Snape cursed mentally as he watched his brat work at some assignment with the kind of intense focus that he'd rarely seen in the boy. If he had been challenged on that, he'd have said that kind of focus was not something he ever expected from a Malfoy.

Harry was sleeping soundly on his pallet. As he had with Draco, Snape had used a light sleeping spell so that the cum potion would be absorbed by Harry's body. But that was all that was similar between the two events.

Draco had assumed the proper position at Harry's head when asked to, taken his hands with his, but that had been it. When Snape had waited for instructions – Harry's body already trembling at the thought of Draco's revenge – Draco had shrugged elegantly and told him to do whatever it was he, Snape, liked.

"That rather negates the point of this exercise," Snape had indicated but Draco had only shrugged again.

And that's when Snape had realised that as he had gained the trust of one, somehow he had lost that of the other.

Harry had seemed to sense that as well. He had shaken his hands free of Draco's, then sat up to stare intently at the boy who was not looking at him. With a hesitant hand, he had reached for the other boy and drawn him closer for a kiss. Draco had remained very still throughout Harry's newly acquired skill. Then Harry had released Draco's mouth, had leaned in closer to the boy's ear and whispered something that had made Draco pull back and watch him with eyes that seemed to dissect.

Harry had endured the look with greater patience than Snape thought possible from his impatient Gryffindor. Then Draco had nodded ever so slightly and Harry had smiled at him. "Just keep in mind that I'd gotten most of what I asked him to do to you from books, will you?"

Draco's smirk had looked sincere, but all the time that he had directed him, with casual instructions, Snape had known that something was wrong.

Now he looked at the boy who was ignoring him and the other boy for his Arithmancy text.

One of Draco's better subjects, not truly needing the dedicated attention he was giving it.

Snape sighed. Would it ever be this way? As one went up, the other went down? He knew that Draco had his periods of silence, usually whenever he returned from a visit to Malfoy Manor. Merlin knew what Lucius said to him on those few occasions. The last two years, he'd left the boy at Hogwarts for the shorter holidays, sending him to Goyle's or Crabbe's for part of the summer.

Snape rubbed his face with his hands, balling his fists to rid his eyes of sleepiness. He'd come twice in a relatively short amount of time, without benefit of potion. The spell he'd used needed untainted cum.

"Draco."

The boy stilled but didn't look up.

"Please, come here, Draco." Snape kept his voice gentle, but it was an order and the boy knew it. He made a wee bit of a production of finding something to use as a bookmark, placing it just so on the page and closing the book before rising to his feet and coming over to Snape, face expressionless.

"Kneel. Between my legs."

Draco hesitated but did as Snape asked. He waited for whatever it was Snape was going to say to him. Maybe this was when he was going to be punished for at first refusing to comply. He sat back on his heels, once more missing the plug. His consolation was that Potter no longer wore one as well.

He had been given another. Potter had whispered "I'm sorry. Forgive me?" into his ear as though that solved the problem. Like Potter knew what the problem was! He'd nodded, accepting. Well, what else was he supposed to do? At least it was some kind of apology. Actually, the first that he'd ever gotten from someone who had hurt him. His father had always insisted that settling the score was more satisfactory, more Malfoy, than the simple acceptance of an apology. Which was, in fact, only words that meant nothing.

Snape's hands slowly landed on his head and began a leisurely massage. He winced when the pads of Snape's fingers hit a particularly sensitive spot.

"Is that where your headaches usually cluster?"

Draco closed his eyes. He hadn't even been aware that his head ached. Snape's fingertips were working a small miracle. He expected Snape to insist upon an answer – Lucius would have – but all he did was continue working the tension out of Draco's scalp until Draco's head grew too heavy for his neck. Then Snape directed his head to rest against Snape's hard thigh. There the massage gradually grew to include the back of his neck and the top of his shoulders.

He found it easy to sag his body against the leg next to him.

Lucius had accused him, mocked him, of not being able to remain focused on one feeling to the exclusion of others. Usually his father expected that feeling to be one of confident arrogance. Draco had learnt early to assume certain stances, facial expressions, tones of voice which presented this appearance while all the while hiding the part of him that was terrified of his father's opinion of him and what he might do to express his own displeasure on his son's behaviour.

If Lucius could see him now...

"How often do you have these headaches, Draco?"

The voice was soft, almost caring. Draco shut his eyes even more tightly. He didn't want to deal with anything right now, not even politic concern. Why could he not have been allowed to maintain the illusion...

"Draco?"

He sighed. "According to father, Malfoys don't suffer from headaches: they inflict them on others."

Snape chuckled. "Your father certainly does that." Then the voice was somehow more gentle as it added, "He gives your mother more than her fair share of them."

Draco opened his eyes and stared at the knee covered with fabric. "Does she? Have headaches, I mean?"

"Hmm. I taught her how to modify a potion for her personal use."

He hadn't known that. Neither the headaches nor the potion.

"Shall we work on a version for yours?"

"Wouldn't that be giving in to them?" Draco asked, curious. He knew the party line on malady and injury.

Snape moved his hands back to that tender spot and Draco's eyes closed again at the pleasure/pain.

"I want you well, Draco."

Draco stiffened. Oh, yes. Of course. How was he to protect Potter's back if he suffered from headaches?

"Draco." A hand slipped under his cheek to his chin and tugged until he turned his face and raised it to those eyes watching him. "How's the headache?"

"Gone," he lied.

Snape smiled at him, shaking his head just enough for Draco to know that he wasn't believed. Still, Snape did take him by surprise when he said, "So you would have no objections to a kissing lesson then."

Draco blinked. Snape took his face between his hands and gently brushed his lips across Draco's.

Harry waited kneeling for Draco to finish drying himself. Snape had fed them and insisted that they bathe again before bed.

He had no idea what date it was, nor the time, whether it was day or night, and he didn't care. Somehow this time away from real life and its stresses and its strains, its expectations was turning out to be...well, an interesting holiday.

Mind, Draco was a worry. He had no idea what had caused the Slytherin's mood to change so drastically, but Harry had sensed that he might be at the root of it. So he'd aplogised. Not a problem, really: Aunt Petunia was forever making him apologise, usually just for existing. Still, that had taken Draco by surprise, almost as much as the kiss he'd bestowed on him.

Harry looked down at the floor and smiled. Whoever would have thought Draco Malfoy, of the dreaded Malfoys, was such a slut at heart. He'd been the first to accept Snape's treatment of them and to get more than a little pleasure out of it. Maybe that was why he'd apologised: suddenly Draco had lost that fun and Harry had missed it.

The fact that Draco was turning out to be far less shallow than Harry'd always considered him to be was another surprise. He'd never have thought it possible for Draco to have hurt feelings, let alone possess feelings that could be hurt.

He looked up as the boy he was thinking about ambled into sight and, with a grace that equaled Snape's, slowly assumed the same position as his.

Harry glanced sideways, ready to admit that without his hair greased back the way he usually wore it, Draco Malfoy was really something to look at. The body he'd already noticed, but the face... What a difference there was with the mouth more relaxed. And what was it Snape had called him? Oh, yeah, an Arabian stallion. He snuck a peek at the long cock that hung flaccid and wondered.

He'd paid a lot of attention to Snape when his mouth was busy with Harry's cock. He'd always been able to do that, pay attention to other things while something else was happening. A good skill that had served him well: when Aunt Petunia went on about something to him, he could keep an eye on Dudley while making it seem he was hanging onto her every word. At the same time that he'd been writhing from the effect of Snape's mouth, he'd also been sort of taking notes. Notes that...

"Harry. You first."

Oh, shit, another of those plug things. How many more and what the hell were they for? It wasn't as though he hated them – once in, they weren't all that uncomfortable – but he just didn't get into the whole thing. Not like Draco did. With a sigh, he rose and went to place himself, face down on Snape's knees.

Snape was careful to lubricate Harry's arse generously. He knew his brat didn't really like this, but he did his best to see to it that there was some enjoyment. He slowly greased his way up to three fingers, angling them down so that Harry might get a bit of a buzz. It was obvious that though Harry had no objections to a little prostate massage, it wasn't something that he hungered for. Not the way his other brat did. Was. Snape wondered if Draco was even aware that his eyes were focused on Snape's fingers, his arse wriggling in anticipation.

He let Harry go and waited until he'd knelt again, the soles of his feet against his buttocks, not putting any pressure on the plug.

Draco didn't hesitate when he was called up. He placed himself over Snape's lap with a certain relish and...relief? Had the boy missed wearing a plug? Something to consider.

Snape spent the same amount of time preparing this one's arsehole for the last of the plugs, did his brats but know it. Unlike Harry, Draco's arse participated, rocking up to meet his fingers in an effort to direct them to the right spot. And then sighing/gasping when they did.

It was with a smile that Snape slipped the plug in and waited for Draco's response. His arse wriggled as though demanding more attention. And to the boy's surprise, he got it. Snape raised his hand and brought it down, hard.

Draco gasped and made a small mewing sound as he rocked forward from the force of the blow.

Harry gasped as well, but for different reasons. Snape looked up and discovered his Gryffindor was watching him with an almost horrified expression. Draco, he noticed, remained exactly where he was.

"Yes, Harry?"

"But he didn't do anything wrong... You can't be punishing him for before, when he..."

Snape held up his hand to stop the boy from stuttering in his rising anger at what he judged was unfairness. "Harry. Haven't you ever heard the expression: difference strokes for different folks?"

It made Harry pause long enough to think. "But..." He suddenly looked uncomfortable, what with that slow blush rising.

"But Draco rather likes this. Don't you, Draco? Oh, not punishment hard and long, but he does like the way it makes his cock react."

Harry looked unbelieving. Snape rubbed the palm of his hand on the slightly pink flesh of a rounded cheek. Draco moaned again, but it was obvious he wasn't protesting in any way.

"Grab my ankle with both hands, Draco, and hold on. It'll be a short ride today, since it's the first time." And he brought his hand down again on the boy's other buttock.

Harry's eyes opened wide but he said nothing as Draco muttered, "Oh, yes!"

Snape altered hard slaps, softer ones with rubbing until the boy's arse rose to meet his hand, begging for the feel of Snape's hand. He held on with all his might – Snape thought he'd have to spell the bruises away by the time this was done – moaning, cursing, encouraging Snape with words like, "Harder. Yesssss! Oh, Merlin! Don't stop!"

And against his thigh, Snape could feel the effects of his hand on his brat. He widened the space between his legs so that the boy's cock had room in which to grow and rub against the wool of his trousers.

But stop Snape did when he thought it had been sufficient for a first outing. "Let go my ankle, Draco," and then he helped the boy slip off his lap into a kneeling position. It amused him to see that, this time, Draco didn't immediately arrange himself to play with the plug. Actually, he doubted that the boy would want anything much to touch that arse of his for a few minutes.

Harry still hadn't said anything but Snape noticed that his eyes were glued to Draco's cock, high and hard, already dripping. He smiled at the boy and turned to Draco. "Shall I deal with that?"

Before Draco could do more than finish wiping his eyes, Harry spoke up. "Please, Sir. May I deal with it?"

All right. So it would seem that he liked cock. Well, Draco's so far. Harry had returned the favour the couple of times it had been expected, but he would be the first to admit that he hadn't been all that good at it. And now, after having had a taste of a master's mouth... Hell, he'd never known before there was so much more to a blow job than simply sticking a guy's cock into his mouth and sucking on it. Guess the guys who'd gone down on him hadn't known much better either. Not like he'd had it done to him all that often, in spite of what Snape had insinuated.

And he'd had Draco's in his mouth once already. But that occasion had been rather tense and he truly hadn't taken the time to appreciate... Well, he hadn't known then what he knew now.

Snape was smiling at him, as though he knew what was going through Harry's mind. Probably he did. Damn, but Draco had a lovely cock. You could almost say it was a genetically refined cock. Well, why not? After all, if centuries of careful breeding had gone into producing Draco Malfoy, then why shouldn't his cock reflect that as well?

Snape beckoned Draco. "Let's situate you so that Harry has easy access to what he wants."

Draco licked his lips as his eyes heated up. Shit, who'd ever have thought that those grey eyes could go so dark?

Snape set his feet far apart so that when Draco ‘sat' on his lap, facing Harry, his sore arse wasn't rubbing against those rough wool trousers. "Wrap your legs around mine, Draco. You'll be steadier that way."

So there was Draco, those long white legs of his hooked around Snape's black-clad ones, his arse hanging. Because of the position, his groin was wide open, his balls in plain view as his cock bounced at half-staff.

"Hands behind your back, Draco."

Harry could tell by the little start that Snape must have bound Draco's wrists together. Then the man peered around the lean torso and asked, ever so politely, "Will it fit into your plans if I hold him just enough to keep him from making any sudden movements, Harry?"

Plans. Oh, yes. He did have plans. He really hadn't known it until Snape had said the word, but, yes, he knew what he wanted to do to Draco Malfoy. So he smiled – Draco wriggled at that – and nodded.

All right, what had he learnt? From Snape's kissing lessons, it was obvious that one didn't dive in to attack the target immediately. One played one's way around, teasing, enticing. Rising the other's hunger.

So all Harry did for a few moments was look at his prey. That lovely, long, slim, hardening cock, with the foreskin already rolled back from Draco's response to his spanking, with the head darkening, glistening. All signs of Draco's arousal. Whoever would have thought that just looking could maintain such arousal. Harry dipped his head a little and added a small smile to his pre-attack strategy.

"Oh, fuck!" murmured Draco, with obvious trepidation.

"Not right now, Draco," said Snape, his voice revealing that he was finding this rather amusing. "Just concentrate on Harry."

Harry finally moved, crawling on hands and knees to approach. He stopped just within hand's reach of Draco. Who tried to wriggle again but Snape's grip on his hips kept him from doing much of that. Mind, Harry could see his arse muscles twitching. Hmm, he could see why slow was a definite consideration in these things. He'd most assuredly remember that from now on.

Draco endured his inspection. Snape had been right to spell their pubic hair so short. Short, Draco's bush was almost invisible so that he looked even more naked. And now, hanging to full view the way they were, Harry could see that his balls were hairless. Much easier to deal with that way. It flashed through his mind that his were probably also denuded but, at the moment, he had more important things to think about.

Like the way the position was delineating Draco's thighs. The tendons stood out and looked like a good place to begin his consideration of how long he was going to make Draco wait before his mouth actually touched his cock.

He reached out with a finger and used the tip to trace a line of tendon from knee to groin. The muscle trembled. Oh, that was nice. How would it react if there was a different stimulus? So Harry took a lot of time wetting his finger thoroughly – Draco's cock seemed to like that as well – before using the tip to trace a wet line. Then he leaned over and blew a light stream of air over the wetness, drying it.

Draco squirmed, gasping. Harry looked up over his glasses and grinned. Oh, yes, this was certainly a lot more fun than he remembered. Draco met his eyes and actually moaned, though he made no protest of any kind.

Harry leaned over and treated the other thigh to the same treatment and got the same reaction from Draco, with the addition of a little hip movement that seemed spontaneous on his part. Harry liked that so much that he leaned even closer and, using the tip of his tongue, retraced his route, picking up a trace of the soap they used in the shower, seasoned with a hint of sweat that was beginning to form on Draco's skin, flavoured with something that had to be Draco himself.

The hip movement was all that much sharper. And quickly restrained as though Draco understood that Harry fully intended to make him beg before this was over.

So he treated both thighs again, this time adding a light sucking motion, wetting his lips against the taut skin, here and there nipping ever so gently with the tip of his teeth until his nose felt the soft velvet of Draco's bush.

The moans over his head were really quite satisfying. Hell, if he had known he could get to Draco this way, he'd have done this years ago! He sat back on his heels and grinned. Draco was flushed, from the tips of his nipples to the bridge of his nose. And it looked good on him, the lovely contrast of pink on white skin. And on the muscles that were more apparent from the way his arms were bound behind his back.

Harry knew that Draco's nipples were incredibly sensitive. They were standing out, hard already. He raised his hand as though to deal with them: Draco's chest rounded out to meet his fingers, offering them as sacrifice.

"No, I think not," said Harry, surprised to hear how deep his voice suddenly sounded, even to himself. "Not right now," he echoed Snape's words.

Draco glared at him, biting his lips so that no sound could get out.

Harry's grin grew wider. Right now, all he wanted was that cock and he was going to take his own damned time getting to it.

Snape had to hold back his laughter. So his brats were once more in competition, were they?

Without either of them knowing it – they were too wrapped up in this game of theirs to have noticed anyway – Snape had conjured up a mirror and positioned it so that he could watch what Harry was up to. Well, he already knew the boy was a quick learner from the kissing session, but it would seem that he had been paying attention to more than that.

And though Draco wriggled and squirmed, he didn't seem to have any objections, as yet. Snape thought that might change but, so far, his Slytherin brat was getting the kind of attention he seemed to desire. He'd gotten a taste of spanking that had most certainly had a positive reaction. One day, Snape would have to see if he could make his brat come just from the feel of his hand against the boy's delicious arse.

Harry hadn't looked as though he understood the attraction. Probably didn't: he'd endured too many of the real, unerotic kind to find this a turn on. But Draco was new to the sensation and it certainly proved to be a right kink for this brat.

And it was interesting that his stiff, almost puritanic Gryffindor should suddenly discover that he had an oral fixation. Something else that Draco would benefit from...he caught his laughter...wouldn't do to break Harry's attention...benefit from eventually.

Hmmm, so there was truly a lot of the Slytherin in his Gryffindor, once he allowed it out.

He watched in the mirror as Harry splayed out both hands on Draco's thighs and skimmed back and forth, always approaching but never touching the boy's groin. And he had certainly understood the benefits to variation as he substituted mouth and tongue for hands, alternating tactics between thighs so that Draco's legs gripped harder in an effort to control the trembling that shook them.

Snape tightened the grip he had on Draco's hips, holding him steadier for Harry's next assault.

Harry rubbed his nose along Draco's thigh but this time ending against the base of his cock. He moved his nose back and forth in the cropped hair, liking the way it felt against his skin, liking the scent that Draco's arousal added to the whole experience. He knew he was really taking advantage of the situation, drawing it out, but, apart from the rare muttered obscenity, Draco wasn't doing much protesting.

That had to be rewarded somehow. Remembering how much Draco had played with his balls when masturbating, Harry moved his attention to them. He cupped them in his hand and, with care, rolled the testicles in their sac, getting to know the heft of them, the size, the feel of the hardness in the soft container.

"Oh, fucking shit!"

Draco's hips nearly jerked out of Snape's hold.

Harry smiled again and decided to see just how much Draco liked that. He dropped his handful and, moving back just a little, he leaned forward, steadying himself with his hands flat on the floor. He stuck out his very wet tongue as far as it could go and slurped it against the dangling sac. He took care to use enough saliva on the next couple of slurps – he added some sound effects to that – so that it was covered with wetness. Then he used that as a form of lubricant as he opened his mouth wide and, covering his teeth with his lips, he gently sucked one of the balls into his mouth.

Draco forced himself to remain very still. Not just out of a fear of castration if he jerked suddenly, but to absorb the sensation. He'd never had his balls taken into someone's mouth. He'd played with them, often licking his hand to add sensation to the gesture. But this...this was beyond anything. Oh, Snape had probably done something like this when he'd been stretched out on the table, but by then, everything had been sensation and he hadn't distinguished what was what.

This was so incredible because it was the sole focus of his attention and he couldn't believe the sensation. Wet. Hot. Tongue flickering and rubbing. Added to that, the possibility of pain from those teeth he could barely feel... The sensation was overwhelming. Almost painful but not. He wanted to scream, to leap for the ceiling but he couldn't. He was terrified of moving. All he could do was gasp and hope that Harry wouldn't deny his other the ball the same experience.

He didn't. And Draco's breathing hitched, panted, gasped and, finally, he moaned as loud as his throat would allow.

Harry sat back and looked at what he had accomplished. Draco's balls were a dark, glittering wet, almost purple. All it would take was a little more concentrated attention and he knew Draco would come.

But he wasn't ready for that, yet.

He glanced down at himself, not surprised to find his own cock also very attentive to what he'd been doing. He grinned up at the mirror that hovered over their heads and had the added pleasure of seeing astonishment in Snape's watching eyes. That long black wing of an eyebrow rose in recognition of Harry's awareness of the mirror. Then Snape added a small nod of acknowledgment and Harry shrugged, rather ruefully, looking down at his erection. He knew Snape would stop him if he played with himself without permission. Mind, at the moment, the urge to do so was only a passing thought: he had other things on his mind.

He placed his hands on Draco's knees, rubbing small circles on them as he waited for the Slytherin's breathing to become more controlled, for his balls to hang a little less high.

"Bastard," muttered Draco. But Harry noted that his eyes were gleaming and that the tip of his tongue moved enticingly slowly across dry lips.

Harry decided to interpret that as encouragement.

He leaned over and kissed first one knee then the other. Then, without warning, he licked Draco's cock from base to tip.

"Oh, shhhhhhhh...IT!"

Harry chuckled. So, he'd reduced Draco Malfoy, he of the sophisticated gutter mouth, to mere Muggle profanities. He leaned over again and took the tip...just the tip...into his mouth, gave it a swirl with his tongue and pulled away.

Draco's hips jerked. Harry noticed that Snape's hands slipped down so that they now held Draco at the hip. So, Snape approved, did he? Harry was beginning to understand that, with Snape, a lot of things were said without words. Oh, he was used to disapproval, scorn, but there was a positive side as well. He began to wonder what he might have missed prior to their being in the Chamber.

But that consideration would be for another time. Right now, he had a cock to deal with, a cock that was growing – literally as well as figuratively – more impatient.

Besides, he wanted to taste that cock. See if it produced emulsions that differed from his own.

He opened his mouth and teasingly dropped it over his target, his tongue flickering out, this time to taste. The liquid that was seeping from the slit held just a bare hint of urine. The main flavour was not unpleasant, but less strong than his own.

Because Harry had tasted his own. When he lay in his bed, playing with himself, one of the things he liked to do was savour the different flavours and textures of the fluids produced by his body. It had begun by accident. One night, he was licking his hand and discovered that, depending on how erect he was, the fluid was different. So he began tasting himself, the first transparent drops that oozed out of his slit, with their diminishing acidic taste of urine, their stickiness. The heavier, more gelatinish substance that shot out with orgasm. He discovered that he didn't particularly like the taste of his cum when it had cooled, but when hot, the gamey, salty/sourness of it was...well, not addictive, but interesting enough for him to want to sample it on a fairly regular basis.

But now he curious to discover just what Draco's tasted like.

The head of the glans was warm in his mouth, slippery. The foreskin had pulled back completely, but Harry knew just how sensitive it was so he played with it as he played with his own. Instead of using a wet finger, he used the tip of his tongue to rim around where it had pulled back. Yep, it would seem that Draco liked that as much as he did. Nice to know there were things Slytherins and Gryffindors could agree upon.

He released his mouthful and sat back, to evaluate the situation. Draco met his eyes and glared at him. "Are you going to keep on doing that?" he gasped.

Harry assumed his most innocent mien. "Do what?"

"Cockteaser," muttered Draco, closing his eyes and leaning back against Snape.

Harry grinned. Hell, who was he to dissuade Draco's opinion of himself? Besides, he was pretty certain that had been a hint. So, he leaned over again and spent some time learning the different textures of Draco's oh, so elegant cock against his tongue. At the end of each swoop up a new strip of hard cock, he took a moment to attend to the top, either carefully sucking it into his mouth, or teasing the slit with the tip of his tongue, or flickering his tongue snake-like around the glans.

"...not a bloody lolly!" whimpered Draco.

Harry leaned his head to a side as he thought about that. "No. Not a lolly. I usually find it hard to have a lolly in my mouth without cracking it with my teeth."

He grinned at Snape's chuckle and Draco's plaintive, "Fuck!"

"No," he continued in a more contemplative tone, "more of an ice cream. Mind, I do like my vanilla ice cream dipped in chocolate, but I guess we can't have everything."

He didn't notice Snape release one hand until he heard a snap of fingers along with words he didn't properly distinguish.

Then, there it was, just hovering within hand's reach: a small bottle of Honeyduke's very best quality chocolate syrup.

The chocolate dripped slowly out of the nozzle.

Harry had never known that he could grin lasciviously. Draco was totally focused on the dribble of syrup as it landed on his very hard cock, slipped off the slicked head before streaking its way down the shaft.

"What does it feel like?" Harry leaned over and caught a drip in his mouth.

"Cool," gasped Draco. "Cold."

Harry looked up, chocolate on his lips. "You'll heat it up quick enough."

Draco swallowed hard.

The contrast of smooth milk chocolate against the even darker glans, the red shaft, snaking its way through the pale bush had Harry chewing on his mouth. He wanted to taste so badly, but he also wanted his ‘cone' to be properly dipped.

"Potter!" whined Draco. "Please!"

Harry righted the container then used his finger to catch the last drips. Instead of sticking it in his mouth to clean it off, he offered the finger to Draco who, holding Harry's eyes, very slowly took it into his mouth. He scraped his teeth – not painfully, merely hinting at retribution – as the digit made its way in. Once completely in, he wrapped his tongue around the intruder, sucking the syrup off, appreciating the taste loudly enough that Harry's cock got the message.

Harry waited until he knew there was not even a hint of chocolate on his finger to remove it, ever so slowly, from the heat of Draco's mouth.

"Like that?" he asked, not just referring to the taste of the chocolate, but as to the manner in which Draco had indicated his preference.

Draco nodded, his expression, flushed as it was, still a challenge.

Harry leaned over his prey. He opened his mouth as wide as he could, taking care to cover his teeth with his lips. Draco was not huge: his cock fit perfectly into Harry's mouth. What he was was long. Too long to go for deep-throating on a first try. That would have to come gradually. Then it struck him: he was thinking of doing this to Draco again. And often. He stopped, using his tongue to swirl the top of the glans, around the rim where the foreskin had pulled back.

The combination of chocolate and Draco was something that might just prove addictive. Though not cold, the syrup was cooler than the hard flesh under it. Harry pulled back, checked to see that Draco was enjoying this as much as he was. Oh, yes. The Slytherin's eyes were closed, head thrown back, a long, elegant line.

Suddenly, Harry had an image of Draco, naked, spread out on his bed, covered with chocolate. All just for him. All the blood in his body rushed to his groin and he moaned.

"Back to work, Mr. Potter."

Harry blinked, Snape's voice breaking sadly into his fantasy. Mind, as he bent back to deal with his ‘work', the thought of Snape, naked, spread out, covered with...

He swallowed, the action rubbing Draco the right way.

For the next few minutes, Harry concentrated on dealing with removing the chocolate from every nook and cranny of Draco's cock. With every few swipes, he found that he just had to take that lovely cock into his chocolatety mouth, sucking hard against the hot shaft, only to noticed that he had once more left chocolate behind. Which meant he had to lick it up yet again.

He made certain not to ignore the delicious lines that had made their way down to the velvet at the base. There he used his tongue to smooth the thickness all over, darkening the paleness there. Once, he even took the time to make artistic patterns with the tip of his tongue, something that Draco, for some reason, didn't seem to appreciate.

"Pot...ter!"

Harry's cock throbbed in sympathy with the plaintive yowl. He could easily guess Snape wouldn't allow him to deal with his own until he taken care of Draco's. So, with one hand, he grabbed the base of Draco's cock; with the other, he cupped his balls. He lowered his mouth and sucked hard for all he was worth, concentrating the suction on the part of cock he could easily fit into his mouth.

It didn't take much. Two, three hard sucks, as though Harry were trying to pull Draco's balls up through his cock and out the slit. He felt the balls spasm just before his mouth filled with the combined taste of cum and chocolate.

Hot cum. Just as he liked it. Slightly salty, less gamey than he'd expected. He pulled back enough so that he could savour the taste before swallowing. He even made certain to catch every drop that seeped out of his mouth.

Knowing how sensitive he was after coming, he released Draco's cock, almost reluctantly. He looked up and felt a nearly overwhelming swirl of emotion fill him.

Draco was sagging, boneless, against Snape. His head was back, his throat exposed, his chest rising and falling with the effort of pulling in breaths through an open mouth. His skin was flushed from rosy to a mere hint of pink. His nipples were hard, his skin moist, his hair damp.

Harry thought he'd never seen Draco look so very beautiful.

And he was responsible for that.

Snape looked up over the top of the journal he was reading in bed. One of the benefits of this enforced stay away from the everyday minutia of Hogwarts life was the chance to work his way through the stack of journals he usually put aside for summer.

Draco, who had awakened in his usual feline manner and had rolled over to a side, lay there, propped up on an elbow, just watching Harry as he still slept. Snape had waited until both brats had been sound asleep to cast Morpheus, but just on Harry. The boy needed his sleep undisturbed by nightmares. There would be enough of those coming in the future when they all would have to deal with Voldemort.

Snape made no comment, not on the fact that the pallets were less than a metre apart now, nor on the fact that Draco's finger was reaching out to smooth the dark hair away from the sleeping face.

"Why isn't he the prick I always thought he was?"

Snape lowered the journal. Draco was now sitting cross-legged, angled so that he could easily look at both Snape and Harry.

"Probably because you're not the prick he always thought you were."

Draco cocked his head, thought a moment, then shrugged. "Those stories they tell about him..."

"Which stories?"

"About his living in a cupboard."

Snape waited.

"Are they true?"

"Where did you hear about that?"

Draco looked down at Harry. "Weasley. The twins, not Ron." He shifted his focus back to Snape. "At their store. I went just to see what they were selling and I overheard them talking about ‘The Boy Who Lived in a Cupboard'. About how they had broken him out of some bedroom that had bars, the year the Whomping Willow was damaged. How much of that was true?"

Snape sighed. "Probably more than he would prefer we knew. Dumbledore is behind the favouritism, not Harry."

"That's why he gets away with breaking rules that Slytherins would be expelled if they did it."

Snape slipped his legs off the bed and stood, slowly stretching, very aware of Draco's eyes on him. "He breaks rules for many reasons, Draco. Primarily, because having been Muggle raised, he has no idea of many of our rules. And, secondly, when he does know about them, they frustrate him. Our Mr. Potter is a man of action. He doesn't understand why, when the threat to our world is so obvious, no one seems to be very much interested in defending it."

"Ah."

"Ah?"

"So he really wouldn't understand that if Dumbledore and Voldemort were ever to meet, face to face, that there would be polite conversation before the curses flew."

Snape nodded. "Yes, the amenities must be dealt with," he scorned, "before the matter at hand. The true pureblood way." He went over and stood looking down at Harry. "No, he wouldn't understand. Which may be our saving point. Why don't you wake him up while I order up breakfast."

Draco knew that Snape expected him to lean over and shake Harry. Instead, he moved to stretch out alongside Harry. He took his time, gently brushing all the hair off Harry's face then placed his lips against the beard- roughened cheek. Slowly, he made his way to the edge of the partially open mouth, planting a small kiss there before rubbing his own rough cheek against the other's.

When he raised his head slightly, he saw a green eye sleepily watching him. He smiled and used his hand to tip Harry's head back for a decent assault on those dry lips.

Snape shook his head slightly, smiling ruefully, as Harry's arm raised and descended over Draco's shoulders, pulling him closer till they were pressed one against the other. He said nothing as hips began rubbing morning erections against each other's body. They were seventeen, he reminded himself. They had lots of those left in them.

He waited until he heard the gasps that his brats hadn't been able to muffle before calling out over his shoulder, "Showers. And after breakfast, finish those scrolls for Arithmancy. I want to read them over before lunch."

He smiled delightedly at the duet of groans.

Lunch was over. Scrolls had been read and commented upon, modifications and corrections were in the process of being dealt with when Harry looked up.

It took several breaths before he had the wherewithal to mutter, "Oh. My. God!"

Draco looked up from the paragraph he was rewriting and thought he may just have to pray to the same deity.

Snape had waited until after lunch to go for his shower. Nothing in itself cause for notice. But this time, Snape was coming back to join them absolutely naked.

No towel around his hips, no semi-buttoned trousers to tease them.

Just all that lovely skin.

And a cock that Draco thought surely should be worshiped.

Snape had stopped part way and was continuing to dry his hair, head buried in towel, as though he were totally unaware of the effect he was having.

Harry swallowed, unconsciously licking his lips. Draco's inner arse muscles tightened on the plug they were both still wearing.

Because Snape was hung.

Beautifully, deliciously hung.

Like a stallion.

Harry gasped on a whisper, "Thank god it's true!"

Draco articulated, "Huh?"

"Size of nose, hands and feet. Muggle saying. Length of cock."

Draco didn't quite know what Harry was going on about, but he did pick up from the reverential tone that the Gryffindor was not complaining.

Chewing on his bottom lip, Harry glanced down at himself and then at Draco. It would seem that both their cocks were also appreciating the view.

Snape continued ignoring them, so they both took a good look at what was before them.

Long, uncut cock. Easily eight inches while flaccid. Not slim like Draco's, not thick like a club.

Harry thought he'd have trouble getting much of it in his mouth if Snape thickened proportionately as much as Harry did.

Draco wondered if the plug he was wearing had opened him enough to take that cock in him without tearing him apart.

Snape moved towards the bed, his cock swaying with the motion, calling notice to the heavy balls dangling beguilingly in their dark sac. Like both boys, his balls were hairless, his bush short.

"Goose eggs," sighed Draco.

Never having seen any, Harry could only nod as though he agreed. Mind, right then and there, he would have agreed that Voldemort was the best thing to happen to wizardry if only he could have a taste of that cock.

"Had a good look?" asked a voice that couldn't manage to tear their eyes away from the objects of their attention coming closer to them.

"What will it take for you to put that in me?" whispered Draco.

"Can I taste?" murmured Harry.

Snape smiled. "On my bed, both of you," he ordered.

Two heads finally looked up, stunned.

Snape countered that with a raised eyebrow. "Unless...you two aren't... interested..."

He didn't have to say any more: both his brats proved that Seekers could indeed move like the wind.

"How do you want us?"

Snape ambled up to the bed and rested his fists on his hips, which, of course, only served to call their attention to that which resided between those fists.

Both of his brats were kneeling on the coverlet, hands gripping knees, eyes already bright, cocks at half staff. Snape wondered if the endurance potion he'd taken before showering would prove to be enough. Hell, he'd only serviced his hand in recent months. One, let alone two young males at the height of their sexual drive...

Oh, well, he smiled, the things he did for the Order.

He knelt on the edge of the bed and examined his two brats. "Why don't we take it as it comes," he suggested.

"Will..." Harry cleared his throat. "Will you be instructing in this as well?"

Snape caught his rather pleased smirk. "If it should prove necessary, I'm not beyond making the occasional suggestion."

"Please, sir, may I touch?" Draco's hand was already reaching for the object of his desire.

"You can touch all you want, but let me get more comfortable first. We're in no hurry. There's no schedule that needs to be met. We have all the time in the world."

"Fuck," muttered Harry. "That doesn't mean you're going to make us wait for it, does it?"

Snape poked and prodded the pillows on his bed until he was pleased with the support. He looked over his shoulder. "You mean you would prefer I not treat you as you have treated each other?'

"We went straight to the matter this morning, sir, should you care to remember?" Draco's finger, denied one objective, was suddenly making its way across the tight, slightly concave buttocks within reach.

Snape slapped the finger away, not in a harsh manner, then made himself comfortable against the mound of pillows. He wriggled deeper into the mattress and spread his legs apart, displaying all he had.

"I think I would prefer it if you called me Severus whenever we find ourselves in this situation."

"Are we going to find ourselves in this situation often?" wondered Harry. Then rather audaciously, for his Gryffindor, he added, "Severus."

Snape folded his arms behind his head. "I suppose that depends."

"On?" Draco crawled up closer, his eyes opening even wider as Snape's cock began twitching from the attention it was garnering.

"On whether you like what we get up to when in it."

Draco hesitantly settled his finger on the base of Snape's cock and, not being told not to, slowly dragged it up, not very successfully smothering a giggle when the cock began hardening in response to the stimulus.

Snape was a grower. Both ways.

Harry was watching with great interest when Draco suddenly looked up and grinned at his fellow brat. "You take that side, I'll take this one."

Harry nodded, chewing on his lower lip, as he moved to Snape's other side.

The lascivious leers that appeared on both faces did not bode well for Snape. He shook his head but made no comment. He did wonder how they would split him up, but was more than content when they both began at the top before slowly working their way down to his feet.

It was a new sensation, having two sets of mouths working on him. Not unpleasant, if slightly asymmetrical.

"You can touch, you know," he finally directed. Not that he minded having his entire body licked but now that he'd gotten a taste of double stimulation, he found he was greedy. There were parts of himself that were begging for attention while others were being completely spoiled.

He kept his arms behind his head, not just as way of indicating that he was in the care of his brats, but to keep himself from touching as well. This was for them, this ride. A way of their demonstrating how much their skills had improved over the last days. A way of his making reparation for having kept them bound through so much of their early instruction.

He'd learnt over time to control his sexual responses...to a certain extent. And though his lads were certainly earning an ‘A' for cause and effect, there would be a point in which he would have to take over, in order to activate the spell he'd cast in cum on both of them.

But until then, he was more than satisfied to allow them full range of his body.

Their mouths were warm, wet. And after that, similarities disappeared. Draco was more into licking here and there while Harry was into savouring. Snape knew that he'd be able to trace the path of Harry's mouth from the marks of appreciation.

Both were interested in his mouth. Snape turned his head back and forth in response to their silent demands for it. Draco's kisses were sharp, with sneak attacks on his tongue. Harry took his time. For someone who seemed to have very little patience in some matters, Harry had learnt the delights of a slow assault on his target. Draco tired of this particular game first, moving down to his throat, along to his ear while Harry was still investigating the inner reaches of his mouth.

Snape liked kissing. With the right partner. There had been few of those in his life, but one had been very insistent that he learn to kiss properly. And though he liked the taste and feel of Draco, Harry's careful and thorough inspection of his mouth appealed to his own standards of what a good kiss comprised.

Oh, the benefits of an oral brat!

Meanwhile, Draco had moved over to his arm, nibbling ever so gently on the stretched out biceps, making his way down to underarm. There the brat spent some time rubbing his nose, audibly inhaling Snape's scent. He'd washed himself thoroughly in the shower, but the stamina potion he'd taken meant that his body responded in every way to sexual stimuli. And Snape's underarms were a very sensitive part of him. He heard a soft, Slytherin chuckle as Draco understood that. Snape could but moan into Harry's mouth, which caused his Gryffindor to pull away to check out the reason.

Harry's mouth, with a last, obviously reluctant kiss, skimmed his way down to the underarm near him and joined Draco in seeing just how responsive he would be to their machinations on those parts of his body.

Snape pulled his arms further back, indicating his pleasure. He added a small moan for good measure. Let it not be said that Gryffindors and Slytherins could not work together: they must have been watching each other intently. Those parts of his body were rubbed, licked, swiped, the exposed tendons nibbled upon in almost simultaneous motions.

He found himself arching his body in delight, certain his toes were curling.

And that's when he said, "You can touch, you know."

And touch they did. Hesitantly at first, as though not certain what would be allowed and what not. But when he only made encouraging sounds, they lost whatever inhibitions they'd had.

Two hands touching was arousing, four was almost agony. They paid him back for every moment they had been made to wait for orgasm, showed off every lesson they had learnt.

There was a mutual assault on his nipples while hands stroked ribs, arms and waist. There also seemed to be a mutual understanding that his cock and balls were not on the immediate agenda. Damn them!

Their mouths and fingers played with his tits until they were so sensitive he thought he might have to scream. Again, Harry was far more oral than Draco who seemed fascinated with the way his tit responded to pinches and pulls, the way the colour changed from brownish to red under his ministrations.

Harry was using his tongue to flick the one in his mouth, sucking on it, gently at first, then harder and harder until Snape was certain he'd be sporting a tit hickey. Then that lovely tongue smoothed what little pain there'd been away.

And then his brats – his evil, wicked brats – by some unvoiced agreement, moved so that they exchanged sides.

And applied their different methodology to already over-sensorised nubs of flesh which made him writhe on the bed, far earlier than he thought possible. Just as he was about to indicate they were moving past the realm of pleasure/pain into straight pain, they discovered he was ticklish. There weren't many such spots on his body, but there was one right where his torso met his hip and another around his navel.

Draco gasped with pleasure. "Oh, Severus, what have we here?" And he flicked his fingertips back and forth along the muscle above his hip.

"Another here," crowed Harry. And he skimmed the fluttering skin around Snape's bellybutton.

Snape howled, almost wishing they would return their attention to his throbbing tits. He lowered his arms and dug his hands into the bedclothes, wringing them tightly as his body twisted in an attempt to evade the taunting and teasing.

Harry stopped first, dropping his mouth to stroke ever so lightly the quivering muscles of Snape's stomach. His tongue dipped wetly into the concave navel... Of course, it would. Could Harry do anything without eventually giving in to his need to taste? Then Snape sighed in relief when Draco decided to reward the spot he'd been concentrating upon with similar kindness.

Snape opened his eyes and tried hard to glare at his grinning brats. It was hard thing to maintain since both boys were flushed with success, eyes alive with delight, darkened with sensuality. He noticed that both were sporting erections, but that neither seemed to be greatly aware of the fact. He'd forgotten how seventeen year olds could focus on an object, to the exclusion of any other. That he was the focus... Well, would he survive such intense attention?

Without being more than passing aware, Snape brushed the hair off his face with his hands, smoothing the sweat back as well. He thought this might be a good time to take back control, but Harry's hand skimmed the length of his thigh and his moan meant that Draco joined that game.

They paid the same attention to his legs as they had to his arms, only to discover that the back of his knees were as sensitive as his underarms. Snape was forced to curse at them in Gaelic in hopes that they wouldn't understand just how close he was to hexing them. He'd created monsters!

And then Harry went oral on him again, licking the arch of his foot, discovering that he could drive Snape to incomprehensible sounds by sucking on his toes. Draco, of course, picked that moment to discover the oral side to himself as well. It took all of Snape's mental restraints, developed over years of dealing with the effects of Lucius Malfoy's and Voldemort's little games, to keep from coming right then and there.

Something of his effort must have gotten through to Harry because he suddenly stopped, pulling away completely from Snape's body. Draco followed. When Snape could finally breathe without gasping in each breath, he managed to summon the strength to open his eyes and glare at them. Wasted energy as they weren't watching him. They were sitting back on their heels, hands slowly stroking their erections while eyeing his own in a manner he could only describe as hungry.

They were generous enough to allow him time to introduce enough air into his lungs before Draco asked Harry, not Snape, "Who goes first?"

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