Hiya everyone! So sorry this chappie is a bit late - health problems. Thanks to all who left kind, non-flaming reviews (I did expect some after the cliffie), and especially to my anonymous reviewers: Chicago and Plarpatubin (cheers!)

WARNING: Lessons begin in earnest this chapter. Smutty, three-way boylove coming up. Don't like, don't want to know. Just don't read.

Disclaimer: Not my boys - they belong to Jo. But I do have fun making them fulfil my every perverted dream.


Chapter Seven

'I think, Moony, that it might be time for Harry's first lesson.'

Harry's ability to breathe failed with Sirius' words; his till now, rasping, desperate respiration stopping completely as the two men turned to stare at him - amusement written all over their faces when they saw that Harry's hand was still automatically stroking his stiff cock through his pants. Sirius chuckled and reached out to grasp Harry's wrist, halting his motion.

'A kiss, Harry, is the most important part of seducing anyone. If the kiss is no good, you're not likely to ever find out how much better the sex might be. A simple kiss should be enough to work you into the state you are in now. You, I'm afraid, are not a good kisser…not yet.'

Harry breathed again, inhaling a sharp, indignant breath and glaring at Sirius as the older man climbed off the bed.

'G…Ginny said…'

'Ginny is a young woman who has only ever kissed young men.' Sirius walked around the bed to sit beside Harry, noting how irritated the younger man appeared before he reached out and removed his glasses. 'I, however, have kissed many women…'

He glanced over at Remus, who had cleared his throat pointedly, and smiled before he cast a spell on each of Harry's eyes. Harry blinked, his fuzzy vision clearing almost immediately as Sirius continued to speak.

'And one werewolf - who taught me that experience does not necessarily make you a good kisser.'

Remus grinned and Harry looked at him in surprise.

'Sirius couldn't kiss?'

Remus smirked. 'He was awful.'

Sirius glared, disgruntled, at his partner.

'I wasn't that bad…'

'You used your tongue like you were beating eggs or something, Padfoot. I was afraid for my life…'

'Now you're just fucking exaggerating. I wasn't that bad.'

Remus laughed and sat on the bed as well. 'No, you weren't, but you weren't very good either. Harry's better than you were.'

Harry forgot his irritation and smirked at Sirius, realising he'd made a mistake by gloating when he saw the wicked gleam in Sirius' eye. Before he could blink, he was on his back and Sirius was leaning over him.

'He said "better than I was", you tosser. I'm much better now and prepared to impart some of my knowledge. You kiss too hard, Harry; you have to soften your lips more. Like this…'

Sirius kissed him gently, soft lips plucking at Harry's teasingly.

'Don't be in a rush to introduce your tongue…'

His words were a little muffled against Harry's lips.

'Use your lips to excite…'

He sucked Harry's bottom lip into his mouth then nipped at it lightly.

'Your teeth to arouse…'

Harry pushed his hips up towards him, making a tiny, desperate sobbing sound as he surrendered himself to the demands of the other man's mouth. Sirius smiled and pulled back minutely.

'You want more…?'

Harry nodded and Sirius' smile widened before he glanced up at Remus.

Whatever transpired silently between the men, it resulted in Sirius moving to sit on the edge of the bed and Remus laying down alongside Harry, giving the panting man a shy, yet earnest smile.

'I'm a much better teacher than he is, Harry. Show me what you can do.'

Harry stared into the other man's blue eyes, looking for confirmation that this really was alright, and when he saw the positive answer there, he leaned forward, pressing his lips tentatively to Remus'. The werewolf didn't push, didn't take the lead, instead allowing Harry's lips to stroke and taste and nip with ever-growing confidence until Harry was wriggling closer to him and losing patience with the slow pace. Only then did Remus respond.

The older man moved swiftly, rolling them so he was holding himself over Harry, and quickly deepened the kiss, keeping it slow and exploratory, but intense and powerful at the same time. The rapid change made Harry whimper in pleasure as his senses were overwhelmed. Sirius was a good kisser - a fantastic kisser - but Remus knew just how to use his tongue and his lips and his teeth to bring Harry to almost painful arousal.

Merlin's pants, one or two kisses and I'm ready to burst - they are good at this.

Remus pulled back and Harry was pleased to note through his own fog of lust, that the other man was breathing heavily and his face was flushed.

'Y…You're a fast learner. That was good.'

Harry smiled, still dazed, so focused on Remus that he wasn't aware that Sirius had moved until the man's hands were brushing over his throbbing erection.

'Oh!'

His sharp, needy exhale made Sirius look up from his task of unzipping Harry's pants and, recognising the desperation in the other man's face, grin.

'Not yet, Harry. You're young, but there is a limit to even your recuperation prowess. You've gone off once already, and there's a long way to go yet before the end. You want the full lesson, don't you?'

It was a rhetorical question and they all knew it.

A shiver shook Harry when he heard the promise in Sirius' voice and, as Sirius dragged his now undone pants down, Harry kicked his legs to rid himself of the unnecessary item. Remus' fingers had worked nimbly on Harry's shirt as Sirius concentrated on the bottom half and now, he tugged it off Harry's shoulders. The young man felt a little exposed in just his still-sticky underwear as the others looked him over, but he saw the appreciative glint in their eyes before they started to tear their clothes off as well. Sirius yanked his shirt off over his head and tossed it onto the ground, his gaze shifting to his partner. His fingers were unbuckling his belt as Remus began to unbutton his own dress shirt, the werewolf's eyes fixed on the stripping Sirius.

Harry watched the two men undress themselves then bit back a moan when Sirius, clad only in tented boxers, undid Remus' fly - his hand lingering far longer than necessary over the werewolf's bulging crotch. Remus' steady breathing hitched and Harry saw the man's white teeth biting into his plush lower lip as Sirius pushed down his pants for him. They wrangled the slacks off then Sirius slid his arms around Remus, both of them falling down onto the mattress. Sirius kissed him tenderly then buried his face in the crook of his neck.

Harry guessed he wasn't supposed to hear the whispered, 'Fuck, Moony, I love you,' and he looked away, the intimate words having a similar effect on his erection as cold water might. With the first flush of excitement and lust fading, he now felt guilty again. He heard Remus chuckle and a hand closed around his wrist. He turned back to see both men watching him, Sirius urging him gently towards them.

'Harry, I love Remus - I'm not going to hide that. We both want you here, but if you can't stop feeling guilty for joining us or if you don't want to see us together like this, then we should call this off now before it goes too far.'

Remus snorted and Sirius amended his statement. 'Well, before things go any further.'

Harry couldn't help his glance at Remus who smiled reassuringly. 'Please stay, Harry.'

The young man smiled and nodded, pushing the last of his guilt away when he saw Remus' final doubts disappear. Sirius grinned and started tugging harder on his arm.

'Come on, Harry. Next lesson - foreplay and hand jobs.'

Remus grimaced. 'Gods, Sirius.'

'What?'

'Do you have to be so…blunt?'

'You want me call it mutual masturbation? Stimulation of the male phallus? I could go with colloquialisms? Choking the chicken? Flogging the log? Beating the…'

'Alright! You've made your damn point. Now, who exactly is going to receive…?' Sirius' hand closed around the werewolf's hard on and Remus drew a fast, shuddering breath. 'Oh, right. Me then?'

'Well, you must be dying by now - Harry did a marvellous job on you in the kitchen.' Sirius looked at Harry with what could only be described as pride in his eyes. 'He was as hard as a rock, Harry. Nice job.'

Harry, thrilled Remus had been as turned on by their encounter as he himself had been, laughed at the ridiculousness of the conversation, finally feeling comfortable here with the couple…until Sirius yanked down Remus' boxers.

Holy shit!

Remus was built. Really built…and Harry immediately thought of his own cock (that until now, he'd believed was a perfectly acceptable size). Sirius saw the younger man's eyes widen and sniggered.

'I think you've put Harry into shock, Rem.'

Remus flushed and smacked Sirius on the arm. 'Then take off your pants and let him feel superior again.'

'Hey!'

Harry chuckled, but his amusement faded when Sirius did what he was told and shucked his underwear. He wasn't that much smaller than Remus.

Sirius paid no attention to his discomfort, throwing himself on top of Remus and rolling his hips. Remus let out a loud groan and his hand slammed down onto Sirius' arse, clutching at the bare flesh. The Animagus grunted and repeated his motion, peering over his shoulder at Harry.

'Harry, get your damn pants off and get over here before he's done.'

Harry hesitated, grateful that they were giving him some modicum of privacy to get naked, but realising that soon, they would be comparing - and he was afraid he was going to come up short.

Very short.

Aw, fuck it.

In one swift motion, he had the boxers off and before they'd hit the carpet, he was moving up the bed to join the others. Sirius smiled at him and shifted so they were sitting on either side of Remus.

'Right, Harry. Every man is different - Remus loves some things that I hate so you have to get to know your partner's likes and dislikes, but there are usually some erogenous zones that everyone has in common.'

He grinned down at Remus who was pink-faced and looking a little uncomfortable at being the practical test subject for Harry's second lesson, then looked back at Harry.

'Let's see you then, Harry.'

Harry was startled. 'What…what should I…?'

'Whatever you think. You'll learn how to read a man's reactions. For example…'

He leaned over and nudged Remus' jaw until the other man tilted his head to the side, exposing his neck. Sirius immediately latched onto the delicate skin there, sucking and nipping to a recital of moans and groans from Remus. After a minute in which no part of Remus' throat was left untouched, Sirius raised his head.

'…Remus loves me biting his neck, but…'

He quickly ducked and closed his lips around Remus' big toe, only to have the werewolf tear his foot away with an annoyed grunt. Sirius grinned and sat up.

'…he hates me trying to suck his toes.'

Remus frowned at his lover. 'Yet you continue to attempt it.'

Sirius grinned and shrugged, leaning over to kiss Remus on the tip of his nose. 'You're cute when you're pissed off, Moony. Alright, Harry. You take that side, I'll take this one and we'll meet in the middle…'

He glanced down at Remus' erection pointedly and Harry followed his gaze, continuing to stare even as Sirius lowered his head to kiss Remus' scarred chest.

He'd never thought of a penis as a good looking body part before, but Remus' prick was lovely. Thick and long and pink and smooth… Harry realised he was licking his lips at the thought of touching and tasting and being taken by that cock and blushed. He turned away - only to see Remus watching him, his blue eyes dark with desire.

'Come here.'

The words were mouthed, not spoken aloud, but Harry obeyed, sliding up the werewolf's body as Remus weaved his long fingers into his messy black locks. He pulled Harry's face down to his and proceeded to snog the younger man senseless.

There was nothing gentle about Remus' demanding mouth now, and Harry gave back as good as he got, subtly rubbing his erection over Remus' hip as their tongues battled. Remus bit Harry's lip and Harry pulled back, gasping in surprise. He saw the beginning of a smirk on the werewolf's face and he grinned wickedly. He lowered his mouth to Remus' collarbone and bit him in retaliation - not hard enough to pierce the skin, but enough to leave a mark. Remus' hand, still tangled in Harry's hair, yanked the other man's head back sharply and for a moment, Harry thought he'd gone too far. But instead of seeing an angry face, he saw lust clouding Remus' features, making his face more angular than usual. Gone was the congenial man that had taught Harry how to conjure a Patronus - this Remus was something completely different; this Remus was dangerous and Harry felt a thrill shoot through him. Then suddenly, a smile split Remus' face and he gave Harry's head a gentle push.

'Here. Do that again here.'

Remus guided Harry's head to his chest and Harry grinned to himself. His teeth closed around the taut nipple that appeared in his eye-line. Remus' body jerked and, bolstered, Harry did it again before flicking his tongue over the nub. Sirius shifted and he joined Harry, both of them licking and sucking at Remus' brown nipples until the werewolf swore loudly. Sirius let out a soft laugh then sat up, pulling Harry up with him.

'And that sound means 'stop fucking around and put me out of my misery already', Harry. Remus can be very impatient…'

Remus growled low in his throat. 'Padfoot, I swear to Merlin…'

The implied threat in Remus' voice worked, Sirius reaching out for Harry's hand and with no further ado, he wrapped it around Remus' large, hard cock.

Feeling the smooth, hot skin in his curved palm nearly sent Harry over the edge and he took a moment to draw in a calming breath. Sirius closed his hand around Harry's and started to move it in long, firm strokes.

'He likes it slow and teasing then fast and furious usually, but now…' He looked down at Remus who was arching his back and biting his lip as he watched them. '…it isn't going to take much to finish him.'

'Will you stop fucking talking?'

The words sounded as though they were forced out through gritted teeth as Remus glared at Sirius. The brunette nodded, realising Remus had reached the limits of his tolerance, then took his hand off Harry's.

'Do it, Harry. Finish him.'

Harry's eyes widened then he looked down at Remus, who was almost oozing raw need, and felt a surge of power. He leaned over and crushed his lips to Remus', his hand working fast on the other man's cock. It was awkward at first - different to fisting himself - but after several strokes, he developed a smooth rhythm. His own member screamed out for attention and he ground himself against Remus' bony hip as he swallowed the desperate moans and whimpers the werewolf was emitting.

Suddenly, Remus stiffened under him and Harry saw his eyes snap open to stare at Sirius, who was seated at the end of the bed. His whispered, 'Gods, Harry!' preceded a flood of warmth over Harry's hand and Remus, eyes fixed on Sirius, jerked convulsively underneath the younger man for several seconds before finally falling back onto the mattress, completely limp.

'Fuck!'

Remus closed his eyes now as he tried to catch his breath and Sirius moved back to Harry's side, his face flushed, eyes glazed with arousal. He reached out and took Harry's soiled hand off Remus and raised it to his mouth, licking the younger man's fingers clean. Harry watched him; at first simply stunned by the eroticism of the act, then with an urgent, hungry desire to push Sirius aside and taste Remus...a desire he came close to acting on except that the sight and sensation of Sirius sucking his fingers was so fucking hot. He whined, arousal evident in the tiny noise, and Sirius looked at him, reading his face correctly before indicating Remus' soiled stomach.

'Clean him up, Harry.'

Harry didn't hesitate, didn't think. He immediately dipped his head and licked at the spilt essence on Remus' belly. It was bitter and sharp, but Harry didn't seem to be able to get enough, greedily consuming Remus' seed as if it were his last meal. His chin brushed Remus' soft shaft and Harry couldn't help himself, letting his tongue tentatively swipe over the tip of the other man's spent cock. Remus moaned and Sirius swore, watching as Harry repeated his action before moving fast and pushing the young man over onto his back.

Harry was surprised to find himself pressed into the mattress with Sirius nibbling along his slightly shadowed jaw and muttering feverishly against his skin.

'You like that? Tasting his come? Tasting his cock?'

Harry, breathless, simply nodded and let his eyes roll back in his head as Sirius sucked on his earlobe.

'You want him to do it to you? You want me to do it to you?'

Harry nodded then tried to clear his throat - not completely managing to make his voice sound normal before he spoke.

'I…I want to do it to you too. I want to suck you, Sirius.'

He felt Sirius stiffen then the other man slowly raised his head to stare down at Harry with probing grey eyes before one side of his mouth twitched up in a half-smile.

'Lesson number three then.'


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