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Weasley Wizarding Wheezes was packed, customers trodding over one another as they bustled through the magical joke shop. Theodore Nott ambled through the aisles, eyes raking over the brightly decorated trinkets and bobbles. The shimmer of a Notice-Me-Not charm caught his eye and he turned towards a darkened corner, intrigued. Before his eyes the shadows slipped away to reveal a glittering plum coloured curtain. Theo moved through the crowd in a trance-like state as he glided towards the mysterious new section of the store, letting the velvet panels glide over him as he stepped through them.
It was clear that this section had been hidden from the younger patrons for a reason. All manner of sex toys and gadgets were on display in the dimly lit side room and Theo looked around in amazement.
“Care for a Bonking Bisby?” Fred Weasley popped up on his left, holding out a handful of neon green sweets.
“What about a Creampie Canary?” George Weasley offered, appearing on his right with a bag of yellow tinted bon bons.
“Wet your whistle with a Wanking Wizzler,” they crowed in unison, directing his attention to a pastel looking humbug sweet.
Theo had no time to speak before Fred leaned in close, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively as he whispered conspiratorially, “or you could test sample a new product for us.”
“Oh yes, great idea, Freddie,” George agreed, smiling mischievously. “Bonfire Boners,” they exclaimed, flourishing a small tinful of orange and red hard candy spheres rolled in sugar.
“A nightful of fun, guaranteed,” Fred told him.
“No need for breaks or breathers,” George promised.
“You’ll be hard all night long!” They finished their pitch together.
Theo looked between them, amused. “Well -”
“Tell you what,” George interrupted, “we’ll throw in some Lactation Licorice, free of charge! You seem like a bloke that might need a little mothering if you know what I mean,” George elbowed him affectionately in the ribs with a wink.
Before he knew it, Theo was dropping two galleons and six sickles on the counter and being ushered back into the main part of the store with a flourish. He hardly knew what to think about it all as he tucked the small bag of sweeties into his cloak pocket. It was mid-afternoon when he arrived home.
“There you are,” Pansy admonished, hurrying over to him. “Your house warming party starts in less than two hours and somehow I’m the one stuck prepping for it!”
“You’re the one who sent me out for midnight coloured tablecloths!” Theo cried defensively.
“I told you, the raven ones were too drab!” Pansy snapped back, snatching the bag from him. “Go help Blaise in the kitchen, you know he’s just as likely to eat the Hors d'oeuvres as he is to plate them,” she laughed affectionately. Theo snorted.
“Don’t know what I’d do without you, Pans,” he smiled, kissing her forehead as he moved past her.
“Have a lame housewarming party most likely,” she teased, using her wand to send the tablecloths flying about the room to their respective tables.
Candlesticks and flower arrangements whizzed past, arranging themselves as she began shaping an ice-sculpture with her wand.
Theo moved into the kitchen, greeting Blaise jovially and popping a crostini in his mouth with a wink. He emptied his pockets into the large crystal bowl in the butler’s pantry before washing his hands and stepping beside Blaise to finish up preparations. Draco arrived a few minutes later, several bags floating behind him as he came into view.
“The masks,” he explained, and Theo nodded.
“Set them up through there,” Theo gestured through the double doors. “Pansy can tell you where.” Draco nodded, moving where Theo had pointed. He could hear Pansy shriek with delight before she began ordering Draco about.
Hermione arrived next, offering Theo and Blaise both a quick kiss on the cheek. “How can I help?” she asked.
“Can you finish stocking the bar carts? They’re waiting in the pantry,” Theo tilted his head to point her in the right direction.
Hermione rubbed her hands together gleefully. “My speciality!” she giggled. “Do you want one in every room?”
Theo nodded to her, his mouth too full of the smoked salmon cucumber bite Blaise had just shovelled inside, asking “does this need more dill?”
Thirty minutes later the house was as good as it was going to get. Pansy had decorated it beautifully, Blaise and Hermione had finished setting up the drinks and Hors d'oeuvres, and Theo had just finished charming the harp to play softly in the background. He checked his pocket watch.
“Alright ladies and gents,” he called out, “we’ve got just enough time to get changed before the others arrive!”
Pansy and Hermione squealed and giggled before disappearing together up the stairs. Theo snorted at them as he joined Draco and Blaise in his room. They all dressed quickly in simple black slacks and blousy white dress shirts. Blaise buttoned his up to his neck. Draco left his top two buttons undone, and Theo elected to leave his buttons undone down to his navel, his bare chest proudly on display. Draco handed them each a plain black mask that started just below their eyebrows and rested gently against the tops of their cheekbones. They looked - in Theo’s not so humble opinion - very dashing.
Back in the den, Hermione and Pansy were just coming down the stairs. Their dresses were cut so that their shoulders and collarbones were bare and the front was structured in a way that a very sharp V cut down to the middle of their abdomen, their circle skirts falling to mid thigh. Hermione’s was a brilliant shade of ruby red; Pansy’s a bright emerald green. They too had nondescript black masks on their faces.
Guests began to filter in through the ballroom doors, their faces hidden behind the masks Pansy and Draco had set up in the foyer. He’d invited several of their shared friends; Harry and Ginny Potter, Ron and Pavarti Weasley, Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnegan, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Vincent Crabbe, Milicent Bulstrode, Oliver Wood, Charlie Weasley, Adrian Pucey, Cormac McLaggen and Lavender Brown. There was no real point to the masks; if he looked closely enough he could distinguish who was who, but Pansy had insisted. In the lowlighting it was rather intriguing he supposed.
They mingled, laughter and easy conversation filling the room. Drinks flowed heavily, and he noticed Blaise moving fluidly to restock the food trays. Theo had just finished his second (or was it the third?) drink Hermione had brought him when he finally ambled over to the bar cart to make himself another. She’d done a good job with them, charming the ice buckets to refill themselves and the beer mugs to stay frosty. There were even little bowls of assorted garnishes, nuts, and sweets placed prettily amongst the glasses. Theo popped a few in his mouth before realization dawned on him, the blood draining from his face rapidly.
“Hermione,” he hissed, rushing over to her. She spun towards him with a giggle, tottering a bit on her heels. She placed a hand on his chest to steady herself, blinking up at him from beneath her mask.
“Yes?” she asked breathlessly, another giggle escaping her.
“Hermione,” he asked urgently, “where did you get the sweets from?”
“What sweets?” Hermione asked, slightly confused.
“The sweets on the bar carts!” Theo hissed, pulling her over to point at them.
A look of understanding crossed her face. “Oh! Those were in the pantry,” she explained, as if it were obvious. “They were in the crystal bowl next to the glasses and the nuts. I thought you wanted them on the carts! They seem tasty enough,” she snorted, “everyone’s been asking about them,” she reassured him, reaching out and popping a few in her mouth before he could stop her. “Where did you get them?” she asked.
“Uh, Fred and George just started stocking them at their store,” he explained nervously, starting to sweat a little. The room was growing very warm, and it felt as if a kaleidoscope of butterflies had just descended in his stomach.
Theo glanced around the room nervously. The candles had dimmed, wax dripping down candlesticks and cascading over the mantle. It sounded as if someone had started pounding on a drum rhythmically, though perhaps that was his heartbeat in his ears. Conversations had grown hushed as couples began breaking off from their groups.
“Oh no,” Theo mumbled as he watched Ginny push Harry onto a couch and straddle him boldly before they began snogging.
“Oh no,” he repeated as he watched Oliver Wood’s hand disappear beneath Luna Lovegood’s skirt as he caged her against a wall, his lip ring glinting in the candlelight as he bent to kiss her neck. Neville was also watching, mouth agape, as his right hand disappeared within his trousers.
“Um, Theo?” Hermione asked hesitantly, her eyes transfixed as Blaise bent down to capture Pansy’s fully exposed nipple in his mouth. “What, exactly, was in those sweeties?”
“Draco!” Theo cried, grabbing Draco’s bicep and swinging him around as Draco walked by.
“What?” Draco asked, smiling down at him and Hermione. “Oh,” he grinned broadly, plucking up a sweet and tossed it in his mouth with a wink at Hermione. “Lovely party, isn’t it?”
Hermione stared at him with an open mouth. Theo groaned in frustration. This was bad. This was very bad.
“Stop!” he slapped at Draco’s hand as Draco reached for another treat.
“Ow!” Draco whined, rubbing at his hand as he glared at Theo. “What was that for?”
“The sweets are laced!” Theo hissed, his eyes wide.
Draco looked at him, alarmed. “Laced with what?”
Theo tugged at his collar. It was really very hot now. “I don’t know,” he grumbled exasperatedly, “I got them from Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes! In the restricted section,” he explained tersely.
“I didn’t know there was a restricted section at -” Draco cut off as Theo gripped his cheeks and forced him to look at where Lavender Brown had just dropped to her knees in front of Cormac McLaggen, her hands working quickly to undo his belt.
Hermione made a high pitched sort of squeaking noise at the sight that was not helping Theo to think through the thick fog of lust that was quickly descending over him.
“We have to tell everyone the party’s over,” Theo worried, “right?” he asked Draco. Draco would know what to do, he was sure of it. “What if they all think this is what I invited them here for?” he worried. “Like some sort of…some sort of sex den, mosh pit, orgy!”
“Theo -” Draco began, but Theo hardly heard him.
“I’m ruined!” he groaned. “Everyone’s going to think I’m some sex crazed denizen!" he cried. “What if they report me! Oh merlin, is it illegal to distribute Bonfire Boners to unsuspecting partygoers? Surely the Wanking Wizzlers have a warning label on them!”
“Theo -” Draco tried again, but Theo was committed to his spiraling now as he began to hyperventilate.
“I won’t do well in Azkaban!” he cried, “I’m too soft, and I’m man enough to admit that! I will absolutely -”
“Theodore,” Draco said in a commanding tone, grabbing his jaw and pulling roughly, until Theo was looking at him. “Hermione’s going to take you to your room now, and I’m going to handle this,” he motioned towards the room at large. Theo tried not to get sidetracked by Charlie Weasley running his tongue along Oliver Wood’s Jacob's ladder piercing while Oliver pressed his thumb into Luna’s mouth.
“I…” he gulped, hoping he wasn’t drooling as Charlie covered Oliver’s cock with his mouth in one fell swoop.
“Theodore!” Draco growled, and then Theo was gulping for an entirely different reason.
“Yes, Daddy?” he panted, and then froze, the words slipping out before his brain filtered them.
Draco arched an eyebrow at him in surprise. “Go with Hermione,” he commanded, and Theo nodded, turning to Hermione who was watching them both, her lip trapped between her teeth as her eyes snapped back and forth between them.
“Did you just call Draco ‘Daddy’?” Hermione asked him, looping her arm in his and pulling him towards his room.
“He’s going to hate me,” Theo whimpered back.
“He’s going to spank you,” Hermione corrected him, obviously delighted. Theo blushed, not daring to get his hopes up.
Hermione led him into his room. “Wait here,” she commanded. “I’m going to help Draco, and I’ll be right back to check on you.”
She was gone before Theo could protest. How had he mucked this night up so terribly? His friends were going to hate him, he was going to be the laughing stock of society, and he had called Draco Bloody Malfoy DADDY!”
It wasn’t his fault, he reasoned. It was the Bonefire Boners. Or the Wanking Wizzler, or the Bonking Bisby or whatever he’d had. They probably weren’t meant to be taken together. Probably not meant to be ingested with alcohol either. No one could blame him, really. Draco’s top two buttons had been undone. He was surprised nobody else had called Draco Daddy. Honestly, he was too handsome to be allowed. It was his own fault for flaunting his collar bones like that. Draco simply couldn’t hold Theo responsible. His chest was a threat to society, and those cheekbones, Merlin!
Oh fuck. When had he pulled his cock out? He couldn’t shouldn’t be touching himself like this while he thought about Draco. Hermione had said she thought Draco was going to spank him. Why had she said that? Had Draco spanked her before? He moaned quite loudly at the thought. He bet Hermione’s arse would turn a lovely shade of pink when spanked. He could just imagine the way Draco would slip a finger inside of her after he’d -
“I told you,” he heard Hermione whisper from the doorway. “Look how hard he is, Daddy,” she said excitedly. “Theo wants to play! Please, can he play with us, Daddy?” she whined.
Oh fuck. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. Theo squeezed his eyes tighter. Maybe this was all a dream. Maybe he would wake up and realise he’d just had a very strange nap before the party had even started. Maybe -
“I don’t know, baby. He seems very naughty. No manners at all,” Draco chastised. “Didn’t even say please before he started touching himself.”
“I can show him, Daddy!” Hermione volunteered. “I’ll show him how to be good. We can be good for you together!” Hermione promised. “Please, please, please let him play with us!”
“I don’t know,” Draco hesitated. Theo kept his eyes shut, his breath accelerating as he heard footsteps walking across the room. “Theodore?” Draco asked, and Theo peeked up at him. “Can you play nicely? I don’t want Hermione learning any bad habits,” Draco said seriously, using his thumb to pull Theo’s lip from between his teeth.
“Yes,” Theo squeaked.
“Yes, what?” Draco corrected.
“Yes, Sir?” Theo asked. Hermione giggled as Draco arched a brow.
Hermione scampered over to them, jumping on the bed giddily. She leaned over Theo, her nails digging into his chest as she knelt forward to whisper in his ear.
“Say, ‘yes, Daddy,’” she coached him, tugging his earlobe between her teeth.
“Yes, Daddy,” Theo moaned, his back arching off the bed.
“Good boy,” Draco praised, and Theo thought he might die of happiness.
“Don’t touch yourself,” Hermione murmured, nuzzling into his neck and leaving wet kisses. “Daddy likes us to be patient.”
Theo released his cock, glancing towards Draco with a blush. Draco was staring at him as he rolled his shirt sleeves into cuffs near his elbows. He’d discarded his mask on the nightstand, and now moved to stand over Hermione and Theo. He pushed Theo’s mask off, then Hermione’s. He nodded at Hermione, and she sat up immediately.
“Daddy wants us to get naked,” she told him. Theo wondered how long this (whatever this was) had been going on between the two of them.
Theo stood but before he could tug at his clothes Draco was there, hands at his buttons. Hermione moved behind him, pulling at his shirt once Draco finished the buttons. Draco trailed one finger in a long swipe down Theo’s chest as Hermione tugged his pants down. Draco took Theo’s right hand in his and placed it on his shoulder, allowing him an anchor point as Hermione tapped his right calf. He lifted his foot and stepped out of pants. She removed his sock gently and tapped his left calf, repeating the process. Draco cupped Theo’s cheek gently, stroking his thumb across it once before stepping away. Hermione waited with her back to him, and Draco gripped her left shoulder while his right hand tugged at her zipper.
She was naked beneath her dress, and Draco spun her towards himself before kissing her sternum. He knelt before her, trailing kisses down her stomach. Draco’s mouth covered her clit, his tongue slipping inside of her based on the small gasp she let out. Draco glanced up at her with a look of complete and utter devotion and Hermione smiled tenderly at him.
“Don’t forget about Theo,” Hermione reminded Draco, her eyes shifting to where Theo was gaping at them.
Theo gulped as Draco turned towards him, sinking back on his heels. Hermione’s fingers encircled Theo’s wrist and she tugged lightly, guiding him to where she had just been standing.
“Stay still,” she told him, clamping her hands down on his shoulders. Theo couldn’t peel his eyes away from Draco, who was now kneeling before him. The whole thing felt impossible. Draco waited - for what, Theo didn’t know. “Say ‘please, Daddy,’” Hermione told him.
“Please, Daddy,” Theo repeated automatically, beyond the point of caring how desperate he sounded.
“Please what?” Draco asked up at him.
“Please suck on my cock until I pass out and then have your way with my limp body,” he whispered.
“Daddy!” Hermione hissed.
“Please suck on my cock, Daddy,” Theo corrected, and Draco smirked.
Draco leaned forward as if in slow motion, and then his lips were closing over the head of Theo’s cock and his tongue flicked against Theo’s frenulum. His eyes rolled back in his head as he moaned, “Oh fuck,” his hand reaching out to grip Draco’s hair.
Draco leaned back in an instant, his mouth releasing Theo. Theo whimpered, already missing the warmth of Draco’s mouth.
“Daddy, he didn’t mean to,” Hermione said in a small voice.
“You warned him to be still,” Draco reminded her in a stern voice. He stood, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. “Come here, pet,” he said to Theo, patting his knee.
Theo glanced at Hermione who pushed him towards Draco. She had a gleam in her eye that could only mean trouble. He moved to sit down on Draco’s knee where he’d patted, and Hermione giggled.
“Not like that, silly,” she trilled in a sing-song voice. “Like this,” she corrected, guiding him to lay across Draco’s lap, his arse in the air. “I told you Daddy was going to spank you!”
Theo blushed deeply, trying not to rut against Draco’s leg as he settled onto his lap.
“How many strikes do you think, baby?” Draco asked Hermione.
“Just three, he’s only learning.”
Before he could stop himself Theo blurted out, “How many would you give Hermione?”
Draco’s warm hand cupped Theo’s arse, and he squeezed Theo’s hamstring lightly.
“Ten for the first punishment of the evening,” Draco told him.
“He adds on three more for each punishment,” Hermione informed him with a dreamy sort of sigh, as if she quite liked her punishments.
“I can handle it,” Theo promised. “I can handle it, Daddy,” he rushed to correct himself.
Draco hummed. “If you insist, pet.” That was all the warning he got before Draco lifted his hand and swatted him. A pleasant sort of sting followed. Draco rubbed his hand in a soothing circle three times before swatting him again.
“Count outloud,” Hermione whispered in his ear.
“Two,” Theo counted obediently. “Three…four…five.”
He was panting now, his voice a hoarse, desperate sort of whisper. “Six,” he moaned.
Draco’s fingers trailed between his cheeks, a gentle caress against his taint that had Theo’s eyes rolling in his head. He couldn’t help it, he rutted just a little against Draco’s lap. If Draco noticed, he didn’t say anything.
“Seven,” Theo huffed. He could feel his precum on his stomach. Knew there was no way Draco didn’t feel it seeping through his pants. He might have whined a little, he couldn’t be sure. “Eight,” he groaned. He ground himself a little harder against Draco’s lap. Draco’s thumb pressed a little against his arsehole. He felt like his skin was on fire. Theo whimpered, loudly. “Nine,” he grunted. He feared he might be fully humping Draco now. There was no other word for it. His blood was pounding in his ears. He couldn’t hear anything over the rush of it.
“Daddy,” he panted, “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,” he was begging and pleading. He might have been crying. “Ten,” he shouted finally, and then he was spilling onto Draco’s lap and he was sure he was crying now as he made an absolute mess of them both. He slumped bonelessly over Draco’s lap when he’d finished. He thought Draco might be petting his hair, but surely that couldn't be right.
“Shh, shh,” Draco soothed, “there you are pet. Did you make a mess on Daddy?” he asked.
“I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“Baby,” Draco called, “show our pet how we clean up when we make a mess.”
Hermione was at Theo’s side in an instant, wiping his tears away and kissing his forehead.
“Sweet boy,” she crooned. She pulled him from Draco’s lap and guided him to the bed, pushing him down gently. Draco stood, and Hermione swiped her finger over the last bit of Theo’s mess that hadn’t soaked through Draco’s pants. She sucked her finger into her mouth with a pretty little pout for Draco, who grinned at her.
She ran her fingers over Draco’s chest as she unbuttoned his shirt and shoved it off his shoulders. His belt was undone with practiced maneuvers and then she slid his pants over his hips. Hermione guided Draco to the bed until he was practically nestled against Theo.
Hermione then took Theo’s face in her hands and kissed him gently, her lips soft and slow.
“You can touch me if you want,” she reassured him “you only need permission to touch Daddy.”
She moved, trailing tender kisses down his chest. She paused at the beginning of the white ropes decorating his abdomen. He watched, transfixed, as she flattened her tongue at the base of his cock and swiped upwards, collecting his semen in her mouth. She showed it proudly to Draco. To Theo’s immense surprise (and delight) she leaned forward and Draco opened his own mouth wide, allowing her to spit it inside. Merlin’s left saggy dilapidated bollocks, Hermione Granger was spooning his - Theodore Ignacious Nott Junior’s - semen into Draco Malfoy’s mouth with her tongue! He would never recover. He had peaked. This was the pinnacle of his sexual dalliances. There was nothing that could make this moment any hotter -
Draco turned, gripped Theo’s jaw in one hand to force his mouth open, and then he was kissing him. Theo might have astrally projected. He might have died, he…he groaned as Draco’s tongue raked across his own. Draco’s hand released his jaw to cup his face instead. Hermione was licking broad strokes along his abdomen, cleaning him up as he snogged Draco. He was snogging Draco Malfoy while Hermione Granger took his cock in her mouth and fondled his balls. If he hadn’t just orgasmed he would have done so then. He was already painfully hard again, however.
“Daddy?” Hermione asked. “Can I ride him?”
“Yes,” Draco replied against Theo’s mouth, and Hermione squealed happily.
Theo felt her legs settle on either side of him, and then she was sinking down on him and he groaned into Draco’s mouth.
“Daddy?” Hermione asked again with the hint of a whine. “I want you to watch me ride him.”
Draco leaned back, smiling at her. “Of course, baby.”
Hermione tossed her head back, letting her hair fall behind her in a curtain. She placed her hands on Theo’s chest as she ground against him, and Theo’s hands found her hips. Her breasts were bouncing as she rode him, and they seemed to grow larger as he watched.
“Hermione?” Theo moaned, flicking his thumb over her right nipple. “You didn’t eat a licorice did you?”
She nodded her head, biting her lip as she stared down at him. Theo flicked her nipple again and she moaned, clenching around him. Draco reached up and ran his thumb over her left nipple, smirking as she ground her hips faster.
Draco sat up and captured her nipple in his mouth, and Hermione cupped the back of his head. He drew back, surprised, when her nipple began leaking milk.
“Come for Daddy,” Draco demanded, and Hermione orgasmed immediately, as if trained to come on command. Milk began leaking heavily from her breasts now, and Draco grinned.
“Sit up,” Draco ordered Theo, who sat up at once. Draco gestured to the headboard and Theo scooted so that his back was against it. Draco moved to kneel behind Hermione, and then he cupped one of her breasts in one hand and used the other to pull Theo’s face to it.
“Mommy’s ready for you,” he whispered, guiding her breast to Theo’s mouth. Hermione moaned, and Theo began to suck on her nipple, milk trickling into his mouth. Draco smirked at him wickedly before moving his hand down to Hermione’s arse. He muttered a quick lubrication spell before he began toying with her. Hermione clenched around Theo’s cock again, moaning loudly.
In a matter of minutes Draco was lining himself up at her arse and whispering “relax for me, baby,” as he pushed in. Theo paused, eyes wide, as he felt the push of Draco’s cock through the thin layer of tissue that separated her arse from her cunt. Draco’s fingers found their way to her clit, and Hermione began to tremble as he settled into what appeared to be her preferred tempo.
“That’s my good girl,” Draco praised, nodding at Theo in encouragement. Theo began to thrust into her, and Draco fell into rhythm with him. As Theo withdrew, Draco pushed in. As Theo pushed in, Draco pulled out. Draco pushed Theo’s head back towards Hermione’s nipple, and Theo nuzzled in again as directed. Hermione whimpered loudly, gripping his hair.
“You’re taking us so well, baby,” Draco promised. “I’m so proud of you,” he continued, “for training our new pet so well. Do you think you can make him come again?” Hermione moaned louder. “Make him come so deep inside you, baby girl,” Draco encouraged. “Then Daddy will clean it up with his tongue and fill you up again. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Hermione sighed happily, “want you to fill me up,” she murmured, “but…” she cut off with a moan as Draco bit her shoulder.
“Daddy,” she cried out.
“Yes, baby?” Draco asked.
“Daddy I need you inside of me,” she begged.
“I’m already inside of you,” he reminded her.
She shook her head, no. “Need you both inside of me,” she panted.
She couldn’t mean…she couldn’t possibly mean…both, at the same time?
“So greedy,” Draco chuckled.
“Daddy,” she whined again. “Daddy, please.”
Yes, Daddy, please, Theo wanted to beg too. Draco looked at Theo, who stared back with wide eyes. There was no way they would both fit, Theo knew…but the idea of his cock slotted up against Draco’s as Hermione slid down on whatever she could manage was nearly enough to make him orgasm again.
“Okay, baby,” Draco soothed, and Hermione grinned, lifting herself off of Theo with Draco’s help. “You’ll need to get us very wet,” Draco cautioned, and Hermione nodded seriously.
She clambered to lay down on her stomach as Draco knelt in front of Theo. Theo sat back on his heels as well, mirroring Draco. Hermione held their cocks together with both hands and began licking them.
Theo’s groan was swallowed by Draco’s mouth as Draco pulled his face to him, and then they were kissing again. He could feel Draco’s body heat mixing with his own, their cocks sliding against one another as she puffed her cheeks wide to fit as much as she could of the both of them inside. Draco’s hand gripped the base of Theo’s cock where her mouth couldn’t reach and began stroking him. Theo trembled, trying very hard not to buck against him too roughly. Hermione gagged between them, thick globs of drool dripping down their cocks.
“Daddy, you’re ready,” Hermione panted.
Draco released Theo and leaned back, allowing Hermione to squat over them. Theo cupped her arse as she leaned back against him. Draco helped spread her, and then she lowered herself down. The head of his cock pressed against Draco’s and she pushed hard, squeezing them like a vice. Theo thought he might be about to pass out from the pure ecstasy that was washing over him.
“Just like before,” Draco murmured to him, and Theo nodded.
Slowly, maddeningly slowly, Draco pushed up inside of her, before pulling out until only the tip remained. Theo did the same, sinking into her inch by glorious inch, letting her heat wash over him.
“What a beautiful, dirty, girl you are,” Draco praised, “letting Daddy and your pet fuck you.”
Mhmm, Hermione moaned, nodding. “So full,” she panted. “Want you to fill me up more,” she begged. “Want you to come inside me,” she pleaded, her tone almost delirious. “Together,” she whimpered, “want you to come together. Please, Daddy?” she moaned. “Please, pet?”
“Of course, baby, you’re taking us so well. You’re being so good for Daddy. Of course we’ll reward you,” he promised.
Theo didn’t have a choice, really. He couldn’t have denied her if he wanted to (and he didn’t want to). He wanted to feel Draco’s cock twitching against his as they unloaded inside of her. Wanted to watch it drip out of her pussy as it overflowed. Wanted Hermione to sit on his face after and let him clean her. Wanted Draco to fuck his face after that while Hermione sucked him off. Wanted to beg Draco to fuck his arse while he fucked Hermione.
“Come for Daddy,” Draco commanded, and as if Draco had him under a spell Theo began to come. Draco groaned, twitching and thrusting, his cock sliding against Theo’s as they pumped into her. Hermione screamed out her own release, until they all collapsed in a sticky pile.
“Can we keep him, Daddy, please?” Hermione begged.
“I’ll buy him a collar tomorrow,” Draco promised.
“Thank you, Daddy,” Theo whispered, and Hermione giggled.