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This is basically leading off of the back end of the last chapter, just a couple of hours later. This is set around three in the morning, while the last chapter was around nine the previous night, or just a bit before that.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Harry Potter and/or Harry Potter adjacent. Enjoy.
Draco POV
It was just after three in the morning and Evie had been sleeping, consistently, for over five hours, after drifting off, curled into Blaise's neck, which proved to us that she was coming out the back end of her Heat period. Blaise and I were sat on the edge of the couch, having shuffled out of bed a few hours earlier, unable to actually sleep. The knowledge that Evie was unconscious, in her most vulnerable state, set the two of us on edge, and the mere possibility that someone - an enemy, another dominant, another creature, another person - could stroll in and hurt her, while we were all a little come-drunk and sloppy, made sleep almost impossible. I made Blaise a cup of coffee - that sharp, nutty smelly broth that Evie can't seem to go a morning without - and we cuddled. After spending some much time focused on Evie, on making her feel good, on keeping her floating on a cloud of delirium and glee, on making her come over and over and over until she couldn't even flex her toes, I just wanted to spend some time with Blaise. Not that I didn't love Evie with every ounce of my being, no, never that; I just missed having Blaise to myself for a moment.
He threw his arm over my bare shoulders, his fingers drawing small circles on the meat of my upper back, a charming smirk pulling at his plump lips, and I couldn't help but lean forward and catch his with my own. My tongue probed his mouth, the smooth taste of coffee settling on the back of my throat, and I smiled against his lips. He scoffed, playfully, and nipped at my bottom lip, and said, his voice rough and (God) so sexy, "You think you can go again?"
I licked my lips, and, after taking the still-warm coffee cup from his fingers, I kicked my leg over his waist and slowly settled on his lap, grinding myself against his clothed erection. He wasn't wearing any underwear beneath his sleep pants, and he was shirtless, so, needless to say, I was ready to eat him up. In one bite. I licked along the side of his neck, my teeth nibbling at the tendons on his neck, and I felt his breath brush against the side of my face as he exhaled, heavily. I reached down between our bodies and rubbed along his hard-on, ready to settle between his legs and swallow him down. His grip around my wrist was like iron, and he manoeuvred me, so I was lying on my back, as he loomed over me. His eyes had bled red, I knew that they had before I saw them, and his canines dropped. He was so hungry, and I knew it, I had known it for a while. Evie was incoherent, so she didn't notice when Blaise nipped at the skin around her throat, and she didn't notice when he bit into her wrist or the crook of her elbow when he came inside of her. He couldn't help it, and he tried to take as little as possible, but sometimes, when his thrusts became crazed and too-sharp, to the point where I was sure he would have hurt her, had she not been so wet and debauched. He didn't feel comfortable taking from an unknowing partner, which is why the three of us had discussed it, briefly, beforehand. Still, having Evie so airy made Blaise feel guilty, and I think it just was best for him to get his mind off of that and focus on a very willing and very impatient partner.
Nodding, slowly, I cupped the back of his head with my hands and pulled him close, so his nose rubbed against my neck, and the next thing I knew, his teeth were piercing the column of my throat, and the familiar, sharp pull-pull-pull of his teeth and the strange suction of his mouth and tongue as he drank from me. My eyes crossed as he took from me and his hand, that lay flat against my stomach, shook from the intensity of his feeding. I rubbed along his shoulders, even as my own fingers itched to fall by my sides and I yearned to fade away into the bliss of my own mind. His fingers crept down my stomach, into my pants, and he cupped me, riding with me, as I bucked up, rolling into his warm hold. There was something hypnotic about being fed from, a sensation unlike any other. There were no human words to express just how dizzying it was, how seductive it felt, how empowered he could make me feel. It was pathetic, and I would rather die ten times over than even say it out loud, but I loved having him near me, especially when he was feeding from me. The knowledge that I was doing something useful, something that helped him, made my cock hard and I ached for him.
"Keep going," I sighed, nuzzling against his face, as he pulled away, concern written across his face. His eyes were still red, still stark against his olive skin, and his grip on my cock was starting to distract me. At the thought, my prick jumped in his hand, and he smirked, licking his lips free of my blood, and he curled his fingers tighter around the base of me. He traced his nose along my jaw and I whined, low, in my throat, and he jerked me off. He sighed, an adorable frustrated cleft appearing between his thick brows, as he grumbled, self-deprecatingly, "I'm sorry… I can't quite can't control it. Everything is really... achy."
"Don't care, take all you want," I sighed, grinding my ass against the sofa, rocking into his unyielding, experienced grip. He bit into my skin again, the same spot as before, and I couldn't hold back the noises, no matter how hard I tried. He fed until he was no longer hungry, for blood, and when he pulled back, I still hadn't come yet, but I was close. I was sweating, my forehead was clammy and I clawed at his meaty shoulder, but he just laughed. Cocky prick.
"Fucking arse-hole, come on," I urged, biting down on my lower lip in annoyance. My hips bucked up and his thumb smoothed my hair that fell against my forehead.
He laughed, then, loudly, and I knew whatever monkey that had crawled onto his back, had disappeared, and my Blaise was back. Needless to say, he made me come, hard, with his tongue wrapped around the head of my cock, doing unimaginable things to the sensitive slit, and expertly swallowing all of my come, sucking the rest of me from his fingers. He kissed me deeply, expressing his appreciation and love for me, warmly - for allowing him to feed on me. Honestly, he was always so silly. He didn't have to ask, but, I guess it was nice. It always made me feel like he was thinking about me, and my state of mind, rather than his own hunger. Putting me first. It never failed to make my chest feel warm.
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Four hours later, we were woken up by a nasty surprise. Or a cute one, depends on your perspective. Evie jumped on top of us, as we slept, soundly, on the couch, surprising us. Blaise had fallen asleep behind me, his arm draped over my waist, and the shock of her surprise alone nearly sent me into an early grave. We leaped from the sofa, growling loudly, and she giggled, the little witch, at our silliness. She wasn't nearly as wrecked as I thought she would be, a few visible bruises on her inner thighs, from where I had bitten and sucked at her skin too hard, and her wrists, from where Blaise had to tie her up so she wouldn't hurt herself, and she seemed to have some back ache, in the twinge in her side said anything, but beyond that, she seemed okay. Her wet hair was tied up in one of those cute little buns, and she seemed to have showered and the rest of it, so, with a soft kiss to our lips, she shoved us towards the bathroom.
"We're going to be late," she teased, walking into the bedroom, to get dressed for class. She had been wrapped up in a furry dressing gown with slippers on. How rather domestic.
Blaise and I danced around each other in the bathroom, taking turns in the shower, while the other brushed their teeth, and so forth. We rushed into the bedroom, to see Evie sitting on the neat bed, her ankles crossed, and she was wearing a pair of tights, to hide the kiss-marks on the inside of her thighs. Her collar was buttoned up to the top, and she wore her hair down, with a cute little bow on the side of her head, pinning some of her hair back. I kissed her, lightly, but I didn't expect her to tug on the towel that was tied around my waist, making me jerk to keep it up.
I caught her chin in between my fingers and admonished, playfully, "Naughty. Are yu hungry?"
She rolled her eyes and kissed me, then said, "We can get breakfast, come on, I haven't seen Theo and Pansy for days. I'm a busy lady."
She kissed Blaise on his lips as he pulled on his shirt and left the room, presumably to get her shoes on. We were finished quickly, drying our hair and combing through it, so the tresses lay neatly. Nobody would have guessed from our cool exterior that four hours ago, I was getting the sloppiest head, and yesterday night, Evie had cried her eyes out, sitting in front of the fire, in her underwear, eating plain granola out of a bowl.
She grabbed each of our hands, her feet covered in little booties and a charcoal trench coat over her shoulders, and we left for breakfast. I had never been so happy in my life, surrounded by the love of my mates and the only people I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I kissed Blaise's hand while Evie chatted away, catching his eye, and I saw my own feelings of elation and disbelief reflected in his eyes. He felt the same way I did, about her, about our situation, about everything.
Hey guys! It's been FOREVER, and if any of you are still reading this, you guys are the real MVP!
I really do love this story, and especially the relationship between Blaise and Draco. Of course I appreciate Evie, because she's mine, but I think that having such a close bond before actually romantically bonding with a third is such a great thing. I'm a big fan of poly-amorous relationships, although I've never been in one. I hope that I have done it justice, and if you have any criticism, just message me, and I'll be sure to at least read it. I swear on everything I won't take as long to upload ever again!
(Furthermore, I'm thinking about writing some scenes that take place prior to the beginning of the story, more focused on the relationship between Draco and Blaise, to see how they went from being cautious acquaintances to best friends and finally lovers/husbands. I really do hope you enjoy this!)
Many things have happened since I last left off this story. Uh, I'm an undergrad at university now! I'm in the middle of my first year and I really do, for the most part, love my degree. I've made great friends and I love everything about my campus. It's just really fucking cold in my city right now! Christ, Spring, please, can you help me out here?!
Also, I was made aware of how uncomfortably jealous and possessive Draco (and Blaise to an extent) appear in this story. And I really do wish I had written then in a better, more constructed way. Possessiveness like this isn't healthy and jealousy, which normal and natural, isn't a good enough reason for such controlling ways. I deeply apologise for how I've expressed these traits in my characters and I really do wish I could change it. I started this story when I was (I think) seventeen, and I'm nineteen now, so I've matured a little, and what I'm looking for in a relationship has changed too. This kind of partner is not the kind of person you would want to be with, at all. Looking back, it's so uncomfortable and stifling. From here on out, I'm going to try and show a healthier and more realistic relationship between the three characters and I hope you'll stick with me too!