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gin_tonicTitle: Birthday Wishes – Part 2
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me_midget
Written for:dreamingjewel, who bought this series at Fandom Aid and wished for Harry/Severus/Kingsley
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape/Kingsley Shacklebolt
Word Count: 6x100 (…100 for the most part)
Warnings: threesome
A/N: Second part of the drabble series! Hooray! Hope you like it!
First part: Find it here
The party wound down, but Harry didn't want to leave, not just yet. A fresh lager appeared in front of him without him having to ask and Harry smiled as he listened to Kingsley re-enactment of a meeting with the Finnish Mister of Magic. Vaguely he registered people saying their goodbyes and that noise in the pub ebbed away.
Harry didn't miss the look between Kingsley and Snape, though, as Kingsley took a sip of his whiskey. And he thought he knew what it meant. As Kingsley put his drink down, Harry moved and captured Kingsley's lips with a kiss.
******
"You're fast on the uptake, Potter," Snape said from across the table as Harry moved back. Harry couldn't help but blush. Snape turned towards Kingsley. "Happy with your birthday present?"
Harry knew he had two possibilities here. Play coy and let the evening wind down, or to plunge on and get something he very definitely wanted. "I hope that was just the start of whatever birthday present you two had in mind."
Kingsley laughed out loud. "Definitely."
Harry cocked an eyebrow at Snape. "But just how do you think it was you who gave me as a present to Kingsley?"
******
"I knew you'd come over to talk." Snape shrugged. "Once I had your attention…"
"Did you also know that I had a crush on you for a good long while now?" Snape's flustered look told Harry all he needed to know.
"Well, this is just getting better and better!" Kingsley grinned widely at the two of them.
"You don't mind sharing?"
"I am actually very partial to the idea." And before Harry knew what was happening, Kingsley had leant over the table kissed Snape hungrily. Afterwards, he pulled Harry up. "See you at my place," he said any Disapparated them.
******
Kingsley's flat was spacious, the furniture dark and expensive looking. Yet there was this old uniqueness that wizards' flats always had to them – and a huge amount of cosiness.
Harry only had seconds to take it all in before Kingsley drew Harry to him and kissed him. It was all too easy to get lost in the heat of his kisses – Harry didn't notice that Snape had even arrived until Snape put his hand on the back of Harry's neck. Possessively, Snape pulled Kingsley away from Harry and captured his lips in a kiss. His hand never left Harry's neck.
******
Harry had never thought this would happen. He'd played it through in a wank-fantasy, surely, but he'd never thought something like this might actually come true for him. And that – that surge of incredible, impossible happiness – was about all he could think on the topic, before Kingsley found his prostate and he couldn't think anymore.
Lips around Snape's surprisingly big dick, arse up in the air with Kingsley's cock pushing hard into him, Harry sucked and moaned and slurped all in one. Snape fisted his hand in Harry's hair and when Harry moaned again, whatever restraint Snape had had broke and he fucked Harry's face.
Kingsley reached around and took Harry's dick in his hand, moving in sync with his own movements. And then it all became too much –Kingsley's hand on him, his cock in Harry's arse, and the knowledge he was making Snape lose control – and Harry came, hard.
******
Afterwards, they lay in bed, tangled between the sheets. Snape languidly stole a kiss from Harry, before Kingsley took over.
"All good?" Kingsley asked.
Harry smiled broadly. He couldn't say when he'd last been fucked this good. "Yes, very." He stretched and sighed happily. "I hope you enjoyed your birthday present."
"I certainly did." Snape summoned a bottle of Scotch and three glasses, all of which hovered above them before he decided to pluck them out of the air. "Nightcap?"
Kingsley raised his glass to the two of them. "To a perfect birthday night. And to doing this again… often."
******
The End
Author:
me_midgetWritten for:
dreamingjewel, who bought this series at Fandom Aid and wished for Harry/Severus/KingsleyRating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape/Kingsley Shacklebolt
Word Count: 6x100 (…100 for the most part)
Warnings: threesome
A/N: Second part of the drabble series! Hooray! Hope you like it!
First part: Find it here
The party wound down, but Harry didn't want to leave, not just yet. A fresh lager appeared in front of him without him having to ask and Harry smiled as he listened to Kingsley re-enactment of a meeting with the Finnish Mister of Magic. Vaguely he registered people saying their goodbyes and that noise in the pub ebbed away.
Harry didn't miss the look between Kingsley and Snape, though, as Kingsley took a sip of his whiskey. And he thought he knew what it meant. As Kingsley put his drink down, Harry moved and captured Kingsley's lips with a kiss.
"You're fast on the uptake, Potter," Snape said from across the table as Harry moved back. Harry couldn't help but blush. Snape turned towards Kingsley. "Happy with your birthday present?"
Harry knew he had two possibilities here. Play coy and let the evening wind down, or to plunge on and get something he very definitely wanted. "I hope that was just the start of whatever birthday present you two had in mind."
Kingsley laughed out loud. "Definitely."
Harry cocked an eyebrow at Snape. "But just how do you think it was you who gave me as a present to Kingsley?"
"I knew you'd come over to talk." Snape shrugged. "Once I had your attention…"
"Did you also know that I had a crush on you for a good long while now?" Snape's flustered look told Harry all he needed to know.
"Well, this is just getting better and better!" Kingsley grinned widely at the two of them.
"You don't mind sharing?"
"I am actually very partial to the idea." And before Harry knew what was happening, Kingsley had leant over the table kissed Snape hungrily. Afterwards, he pulled Harry up. "See you at my place," he said any Disapparated them.
Kingsley's flat was spacious, the furniture dark and expensive looking. Yet there was this old uniqueness that wizards' flats always had to them – and a huge amount of cosiness.
Harry only had seconds to take it all in before Kingsley drew Harry to him and kissed him. It was all too easy to get lost in the heat of his kisses – Harry didn't notice that Snape had even arrived until Snape put his hand on the back of Harry's neck. Possessively, Snape pulled Kingsley away from Harry and captured his lips in a kiss. His hand never left Harry's neck.
Harry had never thought this would happen. He'd played it through in a wank-fantasy, surely, but he'd never thought something like this might actually come true for him. And that – that surge of incredible, impossible happiness – was about all he could think on the topic, before Kingsley found his prostate and he couldn't think anymore.
Lips around Snape's surprisingly big dick, arse up in the air with Kingsley's cock pushing hard into him, Harry sucked and moaned and slurped all in one. Snape fisted his hand in Harry's hair and when Harry moaned again, whatever restraint Snape had had broke and he fucked Harry's face.
Kingsley reached around and took Harry's dick in his hand, moving in sync with his own movements. And then it all became too much –Kingsley's hand on him, his cock in Harry's arse, and the knowledge he was making Snape lose control – and Harry came, hard.
Afterwards, they lay in bed, tangled between the sheets. Snape languidly stole a kiss from Harry, before Kingsley took over.
"All good?" Kingsley asked.
Harry smiled broadly. He couldn't say when he'd last been fucked this good. "Yes, very." He stretched and sighed happily. "I hope you enjoyed your birthday present."
"I certainly did." Snape summoned a bottle of Scotch and three glasses, all of which hovered above them before he decided to pluck them out of the air. "Nightcap?"
Kingsley raised his glass to the two of them. "To a perfect birthday night. And to doing this again… often."
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Date: 2013-06-02 06:33 am (UTC)