Coming Together

Hermione instantly stood and tugged on Harry's arms, trying to help him stand. Harry stumbled to his feet and Snape rose to his full height, gazing hungrily down at the flushed pair before him. In silent accord, they all took off straight for the stairs, Snape leading them to the spare room and lighting all the lamps.

Snape stood by the edge of the bed and turned to face Harry and Hermione, a flicker of doubt and reticence crossing his face. Exchanging determined looks, Harry and Hermione closed the distance between them and Snape, each taking a hand and looking up at him.

Hermione murmured, "Severus, are you really okay with this?"

Harry added, "Yeah, we wouldn't ever want to do anything against your will."

Snape exhaled and said, "I would never have imagined being so lucky. Yes, I want this. I want both of you."

They beamed up at him and tugged on his hands to sit on the edge of the bed. Hermione leant forward to press a gentle kiss to Snape's lips, and Harry swept Snape's hair back and nuzzled his ear, saying, "Guess it's a good thing we saved you after all, hmm?"

Snape's startled affirmative was muffled by Hermione's mouth, and he pulled back enough to cut a wicked look at Harry and growl, "And yet something tells me you'll be the death of me yet."

Harry grinned, and Snape moved to kiss him, feeling Hermione's fingers unbuttoning his shirt. She tugged it out of his trousers and crawled behind him on the bed to peel it down his arms. Harry took advantage of the opportunity to climb onto Snape's lap again, rocking his hips and trailing licks and kisses down Snape's bared throat and chest. Hermione pressed against Snape's back, supporting him from being flattened by Harry's enthusiasm, and wrapped her arms around his waist to undo his trousers. She had to swat at Harry to get him to back away enough that she could reach the buttons.

Harry glanced down at what Hermione was doing and breathed, "Oh, fuck yeah." He met Hermione's eyes over Snape's shoulder and said, "Could you move to one side?"

Hermione complied, and Harry locked eyes with Snape as he pushed Snape backward to lie down with his legs bent over the edge of the bed. Harry stood and took over where Hermione left off, opening Snape's trousers and tugging to slide them down. Hermione leant over and kissed Snape, trailing her fingers lightly over his chest and making him moan and twitch at the tickling sensations.

Harry backed away, yanking Snape's trousers off, voicing a triumphant "Ha!" Snape's erection was tenting his boxers, and Harry sucked in a breath, groaning in need.

Snape realized he was clad only in his pants and was waiting to feel them being ripped from his body, so when several moments passed and nothing happened except Hermione snogging him, he squirmed up and looked over at Harry.

Harry had kicked off his shoes and whipped his shirt off. His trousers lay in a crumpled heap at his feet, which were currently hopping as he tried to wrench his socks off. His briefs were bunched under his balls, and his cock bounced as he jumped. It was such a ludicrous sight that Snape couldn't stop himself from laughing...albeit with a tinge of hysteria considering the circumstances.

Hermione sat back, startled by his great bellows of laughter, then saw what was so funny and joined him. Harry glowered at them, finally succeeding in removing his socks and squirming out of his pants. Completely starkers and scowling, he stalked back to them, deliberately gripping Snape's boxers and pulling them down his legs. Snape stopped laughing with a gasp as his erection sprang free of its confines. Harry held Snape's gaze and said, "Time to pay up."

Blinking in confusion, Snape propped himself up on his elbows and said, "Pay up?"

Hermione scrambled off the bed and started disrobing, smirking at Snape's puzzlement.

Harry stepped into Snape's personal space and climbed onto his lap, drawing another gasp from the older man as he pulled on him to sit up again. "We had a deal downstairs."

Snape's brows rose in comprehension even as his eyelids fluttered at the feel of Harry's cock sliding against his as he rocked his hips. Harry descended on him with another heated kiss, and Hermione hummed in appreciation. She crept back onto the bed behind Snape, and he was taken aback by the feel of her naked body pressed against his skin as she reached around him and caressed Harry's arms.

Her voice was a sultry rumble as she said, "Why don't we get up here and get comfortable? We don't want anyone to slide off the edge."

Harry grunted an affirmative and he backed off of Snape's lap even as Hermione moved away from behind him. Snape was momentarily bereft, until he felt Hermione gripping his arm to guide him fully onto the middle of the bed. He turned to look at her as he scrambled backward, and his eyes went wide at the sight of her, as nude as he and Harry were.

Unbidden, he said, "Mercy, you're beautiful."

Hermione smiled, flushing slightly, at Harry's immediate, "Yeah, you are!"

Harry stared at her in wonder. "Why didn't we do this sooner, eh? Just look at what I've been missing, Severus!"

Snape chuckled and said, "Then why don't you show her how much you appreciate her now?"

Harry and Hermione moved closer to each other, both on their knees near the foot of the bed. Harry lifted one hand to caress her cheek and they smiled at each other, managing to look shy even though they were both completely nude and obviously aroused.

Mindful of wanting full, clear consent, Harry murmured, "May I kiss you?"

Hermione leant against him, pressing her breasts to his chest and breathed, "Please."

Gently, Harry closed the short distance between them and pressed a chaste kiss to her lips. After a beat, it quickly became less than chaste, and Hermione began snogging him aggressively. From his vantage point at the head of the bed, Snape voiced a noise of appreciative approval.

Their snogging grew more heated, and hands roamed as well as tongues. Harry's cock was smearing liquid on Hermione's belly. Snape settled back, enjoying the show, and stroked his erection as he said, "This is even better than the last time I saw this."

Distracted by his comment, they broke apart and Hermione drawled, "Were you putting wet dreams into the Pensieve, Severus?"

Snape chuckled and said, "Nothing of the sort. Harry was there to see this before, too."

At that, Harry frowned in confusion and Hermione backed away to peer at Harry. Harry said, "What are you on about?"

Snape smirked and said, "Surely you remember how graphic the locket fantasy was. Still, this is infinitely better."

Harry's eyes went wide. Hermione murmured, "What locket fantasy?" at the same time Harry said, "How did you know about that?"

Snape snorted and answered them both by saying, "I waited in the Forest of Dean to make sure you managed to find the Sword of Gryffindor and didn't off yourself trying. I saw the fantasy that the locket supplied before Weasley destroyed it. It was quite a graphic depiction of you two together, but seeing it in person...not to mention with both of you actually adults...is ever so much more enjoyable."

Hermione's brows rose in comprehension and she said, "While I can appreciate your sentiment, Severus, that's the last time I want to hear that name here. Honestly, they're the last people I want to be thinking about when I have two such delectable men at my disposal. Are we clear?"

Snape and Harry exchanged chagrined looks and Snape said, "Extremely, my dear. My apologies."

Hermione cast a lopsided smile at him and purred, "You'll just have to make it up to me," as she crawled over Snape's body, lightly dragging her nipples along his chest.

Snape reached up and pulled her down onto him, kissing her deeply. Rolling her to one side, he said, "Please allow me to make it up to you right now."

Hermione hummed in agreement and said, "Oh, please do."

Snape kissed her again, then trailed nibbling kisses down her throat and breasts. Harry crawled beside her and watched eagerly as Snape backed down her body, coming to rest between her spread legs. Looking up at two pairs of eyes trained on him, pupils wide with lust, Snape flashed a feral grin and descended on Hermione, tracing his thumbs up her swollen pussy and spreading her to their gaze. Harry exhaled shakily and groaned as he watched Snape dip down and drag his tongue along her glistening lips, wrenching a cry from her throat.

Snape flicked the tip of his tongue against her clit, and Hermione bounced, gasping as one hand gripped his hair in encouragement to do that again. Harry sat back and stroked his cock, rapt.

When Snape bent lower and buried his tongue in Hermione's cunt, nudging her clit with his nose, she shrieked and bucked in bliss, and Harry said, "Oh, fuck yeah, Severus."

Hermione jerked to attention, realizing Harry was still there, and looked over to see him wanking, his gaze trained on Snape's head between her thighs. A surge of arousal sang through her and she murmured, "Harry, come here. I want you."

Eyes wide, Harry crawled closer to her, his head falling back at the feel of her hand wrapping around his erection. She guided him to settle near her head so she could twist to the side and suck him, swirling her tongue around the head peeking from his foreskin. Harry shouted, "Fuck yeah! Oh gods, Hermione, yeah..."

Snape peered up Hermione's body from where he was sucking on her clit, gently sliding a finger into her dripping cunt, and moaned at the sight of her lips stretched around Harry's cock, bobbing along it and making his stomach muscles ripple with each gasp. Harry's legs began trembling, and Hermione's neck was at an awkward angle, so they manoeuvred Harry onto his side, his hips by her head, giving her access to take him in as deep as she wanted.

Very soon after, Harry looked down to see Snape's cock twitching in time with his fingers' thrusts into Hermione, and Harry panted, "Severus, can you come around this way? I hate to see you so neglected."

Snape lifted his damp face from Hermione's cleft and his cock gave a decided throb at Harry's words. Riding the euphoria that the two young Gryffindors had incited, he shifted, turning his body to create a rough triangle and rolling Hermione's hips onto one side. He spread her legs and pillowed his head on her thigh, now inverted from his previous position. Harry waited until Snape was settled again before wrapping his hand around Snape's erection and dragging his tongue in a long swipe from the base to the tip. Instantly, Snape shuddered and swore, eliciting a throaty giggle from Hermione, who had stopped sucking Harry long enough to watch Harry's first taste of Snape's cock.

It didn't take long for them to work out a compatible rhythm, each pleasuring another with worshipful lips and tongues. Harry was the first to succumb, his hips thrusting more vigorously, fucking Hermione's mouth until he went rigid and groaned, Snape's cock temporarily forgotten as Harry shuddered in ecstasy, his come spilling over Hermione's lips and filling her mouth. Snape watched, wide-eyed, his tongue still circling Hermione's clit, as Harry's body went limp, chest heaving as he panted to regain his composure in the wake of his orgasm.

Snape was determined that Hermione should be next, and, now that she was no longer distracted by Harry's cock in her mouth, she gasped and moaned at Snape's fingertips fluttering against her G-spot at the same time his lips were wrapped around her clit and his tongue was flicking against it. Snape was so fully focused on her impending climax that he was taken by surprise when he felt Harry's lips clamp down on Snape's erection again. His startled groan was enough to vibrate Hermione over the edge, and she shrieked her orgasm, body bucking and trembling while Snape continued his carnal assault until she eventually collapsed, breathless.

There was a beat of ringing silence, then Harry moaned around Snape's cock and pushed to lay him flat again. Snape rolled off of Hermione's leg, allowing her to scramble around to watch Harry aggressively taking Snape's erection in as deep as he could manage...which was rather impressive, considering the practice he had engaged in with Viktor with such enthusiasm. Snape's startled groan made Hermione hum in approval as she crawled down to Snape's supine body, grinning in wanton appreciation. Snape reached for her and she bent down to kiss him, the taste of Harry's come still coating her tongue.

Hermione backed away after a thorough snog and purred, "Harry, I think I'd like to join you."

She moved lower until she could hover over Snape's groin, and Harry pulled off of Snape's cock with a faint pop, allowing Hermione to take his place. Snape moaned, and Harry took the opportunity to lick his way up Snape's body until he could descend on him with a demanding kiss.

Harry backed away and breathed, "Fuck, Severus, we want to make you come."

Snape's cock swelled in Hermione's mouth, and he panted, "You will; I guarantee it."

Harry flashed a delighted grin and crawled back down to rejoin Hermione. They took turns licking and sucking, but when Hermione was bobbing up and down the length of Snape's erection, and Harry dipped down to suck on his bollocks, Snape jerked and shouted, his hands scrabbling on the bedding, searching desperately for purchase as he was sent over the edge of erotic bliss into complete ecstasy, his orgasm ripping through his body with more force than he could ever remember feeling before.

Hermione kept her lips firmly wrapped around his spurting cock, his come dripping down onto his balls when she finally released him as his tremors stopped. Harry lifted his head, his face smeared with fluids, and met Hermione in a deep kiss, sharing the flavour of Snape's come.

When they broke apart, panting, they crawled to either side of Snape's sprawled form and lay down with him, pressing their damp flesh against his. The silence lengthened as they all wound down from their fever pitch, and they dozed in the afterglow.