. “If you don’t, that is,” he said with a dip of his chin.

Teddy nodded sharply, smoothing his hands over Harry’s back. “Ready now?” he asked, curling his palms over Harry’s arsecheeks.

Harry groaned and arched into his palms. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

Teddy growled softly and slid his knees beneath him, kneeling behind Harry’s relaxed form. “Get on your knees,” he said, releasing Harry’s arse in favor of his own cock.

Teddy’s orgasm was still too close to the surface, and he knew he wouldn’t last nearly as long as Sirius or Draco, but he couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to feel Harry around him, to experience what the other two already had. He didn’t think Harry would care how long it lasted, since he’d come once already. He watched hungrily as Harry rolled onto his hands and knees, glancing over his shoulder as he presented his bare arse. Teddy took a deep breath as more come began to slide from Harry’s hole, shuffling forward to use his cock as a plug.

Harry panted as Teddy pushed into him without a word, his head falling forward and back arching. Teddy’s cock hadn’t returned to it’s natural state, still overly thick and long, and Harry whimpered softly as he stretched to accommodate. It wasn’t painful, not exactly, but the pressure was more intense, the reach deeper, and he panted softly as Teddy continued to press forward.

“Merlin, Harry, you feel amazing,” Teddy groaned, his entry smoothed not only by the lube Sirius had provided but also Draco’s come. “Fuck, you’re so tight and warm.”

Harry moaned as Teddy pushed deeper than either Draco or Sirius had, still a few inches away from being fully sheathed. He curled his fingers into the bedding, his cock slowly plumping as Teddy’s hand smoothed up his spine. Teddy bit his lip, his gaze fully directed downward to watch himself disappear.

Teddy paused once he’d finally slid fully inside, wrapping his fingers around Harry’s hips as Harry shivered beneath him. “Is that big enough, Harry? I can make it bigger.”

Harry wheezed. “No, no bigger, please,” he rushed to say, tightening around Teddy reactively. “This is almost too much.”

“Oh,” Teddy huffed, closing his eyes briefly, “Why didn’t you say so?” Harry sighed as Teddy shrank slightly, the edge of panic he’d begun to feel creeping up on him disappearing, and Teddy grinned and flexed his fingers. “Better?”

Harry nodded, his head still bent forward. “Much.”

Teddy pulled his hips back unexpectedly, and Harry gasped as his cock slipped out of him. “Ready, then?”

Harry’s lips parted to confirm, and Teddy thrust back into him, pulling a moan from his lips. “Fuck, Teddy, a little warning!” he choked as Teddy’s hips met his arse.

“Sorry,” Teddy said breathlessly, “I just couldn’t wait any longer.”

Harry groaned as Teddy set a quick pace, falling to his elbows and keening quietly. Teddy pulled against Harry’s hips as he slammed into him, bending to wrap his arms around Harry’s waist as he approached the edge. He wrapped a hand around Harry’s half-hard length, aiming to force a second orgasm from him, and Harry moaned and jerked his hips, squeezing around Teddy as he continued his rapid hip flexing.

Teddy groaned in Harry’s ear, his hand uncoordinated as he attempted to pull Harry off. He couldn’t focus on both movements at once, and quickly gave up in favor of his own pleasure. He rose back up onto his knees, pulling Harry against him by his upper thighs as he thrusted his hips, soft moans falling from his lips to mingle with Harry’s. He couldn’t believe he was finally fucking the arse he’d been dreaming of for the last year, and he grit his teeth as he looked down to watch himself come.

Harry took a shaky breath as he felt Teddy empty into him, the feeling of fullness increasing. Teddy moaned, his hips slowing and stuttering through his orgasm. Harry dropped his upper body to the bed, panting and shifting his hips as he continued to stiffen. Teddy hadn’t brought Harry off, but he’d re-awakened the desire to, and Teddy whimpered softly as Harry’s walls flexed around him.

Teddy pressed his hips forward, groaning as Harry gently rode him. He stayed inside Harry until he began to soften, until his limp prick slipped out of Harry and couldn’t push back in, then he groaned and bent to press a kiss to Harry’s spine. “Next time, you’re coming with my cock inside you.”

Harry huffed a laugh as Teddy climbed off the bed, his arse still in the air as he pressed his cheek to the mattress. “Who says there will be a next time?”

Teddy turned, his gaze slightly hurt beneath furrowed brows. “Won’t there be?”

Sirius stepped past him and slid onto the bed behind Harry, and Harry raised his head when the bed dipped. “How are you feeling?” Sirius asked, slowly stroking his cock.

The head was a deep purple, the tip slick with precome, and Harry groaned and bit his lip. “I’d be better with you inside me.”

Sirius groaned, his jaw clenching tightly, and he rose to his knees to line himself up.

“You didn’t answer my question,” Teddy huffed, crossing his arms as he moved to stand next to Draco.

“You’re so fucking needy,” Draco said under his breath, watching Harry’s lips drop open as Sirius pushed into him. He was hard again, and he began to stroke himself as he took in the way Harry gripped the duvet and how painfully slowly Sirius pressed forward. He licked his lips, tilting his head as he watched Sirius’ arse flex and wondering if he was as tight as Harry.

“Fuck you, Draco,” Teddy groused, shoving Draco in the shoulder.

Draco turned with bright eyes, looking Teddy up and down. “You’re not in any position to make that threat.” He licked his lips and took a step forward. “I, on the other hand…”

Teddy scoffed, “Not a chance.” He turned back to the bed, biting his lip as Sirius trailed his hands over Harry’s waist before gripping his hips tightly. “The only bloke getting anywhere near my arsehole is Harry.”

Draco snorted, “Suit yourself,” he said, stepping away and turning his attention back to the couple on the bed, “You don’t know what you’re missing.”

Harry moaned as Sirius began to flex his hips, rising onto his hands and lifting his head. Sirius’ grip was firm, his fingers pressing bruises into his skin to match the one Teddy’s mouth had left, and his cock brushed over Harry’s prostate with every thrust. He opened his eyes as Sirius groaned softly, increasing the pace of his movements, and he shifted his weight onto one hand so that he could reach for his erection with his other.

“Don’t,” Sirius growled, wrapping an arm around Harry’s chest and pulling him up upright, “You’re not allowed to touch yourself.”

Harry whimpered, reaching his hands back to grip Sirius’ thighs as his back pressed against Sirius’ chest. “Fuck, Siri, I don’t know if I can come without it.”

Sirius snaked his hand up Harry’s chest, wrapping his hand loosely around Harry’s throat and dropping his chin. He snarled into Harry’s ear, nipping at his earlobe as he pulled Harry into him with the other hand on his hip. “I’ll do it,” he said gruffly. “I’ll make you come.”

Harry whined as Sirius held his upper body still, snapping their hips together as Sirius panted in his ear. He opened his eyes, which had fallen shut when Sirius’ hand appeared around his throat, as the mattress dipped in front of him, his gaze falling on Draco as he slipped onto the bed.

“Draco,” Harry groaned, immediately noticing Draco’s leaking prick, “What are you doing?”

Draco smirked and leaned forward, falling to his stomach. “Helping.”

Harry inhaled sharply as Draco’s breath ghosted over his cock, and he flexed his hips forward.

“I don’t need your help,” Sirius grumbled, moving to wrap his fist around Harry’s dick.

Harry keened, his head falling back against Sirius’ shoulder, and Sirius moaned, working his fist in time with his thrusts.

“That’s right, Harry, you can do it.”

Draco licked his lips as he watched Sirius pull Harry off, swiveling his hips against the mattress. The cotton bedding was soft, but not as soft as his silk sheets, and the slightly rough texture pushed him further toward completion.

“You like that?” Sirius asked, sliding his tongue over the shell of Harry’s ear before flicking his gaze toward Draco.

Harry moaned, the dual stimulation pushing him closer.

“Yes,” Draco responded, inching closer to Harry’s groin. “Harry, I can’t wait to taste you.”

Harry panted, his hips beginning to stutter, and Draco groaned and flexed his hips harder against Harry’s mattress, sliding his hands up Harry’s thighs.

Sirius moaned in Harry’s ear, shifting his fist further down Harry’s shaft and leaving the crown free. “Come on,” he said, his voice tight. He could feel his orgasm rising to the surface, and he wanted Harry to come for a second time first. “Give it to me, kiddo.”

Harry moaned, the low simmer in his groin shooting to a boil immediately, and Draco leaned forward to wrap his tongue around Harry’s glans just as his orgasm raced through him. Harry shuddered against Sirius’ hold, heaving and tilting his head down to watch himself come into Draco’s mouth. He flexed his hips, squeezing around Sirius’ cock as his gaze fell down Draco’s body, watching the tell-tale sign of Draco’s stuttered movements as he came himself.

Sirius’ hand tightened on Harry’s throat, his fist releasing Harry’s pulsing cock to the warmth of Draco’s mouth in favor of wrapping his arm around Harry’s waist. He worked Harry through his orgasm, spilling his own just as Harry’s hips stopped jerking, and Harry gasped as Sirius added his come to Draco’s and Teddy’s inside of him. Harry moaned as Sirius flexed against him, pushing his softening cock deeper between Draco’s lips, and Draco groaned and swirled his tongue.

Draco slipped his hand between Harry’s thighs, cupping his bollocks and extending his fingers to brush against Harry’s still-filled entrance. Harry and Sirius both groaned as Draco’s questing digits brushed against Sirius’ bollocks and still-hard length. Draco hummed and swallowed around Harry’s flaccid prick, and Harry moaned and flexed his hips forward, Sirius following the movement as the last of his orgasm flowed through him.

“Fuck, it’s too much,” Harry groaned, pushing a palm weakly against Draco’s head.

Draco chuckled and pulled off of him, and Harry whimpered as he slipped free of Draco’s lips. Draco rose onto his knees and shuffled forward, cupping Harry’s cheeks with his hands as Sirius shoved himself into Harry as deeply as possible. Harry whined, his eyes rolling backward in his head briefly, then opened them to find Draco staring fondly at him.

Draco leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Harry’s lips as Sirius slipped out of him, and Harry whimpered at the loss. Sirius stayed on the bed, sliding backward while Draco snogged Harry senseless. Teddy stepped closer, his gaze traveling down Harry’s spine to follow the come slowly rolling down his thigh. It was oddly sensual, and while Teddy was still hurt that Harry hadn’t answered his question, his body reacted accordingly.

Teddy groaned, forcing himself to turn toward his discarded clothing, and Sirius slipped off the bed to reach his wand. He flicked it several times, sending gentle cleansing charms toward each of them, as well as Harry’s bed and a few spots on the floor. Draco and Harry gasped, jerking away from each other at the unexpected tingling around their bits, and Teddy turned with a huff to face where Sirius was now casually standing next to the bed.

“Thanks,” Teddy said begrudgingly, snapping the waistband of his pants over his hips.

Draco and Harry exchanged glances as Teddy roughly pulled his arms through his robes, muttering as he looked down and slipped his fingers over the buttons.

“What’s up with you?” Draco asked, standing from the bed and reaching a hand out to help Harry up.

Harry smiled and accepted the offer, sliding their palms together and allowing Draco to pull him to his feet.

“Nothing.”

Draco rolled his eyes, squeezing Harry’s hand before moving toward his own robes. “Is this because Harry didn’t answer your question?”

“What question?” Harry asked, crossing to his wardrobe.

Teddy scoffed and turned his back on Harry, and Draco chuckled. “Merlin, it is!”

“Shut up, Draco!” Teddy scowled and crossed his arms.

“You’re being ridiculous,” Draco said, shaking his head as he refastened his robes.

“Easy for you to say!” Teddy retorted, crossing his arms tightly over his chest, “Harry obviously wants to fuck you again.”

Harry lifted a brow, turning as he pulled a top over his head. “Technically, Draco fucked me.”

Teddy took a deep breath, exhaling through pursed lips. “Whatever.”

Harry sighed and moved toward Teddy. “What makes you think I don’t want that from you again, too?”

Teddy scowled. “I asked, and you didn’t say yes.”

Harry flicked his gaze toward Draco, then paused in front of Teddy. “I enjoyed myself with you,” he looked over his shoulder to catch Sirius’ gaze, “With all of you,” he turned back to Teddy and swept his fingers along Teddy’s cheek, “Isn’t that obvious?”

Teddy sighed, leaning into Harry’s touch, and Harry bent forward, hunching down as Teddy had returned to his proper height. Teddy looked up with hopeful eyes, and Harry pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.

“Thank you for my gift.”

Draco crept up next to Harry, sliding his arm around Harry’s waist, and smacked a kiss on Harry’s cheek. Teddy flicked his gaze to the side, and Draco winked at him, while Sirius came up behind Harry and wrapped his arm around Harry’s shoulders. Harry looked up after Sirius kissed the top of his head, smiling softly as he was surrounded by his lovers.

“I think we all enjoyed our time just as much,” Sirius said with a wicked grin.

“And we wouldn’t mind giving it again,” Draco said, squeezing Harry’s hip, “And again,” he repeated, leaning closer, “And again,” he confirmed with a nip to Harry’s ear.

Harry laughed and pushed Draco lightly on the chest. “Too bad my birthday is only once a year.”

Teddy hummed and stepped forward, reaching for Harry’s hand. “Good thing no one needs a reason to give a present.”

Harry rolled his eyes, smiling as he let Teddy lead him toward the corridor and down the stairs. Draco reached out to grab his other hand, trailing a step behind him, and Harry looked over his shoulder to see Sirius quietly following them. He took a deep breath as Teddy led them all into the drawing room, settling into a chair as he noticed a deck of playing cards lying innocently on the table. It was going to be one hell of a summer.