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Day Five
December 17th

"Please make sure to wear your sweater to The Burrow tomorrow, dear." his mother kissed his cheek as his father held out her coat, trying to push her across the threshold.

"I will, Mum," he said before turning to his Dad and clapping him on the shoulder.

"And don't over do it on the Firewhiskey tonight, we have to be there early," she turned to the leather couch in which Hugo was occupying, sleeping soundly with long breaths that stretched his torso. "He ok here tonight?"

"Yeah, I think you should have issued that warning earlier," James said behind Albus, who then kissed his mother's cheek as he had and half-hugged his father, who was impatiently trying to move their mother along.

"C'mon Gin, we've taken up enough of their time," he winked before following her out the door, the snow swirling around their now disappearing forms.

"Finally," piped Hugo, who had now stood and began to stretch, groaning loudly as his fingers brushed the ceiling. "I thought they'd never leave."

"I thought you were asleep," said Albus from deep in the kitchen, dishes clattering as water began to splash about them.

"Sure," he said, turning around the corner, his arms wrapping around his torso as his lips touched his neck, "like I could fall asleep before this."

His teeth scraped along the sensitive skin beneath Albus' ear, James appearing from the corner with a grin plastered on his face.

"Starting without me then?"

"Ah, never, dear cousin," Hugo mumbled, his tongue slipping carefully over the brunette's pulse, which beat softly against the warmth of his mouth. "Just merely warming up."

"Sounds like a good idea," he said, his voice almost unnoticeably gravelly with unspent lust, his hands already digging into Hugo's hips, his chest pressed carefully against the boy's back.

Hugo turned Albus in his arms before grabbing his legs and lifting him onto the counter, his bright green eyes wide with anticipation, glazed and glowing with the same ardor that was found in James' voice not but moments earlier.

He smiled before kissing his parted lips softly, tasting of moonlight and innocence as James' own lips pressed very carefully to the nape of Hugo's neck. He shivered as he felt Albus' tongue, James' his own soft mouth working meticulously around the curve of his neck, his hands grasping at the hem of his shirt.

Their hands soon found the zippers and buttons on jeans and discarded the unneeded clothing, which pooled innocently on the floor beside them, their shirts following soon thereafter. James hummed softly against Hugo's ear, his hands now working slowly across his hips and lower, grasping the now hard flesh between his legs.

Hugo gasped as Albus' own hands joined with James', both of their mouths still wonderfully attached to his skin as his back arched, his hips twitching upward. His head spun as they continued their work, tongues and teeth; hands and fingertips.

They alternated between soft caresses and long, slow thrusts of their fists, his voice strained with caught whimpers and throaty moans. Then Albus' hands were gone and James had stopped, his hand curled around the shaft as his other was clutching at his brother's hips, pulling him forward as he slid Hugo deep inside of Albus, both of their voices calling out in the silence.

Hugo threw his head back onto James' shoulder, who's hands were now placed carefully on Hugo's thrusting hips, Albus' back arching and rolling into every moment, causing a groan to sound with every motion.

Then, James' own erection was pressed tightly against Hugo, who then moaned as he slid himself onto the boy's already lubricated cock. All three of them groaned.

It seemed to be a simultaneous motion, their hips connected and rocking, attached. As one withdrew the other surged forward, their heads spinning rapidly as their hands focused on Albus' weeping erection, pulsing in their fingers as James and Hugo stroked him with the same motions Hugo had received, causing a shattering cry to fall from his lips as he came into their hands.

Each followed in time before the all lay spent against each other, panting into skin as sweat set a sheen against their bodies. Then, James' smiled wildly.

"Last one to the bedroom bottoms."

All three of them leapt at lightening speed to the bedroom door.

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Author's Note: So, as some of you know Ricochet featured this pair, which really intrigued my dear Adrien. This one, alone with one other, is for him. I do hope it turned out well enough. I'm kinda worried about this one. I'll post another tonight, and two more tomorrow. Then I'll be on schedule. But please be gentle with this one, I know it kinda sorta sucks, lol. Review! --Delta