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It was a late night in October, and Severus was stumbling out of a pub in Hogsmeade when he was intercepted by Potter and Black.
It was their seventh year, and all three boys had been drinking heavily.
Severus tried to go for his wand, but everything was blurred, and he found himself pinned to a dirty wall.
Potter grinned darkly at him. “Snivellus.”
“Let me go!”
“No way,” Potter said, and gave Black a knowing look.
Black shrugged as if to say, Sure.
“We’ll have to take him somewhere more private.”
Black’s gaze sparked. “The Shack?”
“No, not there!” Severus cried, remembering the wolf. He began to struggle and Potter shoved him harder against the wall.
“It’s not a full moon, you dumb fuck,” Potter growled.
“We can just do it here,” Black said easily. “We know the spells for it, don’t we?”
“Yeah.”
Holding onto Severus by his throat, Potter began to cast Privacy Spell after Privacy Spell.
Severus recognised the magic. It was powerful stuff. Nobody would hear his cries for help.
“I’m going to kill you,” Severus snarled.
“Promises?” Potter said, and then kissed him.
Severus sputtered, taken by utter surprise.
“Merlin, Prongs,” Black laughed.
Potter ignored him as he continued to kiss Severus. Severus did his best to resist, but he made a squeak when Potter managed to lick into his mouth.
As it turned out, Potter was a rather good kisser.
“What does he taste like?” Black said. “Grease?”
“Why don’t you come over here and find out?”
For a moment, Black just frowned deeply, but then he snorted and rolled his eyes. Severus shuddered against the wall as he watched him come closer. He didn’t want to be snogged by Sirius Black, he didn’t, he didn’t—
“Move out of the way,” Black growled, and Potter, laughing, did what he requested.
Then Black was kissing Severus deeply, hungrily, and for some reason, Severus opened his mouth for him, meeting his tongue with his own.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Potter murmured. He reached down to fondle Severus through his robes.
Severus broke away to cry out. The sensation was too much.
He must have been terribly drunk—terribly out of control—because he was beginning to like it.
“I want him to suck me,” Black growled, and shoved Severus to his knees.
“No, no—!” Severus tried to fight again, but Potter grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked his head back.
Potter pressed the point of his wand to Severus’ throat. “Don’t make us hurt you, Snivellus. Even though we all know you deserve it. Is it true you’re a proper Death Eater now?”
“Fuck you!”
Potter yanked his hair again, being brutal. “We’re in control, not you!” To demonstrate this, Potter ripped off Severus’ robes, even shoving down his underpants.
“He’s hard,” Black laughed.
Potter was distracted. He snatched up Severus’ left arm. “What is this?”
“LET GO OF ME!”
“No, shut up.” Potter offered his forearm to Black. “Isn’t this a strange tattoo?”
Black inspected it with a deep sneer on his face. “It must be his Mark or something. Never seen one in person. It’s rather stupid, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, it’s a bit on the nose, isn’t it? A skull and snake. What a bunch of stupid baddies!”
“I’m going to kill both of you,” Severus snarled again.
Potter and Black just rolled their eyes.
“Yeah, yeah, shut up.” Black got his cock out and shoved into Severus’ mouth rather unceremoniously.
Severus choked. He kicked his feet. He tried to writhe but Potter pinned him in place, one hand around his throat, the other still buried in his hair.
Potter held him still as Black fucked his mouth.
“So fucking hot,” Potter moaned.
Black was too busy watching Severus to answer. His grey eyes glinted in the shadows. He was panting.
Don’t like it, don’t like it, Severus told himself sternly, but his body wasn’t listening to him.
Severus did enjoy a fat cock on his tongue.
As if intending to utterly ruin him, Potter knelt beside Severus and grabbed his prick. He stroked him in time with Black’s thrusts.
And it made Severus moan.
Black and Potter barked out laughs.
“Snivellus is a slut!” Black panted.
“Yeah, he is,” Potter said, face so close to his. He began to move Severus’ head on Sirius’ cock, watching his mouth avidly.
“Fuck, I’m coming,” Black grunted. He ordered something remarkable: “Look up at me, Snape. Go on. Meet my eyes. Very good. Don’t stop looking.”
Severus stared up at him as Black painted his face with seed. He didn’t think he’d ever been more turned on in all his life.
I’m broken, he thought, licking up a few salty drops that landed near his mouth.
“Goddamn,” Black sighed, coming down. He eased back but his cock didn’t go soft.
Both boys were staring at Severus as if they couldn’t quite believe their eyes.
“He’s got a big dick,” Potter murmured, still fondling him.
Severus mewled.
“He’s enjoying all this a little too much, isn’t he?” Black said.
“Definitely.” There was a pause. “What should we do to change that?”
Black grinned down at Severus, all menace. “Have you ever been buggered, Snivellus?”
Not saying anything, Severus just glared back.
“Let’s take that as a yes,” Potter laughed.
“Mmm,” Black said, thinking. The sound made Severus quiver in fear—and anticipation.
Then Black began to cast Cushioning Charms on the ground. He laid down and got comfortable.
“Help me get him on my cock,” Black told Potter. “Don’t let him squirm too much.”
“You heard him,” Potter growled, his wand back to digging into Severus’ throat.
But all that wasn’t needed. Severus rather liked the look of Black reclined back, waiting for him. His cock visibly throbbed.
Moaning softly, Severus crawled on top of him, straddling his hips. He rubbed himself against that hard cock, which made Black groan and gaze up at him with a bit of wonder.
“Merlin, he really is enjoying this,” Black murmured.
Potter panted behind them. “Yeah.”
Casting several Lube Spells, Potter guided Black’s cock into him. Severus even eased forward helpfully. Then he sank down on the cock without being forced. He did it slowly, watching Black the whole time.
Black’s eyes rolled back.
Then Severus began to ride him. Desperately.
“Holy fuck,” Potter gasped, breathless.
Black was too taken to say anything. He shook beneath Severus.
Somehow, Severus had managed to turn the tables on them. The power he felt was exquisite. He let himself moan and moan.
Potter yanked him into a messy kiss. Then he spat on his face. “Slut.”
“YES!”
“Get inside him with me,” Black groaned. “He obviously knows what he’s doing.”
“Yes, yes,” Severus moaned.
“Oh, Merlin,” Potter gasped again.
Black barked out another laugh, but it was breathless, quivering. It was obvious he was barely hanging on.
“Please, please,” Severus cried, now grinding down. “I need more.”
“Yeah, okay, I can do what the slut wants, I can,” Potter said, not sounding confident.
Potter scrambled to get into place behind Severus. He urged Severus forward until he was pressed firmly against Black. For a moment, Black just peered into his eyes, then he kissed him, their tongues stroking together, their saliva mingling. They both moaned.
Severus ripped away when he felt the first nudge of Potter’s wet prick. He cried out.
“Fuck, fuck,” Potter groaned, his tip now inside. He was shaking hard, his palms sweaty against Severus’ hips.
“I feel you,” Black whispered.
“I feel you, too,” Potter whispered back.
Then Potter thrust forward, putting his strength into it, forcing Severus’ hole unbearably open.
Severus shouted. Loudly. Wildly. He had never felt such exquisite pain. It was even better than when he’d taken the Mark.
Potter and Black began to move inside him, taking turns to thrust, trying to find a rhythm that worked.
All three of them were panting.
“God,” Severus cried.
“Mmm,” Black moaned, and yanked him down into a kiss again.
As Black ravaged his mouth, Potter took the opportunity to utterly pound into Severus—or at least make the attempt. Everything was so fucking tight.
Severus sobbed into the kiss, which just made Black grope him more. Black found his tongue and sucked on it.
Severus had to rip away again. “I’m coming, I’m coming—!”
Black and Potter moaned deeply. As if reading each other’s minds, they both reached for Severus’ prick. He expected pain but his mouth fell open when he felt them stroke him. Together.
There were two hands on his cock.
And two cocks in his arse.
Throwing his head back, Severus let himself howl. His peak was so intense that it nearly knocked him out. He felt himself erupt against Black’s stomach, his prick jerking with its release, and he squeezed desperately around the boys inside him.
“Fuck, he’s taking me with him,” Black groaned, and he emptied himself too, thrusting and thrusting inside Severus.
Potter moaned and panted harshly. He whispered, “I feel you coming, Padfoot.”
After that, Severus was barely conscious. He was virtual deadweight. He found himself on his back, with Potter buried inside him, utterly using him.
“Take me you perfect slut, take me, take me,” Potter babbled as he finally hit his own peak.
Black was somewhere near, smoking a cigarette. He carded his fingers through Severus’ hair. “I think we should keep him, Prongs. Use him whenever we want. Perhaps we can even try to get that stupid Mark off his arm.”
“Yeah,” Potter panted, still teasing his cock inside Severus.
Severus stared up at the dark night, his eyes barely open. He was strangely content.
“More,” Severus whispered.
Snorting, Black chucked aside his cig and leaned down to take Severus into his mouth, sucking with relish.
Both Potter and Severus moaned loudly. Severus felt how Potter’s cock went rock hard inside him.
Then Potter began to pound him again. As Black sucked him and sucked him.
“YES!” Severus cried out.