"If we were gonna have a threesome who would you want it with?"
"Harry Potter." Oliver replied without hesitation, grabbing a shot off the tray to disguise the shake in his hands.
Marcus stared at his husband, who was halfway out of his Quidditch leathers, as he waited for him on the bed. "You're not joking. You want to bugger Krum's husband."
"Oh, piss off, Marc, you know you want him, too."
"Well, of courseā¦there's something very appealing about that situation."
prompt from: anonymous
