Disclaimer: My doctor says that I actually am not J.K Rowling, no matter how many times I sing it from my roof. I suppose if he's telling the truth (which I'm not altogether sure that he is, the bitch might just be jealous of my success, genius, and status as a Goddess of Literature) I am actually dirt poor and mildly talented, with no rights to Harry Potter or any of the associated items. But I'm still holding out hope.
Warnings: SLASH, m/m/m threesome, incest.
A/N: This is pure smut, the result of my dirty brain's ultimate fantasy. Two of my favorite slash pairings, all rolled up in one? Yeah, couldn't find it so I wrote it instead. First real lemon, so don't hate me if it sucks. Hopefully, the first of many. Read on, and then review!
James Charlus Potter wasn't quite sure how he'd gotten to this point. One minute, he was walking up the stairs to tell Harry and his boyfriend that dinner was ready; the next, he was listening to the sounds of Harry pounding Draco Malfoy into a wall. Draco's mildly annoying, whiny voice had gone breathy and deep, demanding Harry go faster, deeper, and proclaiming that he was a God.
Somewhere in between ceasing all breathing apparatuses and sliding to the floor, James' trousers had come open, his manhood rapidly disappearing in and out of his fist. He didn't have a chance to think about how wrong it was; the fact that the Wizarding World was undergoing a progressive sexual revolution similar to that of the American Muggles in the '60s, made sure it didn't even cross his mind.
No, James' Marauder brain was otherwise occupied with how in the hell he could get into that action, and soon.
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James had always had a thing for men. During his Hogwarts years, he and Sirius had been known for being notorious man-sluts. However, his rather, erm, undiscerning preferences simply weren't common knowledge. But he had had his share of trysts, quite a few having been drunken with his own best mate.
He could still remember fondly having his sexual debut with Lucius Malfoy in fourth year. One never forgot the powerful feeling of plowing a man three years their senior into the ground. The man had been surprisingly pliable; a passing thought wondered if his spawn was the same.
Still, James had ended up married to Lily Marie Evans, the downright sexiest, sweetest, funniest girl in their year. Lily had had a naughty streak hidden in her for sure; they extended their honeymoon 4 times! James had loved her something fierce. Lily had completed him. She was everything he wasn't, and the perfect mother to their baby boy.
James still missed her, even now. He wondered if things would've been different if he hadn't been at Moony's house that night, and had stayed in like Lily'd begged. Would she still be here? Or would they both be gone, leaving Harry to who knows what fate?
He had returned that fateful Halloween to Albus Dumbledore attempting to spirit his son off to the Dursley's. James was furious! Not only had the man not checked to see if James was okay, simply assuming he had met his demise in some horrible, body disintegrating way, but he had been planning to blatantly disregard their final wishes!
Lily had specifically added in her portion of the will that Harry not, under any circumstances, be taken anywhere near her horrid sister. James had made it clear that in the event Sirius was incapacitated, Harry was to go to Moony or the Longbottoms. Last ditch, the Weasleys. Peter had never been good with children; in the face of his betrayal, James was glad he'd had the foresight not to include him in the will.
He had pressed charges, fully intending to persecute Dumbledore for attempted kidnapping and endangerment of a minor. He had been stripped of his position as Headmaster of Hogwarts.
So Harry had lived on, just his father and him, with frequent visits from Moony and Padfoot. And James had watched him grow.
And grow he did. His scrawny little spork had at some point become a 6 foot teenage god, almost as tall as his old man. He had started to get a reputation for himself, The Boy Who Lived to Fuck, to hear it told. Honestly, when Harry had come to him, practically dripping sweat in his nervousness, to tell him not only was he gay, or at least bisexual, and that he had a steady boyfriend, it was the commitment that suprised him, not the orientation.
But then Harry had brought the Malfoy heir over for dinner, and shit but did he understand! The kid glowed for Merlin's sake. They contrasted each other in ever way, his pale skin to Harry's tan, blond hair to Harry's black. They looked delectable.
James couldn't help but feel like a lecherous old man around them. He hadn't been completely celibate since Lily's death, but the majority of his interactions were casual one-offs, generally under some sort of influence.
James wanted more.
He had never been the type to lie to himself, and was even less likely to deny himself something in his power to have. The fact that his dick was swinging towards his son and his boyfriend? Honestly, it had to know what was best for it. Who was he to disagree?
He knew he was no slouch; and it wasn't arrogance. Just like fine wine, James Potter simply got better with time. So he didn't think that's be an issue in procuring his two new conquests.
It was really just a matter of interest. Theirs, to be exact.
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So it was that James Potter set himself to observing his two little housemates. Draco was staying with them for summer hols; James was still amused that Luci had let that one slide. However, he had to be ultimately thankful. It made his conquest that much easier.
It was the next week at dinner that it began.
The little Malfoy was making eyes at him across the table, occasionally glancing at Harry, who would throw the offhand sexual innuendo into whatever meaningless conversation topic they were on.
"Harry could you pass the turkey?"
"Of course daddy. It's excellent, so succulent. I could just suck the juices right out of it. Can you see it daddy? The way they'd just dribble down my face?"
It was around this time that a foot had somehow found itself sneaking into his lap, wriggling seductively up and down his thighs.
It was fantastic really, Harry's vast reservoir of double entendre. And then baby Lucius was doing sinful things to his spoon, causing blood, and coincidentally, James' entire glass of pumpkin juice, to pool rather suddenly in his lap.
James blushed. He was being systematically and thoroughly seduced by two seventeen year-old's.
And he loved it.
He rather thought that, had he the patience and control, he would like to feign ignorance and see just how far this would go.
As it was, it was approximately another 0.5 seconds before he had his baby boy pushed up against a wall, mouths locked and teenaged legs wrapped around his waist. Draco didn't seem to like being left out; another 2.4 seconds and he was latched on behind James, licking his neck and nipping his ear.
James was always one to play fair so he let his son down, turning to the blond who rather enthusiastically hopped into his arms, skillfully working his tongue into James' mouth.
Harry was then on his knees before James, making sure he had his father's full attention before unzipping his somehow unbuttoned fly with his teeth. James absentmindedly wondered where his belt had gone, until a warm, hot little mouth engulfed him whole. Harry swirled his tongue around his cock, bobbing up and down until he had fit the whole thing in his mouth. He hummed, and James almost came at the vibrations. Harry slid off then, licking up and down his shaft before digging his stiff tongue straight into James' slit.
James cried out in ecstasy, grasping his son's head and scraping across his scalp with blunt nails.
Harry moaned against his cock, and James looked down at his son, only to see mischievous emerald green eyes wink at him, his one warning befor- OH.
Harry swallowed around his cock again, burying his pretty pink lips against James' crotch. It was amazing how all eight inches suddenly reappeared as Harry slid off with a 'pop' that went straight to James' crotch.
He turned to Draco, who, wasting no time, had Vanished not only all of their clothes, but the contents of the dining room table. The boy was currently on his back, flushed and panting with three fingers moving in and out of his lovely rosebud entrance.
Clearly he was not one dally.
And hey. James wasn't mad.
"So this is how this is gonna work," he said, secretly surprised at how steady his voice sounded. "Since I'm so hard I'm can barely see straight, I'm gonna fuck baby Malfoy into the table, and he's gonna suck you off, Harry. And then we're moving this to the bedroom for rounds 2-5." Getting affirmative moans in response as Draco shifted so as to take Harry into his mouth and slid his fingers out of his quivering hole, James moved towards the table.
He summoned his wand, casting a lubrication charm on both him and baby Malfoy. He wanted this to be a regular occurrence after all. It wouldn't do to hurt one of his new lovers.
Draco whimpered, and always one to oblige, James lined himself up before slowly pushing in to the teen's tight, warm heat. Draco immediately wrapped his legs around James' waist, pulling him closer as James leaned down to nibble at the enticing pale collarbones in front of him.
It was official.
Heaven wasn't in the sky, but actually inside of Draco Lucius Malfoy's arse. Who knew?
James pulled almost all the way out, which proved to be almost physically painful, before slamming his hips forward and driving himself back in. He set up a quick, hard pace, twisting his hips up just the bit, knowing he could find… there!
"Oh fuck! Yes, fuck, James, Merlin, right there! Oh shit fuck me right there!"
Soon the room was filled with a chorus of throaty moans and shouted expletives, the sound of skin against skin bouncing off the walls.
James could feel himself reaching his peak. It was just too much, seeing almost a carbon copy of himself in ecstasy in front of him while simultaneously being surrounded by scorching hot velvety walls. His careful pace started to falter, getting faster and more erratic as he climbed higher in ultimate pleasure.
Draco came first, almost simultaneous with Harry spilling into his mouth with a huge sigh and a breathy, "Fuck yes." The clenching of Draco's walls as he spurted so beautifully onto his chest was the breaking point, and James cried out, thrusting out his climax.
He pulled out, shakily lowering himself to the floor so as not to crush his youngest lover. Draco slid down off the table to join him, snuggling into his chest and soon Harry was there too, entwining his arms and legs with James on the backside.
James let out a jaw-breaking yawn, echoed in front and behind him.
He reached out for his wand, apparrating them to the master bedroom. He snuggled into his down comforters, wrapping his arms around his dozing lovers.
He supposed a nap would be fine before round two.
And now I shall put my perverted brain to rest. Please review, I'd love to break my personal record of 12.
