The Second Lesson: Submission
Harry looked up from the couch he was sitting on as Blaise entered the Head Boy common room. The raven smiled widely at the Italian, and Blaise's breath caught in his throat at the sight of the beauty on the couch. It took a few moments for the dark-eyed man to gather his thoughts.
"What are you doing, Harry?" he finally asked.
"Potions homework." There was an impatient growl as Harry rattled the parchment in frustration. "I can't seem to get this." Blaise approached the couch, smiling.
"Here, let me help you." He sat beside the viridian-eyed man and they bent their heads together, Blaise explaining concepts that had escaped Harry. After an hour, Harry finally let out a gusty sigh.
"Finished," he growled in relief. Blaise laughed at his antics, putting an arm around the other boy's shoulders. "Where's Draco?"
"He's doing his Head Boy stuff. Come here," Blaise pulled the boy toward him. He twisted himself so he was reclining against the arm of the sofa, legs sprawled on the couch, and coaxed Harry into the vee formed by his spread legs. The ebony-haired boy leaned back against Zabini, and the other boy wrapped his arms around Harry, cuddling him closer. They sat like that for a time, Blaise kissing Harry's neck, his shoulder where he pulled the t-shirt down, his jaw line, his ear. Harry purred in contentment, turning his head every now and then to kiss the Slytherin. That was how Draco found them when he finally entered the room. He smiled at the picture the pair made, and Harry returned the smile with interest. Draco caught his breath, also stunned into silence by the beauty of Harry. He strode toward the pair, struggling not to jump the emerald-eyed boy.
"Not starting without me, are you?" he teased. Harry spread his legs and patted his stomach, urging Draco to join them on the couch. He nestled himself between Harry's legs, leaning back against the boy. Harry wrapped the blond in a strong embrace, cuddling him close and kissing him. The trio sat like this for a small time in companionable silence, kissing and cuddling, stroking and touching, until their arousals became apparent and uncomfortable. Blaise leaned forward and whispered in Harry's ear, making him shiver.
"Are you ready for another lesson?" Harry's arousal grew, poking Draco in the back. The blond turned on the couch, laying on Harry belly to belly, and grinned, licking his lips in anticipation. Harry's green eyes darkened in desire, and he started trembling. Draco stretched forward and suckled Harry's adam's apple, startling a breathy moan from the boy. The blond grinned and levered himself up from the couch, reaching a hand down to help the ex-Gryffindor to his feet. Blaise followed, and they herded the boy to the bedroom, walking stiffly because of the apparent arousal.
"Shower first," Blaise ordered. "We will show you the pleasures of showering together." They led Harry into the bathroom and slowly stripped him, stroking, licking and fondling as they went. By the time they had all of his clothes off, he was a trembling mess. His erection throbbed painfully, and his eyes were glazed. With trembling hands, he began to strip Draco, while Blaise watched. Harry spent some time loving the blond's body, lavishing it with attention until Draco was whimpering. Blaise grinned; the boy learned fast. Blaise stripped himself; he wanted to maintain control of the situation. He turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature until it was satisfactory. The men entered the shower, and Harry stood toward the back of the stall, unsure what to do. Draco gently pulled him forward, sandwiching him between himself and Blaise. Together, they reached for the body wash, Draco working the lather on Harry's front as Blaise worked it on Harry's back. They softly stroked and caressed the boy's body, eliciting moans and mewls of pleasure as they brought him closer to the edge. Draco put body wash into his hand and encircled Harry's erection, slowly fisting it. Harry's knees buckled, and Blaise grabbed him from behind, supporting him. The raven felt the Italian's erection caressing his channel, and he moaned lustily while Draco continued to use the soap to stroke Harry to orgasm. Blaise's fingers, also soap-covered, stroked inside Harry's crack, circling his opening, pressing on it and slightly breaching. Harry moaned at the feeling, the sensations cascading along his nerve endings, turning him into Jell-O. He screamed as he came, the intensity of the release causing dark spots to swim before his eyes for many minutes. When he finally came down, he opened his eyes and looked at the blond in front of him. Draco's face glowed with pleasure at Harry's satisfaction, and Harry leaned forward into the spray, kissing the blond slowly and thoroughly, reaching for the boy's erection. Draco danced out of reach, laughing, and turned off the water. Blaise nudged Harry, and the three left the shower stall, Harry still quite shaky. After a brisk drying off with thick, fluffy towels, they led him to the bedroom and to the bed, laying down.
"Today's lesson will be about penetration." At the pronouncement, Harry paled a little. The little bit of finger play in the shower was one thing; actually having a cock in his arse made him more than a little nervous. Draco rubbed the raven's back, soothing away the nerves as Blaise continued. "I will teach you all about preparation. I want you to fuck Draco, and I will fuck you. For now, I will sit back and watch as you use your imagination to pleasure Draco." Harry blushed at the idea of being watched, then he turned his eyes to the blond reclining on the bed and desire and arousal spiked through him again, making him harden. He gave a feral grin as he slowly crawled up the blond's body. He leaned in and kissed Draco slowly, leisurely, stroking his tongue along the other boy's lips before breaching his mouth. The kiss was intense, and had Draco panting harshly when Harry finally pulled back. The brunet smirked and glanced back at Blaise, to see him unhurriedly stroking himself, watching with hooded eyes. Harry looked back at Draco and lowered his head, licking and kissing a trail from the shelf of the blond's jaw down his throat to his chest, where he swirled his tongue around taut, pert nipples, suckling on them and eliciting a wanton moan from the other boy's gorgeous lips. Harry continued laving a trail down the chest and chiseled abs of the blond under him, dipping his tongue into Draco's navel, causing the boy to giggle and growl at the same time. Harry continued his descent, nuzzling the curls surrounding his love's swollen member. Harry ran a tongue from the head to the base of Draco's cock, making the blond scream. Harry suckled Draco's balls, gently rolling and stroking them with his tongue only. The raven's fingers were lightly caressing every inch of skin they could come into contact with, making Draco's body burn with unholy fire.
Harry reached Draco's crack and inhaled, taking in the rich, musky scent that was Draco, before gently spreading the cheeks. Draco spread his legs to make room and Harry lay flat between them, looking longingly at the entrance before him. He leaned forward, his nose grazing the testicles, and dipped a tongue quickly into the hole. Draco jumped at the unexpected contact, giving a gasping shriek. Harry grinned, challenging himself to get as many different sounds from the blond as he could. With that in mind, he leaned forward again and laved the puckered rosette with his tongue, listening to Draco's deep, raspy moan. He leaned up briefly to tell Draco to shut his eyes, then went back to his ministrations.
He scooted closer and leaned forward again, pulling the cheeks farther apart. He wrapped his lips around the hole, and sucked. The sensation was so intense and unexpected that he startled Draco's orgasm from him with a bellow. Draco's eyes snapped wide as his come shot all over his chest and stomach. He trembled in reaction and raised his head, looking at the raven between his legs, shock and desire warring on his face, but deep abiding love in his eyes. Harry raised himself up and crawled forward again, to lick the sticky mess from Draco's skin. He laved the blond's chest and belly, savoring the salty, bitter flavor of Draco's release, his emerald eyes never leaving the silver watching him. As Harry cleaned Draco, Blaise slowly crept up behind the raven and spread the boy's cheeks. Harry jumped at the contact of hands on his arse cheeks, and he tried to pull away. Blaise was having none of it and gripped his hips, holding him in place.
"It's alright, Harry. I just want to give you some pleasure. Relax. I won't do anything that will hurt you unnecessarily." The viridian-eyed boy relaxed, allowing the Italian to continue his exploration. He spread the cheeks and inhaled Harry's scent for a moment. Draco wrapped his hand around Harry's hardened cock to distract him while Blaise's tongue made contact with the raven's rosette. Harry gasped at the dual stimulation of his member and the nerves of his arsehole, and moaned deeply. He started to tremble as the Italian thrust his tongue into Harry's hole, and he leaned his forehead against Draco's, staring deeply into the silver eyes. He reached for Draco's cock, stroking it in time with the blond's strokes on his own member, as Blaise licked his channel from front to back, swirling his tongue around Harry's puckered entrance as he made passes over it. Harry started trembling, and his arms and legs got weaker in the onslaught. Finally collapsing, Harry fell on top of the blond, startling an 'oof' out of him. The brunet blushed furiously, grinning, and rolled off of the body under him.
"Now, Harry, it's time for you to prepare Draco for fucking." Harry's eyes widened a little, and he looked askance at the blond, trepidation in his eyes. Draco smiled reassuringly and reached into the nightstand to retrieve the lubrication and Harry's wand. He handed the tube and wand to Harry, who looked at them with an eyebrow raised. Blaise snickered at the confused expression on the raven's face, and took the wand from his slack fingers. He left the lube for a moment to explain about cleaning spells. Once Harry got the gist of it, the raven tapped Draco's belly gently with his wand, murmuring the incantation and chuckling at the squirmy blond. Blaise then took the lube and began to explain. "You squirt a little on your fingers, like so" the Italian demonstrated, "then, starting with one finger, you slowly insert it into Draco. You are slowly stretching out the muscles so that, when you enter him, you won't hurt him. While you are doing that to him, I'll be doing it to you. Now, up on all fours between Draco's legs and let's get started." Harry complied with the veiled command and squirted some lube on his fingers, smearing it around to make sure they were well coated. He slowly breached Draco's entrance with his index finger, his face scrunched up in concentration. The blond fought hard to suppress the laughter at Harry's expression, and a moan was startled out of him when the finger entered. He arched his back at the sensation, and Harry twisted and flexed the finger inside the boy, his face smoothed out as he allowed himself to really experience the sensation. He barely felt the tap of Blaise's wand on his arse, too intent on Draco's pleasure to pay attention. Suddenly a finger breached his own entrance, and he jerked and yelped in surprise. The discomfort faded quickly as Blaise found his prostate, stroking it gently and causing Harry to quake. The ex-Gryffindor turned his attentions to the boy under him, and he tried in earnest to find that same bundle of nerves, anxious to make Draco feel as good as he was feeling.
"More, Harry," the blond gasped out, his eyes rolled back into his head. Harry inserted a second finger, spreading them apart in a scissoring motion almost on instinct. Blaise took this moment to insert a second finger as well, knowing that Harry was suitably distracted with his attentions to Draco. The emerald-eyed boy grunted at the full sensation, and squirmed a little as the Italian began scissoring his own fingers. Preparations continued for many minutes, Harry enjoying what he was doing to the blond, and beginning to enjoy what was being done to himself.
"Draco is ready, Harry. It's time to lubricate your cock and get started." Harry paled a little, fear very evident in his face. Draco reached up and stroked his cheek softly, smiling in reassurance. Harry slathered his erection and positioned it at the blond's entrance, before he pushed forward slowly and gently. The head of his cock breached the ring of muscles, and the brunet groaned at the tight, hot feel of Draco swallowing him. Harry fought hard not to thrust violently into the boy; instead, he breathed deeply and slowly breached the blond. He waited for a moment, to adjust to the feel of all the tight heat, and Draco flung his arms around Harry, holding him still. Harry felt Blaise shift behind him, and felt the the Slytherin's cock pressing against his own arse. Panic flared inside him, but it was too late as he felt the head of Blaise's erection breach his pucker. The pain was intense, and he whimpered, tears starting to form. Draco reached up and kissed the boy, providing a distraction as Blaise conquered Harry's virginity. The dark-eyed man seated himself firmly within the ex-Gryffindor and waited, allowing Harry's body to adjust to the fullness and discomfort. Harry's body trembled at the invasion, and tears flowed freely as the pain slowly ebbed. Once Blaise felt Harry's muscles relax enough for him to be able to move safely, he reached around the brunet's waist and pulled him up and back against his own chest.
"I'm sorry I caused you pain, Harry. It was unavoidable. It will get better, I promise." Blaise slowly pulled back out of Harry, and Harry pulled from Draco. When the Slytherin thrust back into Harry, his cock brushed the sweet spot within, and Harry howled, thrusting forward in reflex. His own cock also brushed Draco's sweet spot, causing the blond to twist and writhe on the bed. Glassy-eyed, Harry pulled from Blaise's embrace and started moving on his own, thrusting back on the cock behind him, and into the arse in front of him. Harry set up a rhythm that carried both Slytherins along for the ride, and Blaise nearly collapsed at the sensations of Harry's muscles flexing and pulling around him as he moved within Draco. Blaise held lightly on to Harry's hips to keep balanced as the emerald-eyed boy maintained full control of the session. Blaise was the first to come, screaming hoarsely and collapsing onto Harry's flexing back. The feel of the hot seed pouring into his body set off Harry's orgasm, and he groaned into Draco's neck as he came. Draco was still very hard and wanting, and after Harry gathered his wits, he pulled gently from the blond and engulfed his erection in a hot and willing mouth. A few sucks and the blond was rocketing off the bed, screaming and shooting deeply into Harry's throat. Harry licked and sucked the last drops from the blond and collapsed on the bed next to him. Blaise summoned a warm, wet cloth and gently bathed Harry of the sweat and small amount of blood and semen that had dribbled out. He then bathed Draco of the sweat and come, before taking care of himself. He lay on the other side of Harry, and the Slytherins bracketed the boy in love and contentment.
"That was intense," Harry finally uttered. He was hoarse and dry-mouthed, and Draco summoned a house elf, requesting some ice water. Moments later, the three were enjoying refreshing glasses of sparkling water with lime as they leaned against the massive headboard. Harry squirmed a little as his arse twinged, and Blaise grimaced an apology to the boy. Viridian eyes lit up as the boy smiled at his lovers. "Blaise, it's ok. I understand that there would be pain with the first time. That was incredible, and I can't wait to do it again." Both Slytherins smiled gently at the raven, already anticipating another round. Harry slowly crawled off the bed and into the bathroom, running a shower. He poked his head out the door, invitation evident in his green eyes. The other two boys on the bed looked at him for a moment, then leapt off the bed, anxious to join him. They played in the shower for a while, until someone's stomach made it known that they hadn't eaten yet. Drying off, they dressed in pajama bottoms and t-shirts and went to the common room.
Harry summoned an elf, who brought them a feast, and the boys spent a companionable silence working their way through the food. When finished, Harry beckoned the other two to the couch by the fire. They looked at him, knowing by the look on his face that he had something on his mind.
"Blaise," the boy began, "I've noticed that you seem to take charge of all the situations; that you seem to be the one in control. Why is that?"
"Well, in my relationship with Draco, I am the dominant, and he is submissive to me. I just naturally assumed that I would be dominant in the relationship I have with you as well."
"But, I seem to be submissive to Draco, as well. Knowing what my past is, and what I've had to do, why would I naturally submit to the both of you?"
"Well Harry," Draco piped in, "maybe you're looking for someone to be in charge. Maybe you need someone else to be in control now. You've sacrificed so much to the wizarding world, without anyone there to take care of you when you most needed it. You want to be taken care of now; cherished and loved. There's nothing wrong with that, as long as you understand why you need this, and that you're with people who won't abuse you for it." Harry pondered the blond's words for a time, and the Slytherins let him. They knew that, in order for the relationship to work, each one had to understand their role in it. They sat back and allowed Harry to understand his role in the relationship. He stared into the fire, running the words through his mind. Am I happy like this? I feel safe, loved, taken care of. I like to submit to them, to surrender to them. I know I'm not giving up my free will or independence. I'm just allowing someone else to be in charge of me; allowing someone else to make decisions and guide me. I trust them not to hurt me or guide me wrongly. I'm free. Free of obligations, expectations, burdens. Someone else can shoulder them now. Taking a deep breath, he said the words he'd never expected to come from his lips, but he'd been dying to say since he entered the wizarding world.
"I accept," he said quietly. "I submit; I surrender."