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Severus woke up enveloped in a pleasant cocoon of heat. His quarters were rarely this warm in the mornin; the house-elves had probably lit the fireplace in the middle of the night. He stretched out lazily, soaking in the cosy feeling.
The back of his hand made contact with skin.
He retreated in a flash. Upon opening his eyes, he was confronted with the elaborately carved wood panel of a four-poster bed. For a few disorienting seconds he couldn’t place where he was.
That was until Remus—who had apparently been on the receiving end of the accidental grope—made a sleepy noise and inched closer, sliding his arm and leg over Severus’ chest and thighs. On Severus’ other side lay Sirius, sleeping with his mouth open in ungainly fashion.
The events of the previous night flooded back in a dizzying rush. Despite being able to recount word for word the conversation that had led him to their bed, there was something surreal in finding himself huddled between them. It felt like a dream, perhaps because he’d dreamt of it before and always woke up disappointed.
Severus wiggled uncomfortably, suddenly feeling the weight of Remus’ limbs. Remus stirred in response and yawned into Severus’ shoulder. He stilled for a second then carefully extracted his arm and leg from Severus’ body.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to invade your space,” he said.
“If I didn’t want my space invaded I would have slept in the guest room,” Severus replied.
“Fair point.”
Remus propped himself up on one elbow and placed his palm on Severus’ chest, right over his heart. He looked younger with his face relaxed from sleep. His cheek was creased with lines from the pillow and his hair stuck up in different directions like the spikes of a knarl.
Severus realised he was smiling only when Remus smiled back and leaned in for a quick kiss. It was light and uncomplicated, at least in that little moment in time. Severus luxuriated in the feeling, trying to commit it to memory so he could come back to it when things went tits up again.
The springs of the bed whined and Severus' attention was diverted to Sirius, who had turned on his side and was watching them.
“This is the best I’ve slept in a long time,” he said brightly, although the skin under his eyes was still ringed with large purple circles. One night of solid sleep couldn’t nurse him back to good health, but at least his mood seemed improved.
“You don't mind sharing then?” Severus asked and winced at the unintended double entendre.
Sirius didn’t seem perturbed. His eyes were focused on the place where Remus’ hand lay on Severus’ chest.
“No.” He reached out and traced a finger along the outline of Remus’ hand. Severus shivered under the feather-light touch. “It’s bizarre though, isn’t it? I didn’t think this would ever happen.”
“Which part?” Remus asked.
“All of it. Having a lazy morning in bed together. Being together in general, I suppose. The three of us,” he said slowly, as though he was trying out the words. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”
Severus imagined that was the sort of thing lovers normally said to each other, although he didn’t have much to compare to. How was one even meant to respond to such a thing?
“It’s not bad,” Severus agreed, which sent Remus into a laughing fit.
“I bare my heart and soul to you,” Sirius waved a dramatic hand through the air, “and this is how you respond.”
“How would you prefer that I respond then?”
“Well...” Sirius tried to put on a contemplative face, but a sly little smile poked through it almost immediately. “If this was one of my fantasies, you’d be throwing yourself at me right about now.”
This statement, although aimed as a joke, sucked the air out of Severus’ lungs. He’d had an embarrassing number of dreams about Lupin and Black, many of which ended up in unspeakably filthy ways. Somehow it hadn’t occurred to him that they could have fantasised of him too.
“Interesting,” he said, his voice dropping inadvertently. “Perhaps you should tell me a bit more about these fantasies of yours.”
The playful smile slid slowly off Sirius’ face, leaving a look of intense focus behind. “I wouldn’t know where to begin.”
Charming tosser. He was too smooth for his own good.
“Pick one then, don’t keep me in suspense,” Severus said tartly.
“There is one that’s occupied my mind a lot lately,” Sirius said in a casual tone which Severus had heard often enough to recognize as a front. “I’d like to see Remus inside you.”
Remus took in a sharp breath and wrapped his hand around Severus’ forearm.
Truthfully, this wasn’t something Severus had thought about. He wasn’t sure he’d enjoy it. It seemed too… invasive. Sirius liked it well enough though; he’d taken Severus’ cock readily, writhed under him, pushed into him. The memory of Sirius’ rapturous face flashed through Severus’ mind, sowing a little seed of intrigue.
“What do you like about it?”
Sirius contemplated the question for a moment, eyes roaming over the wood panel above them.
“It’s the kind of feeling you can lose yourself completely to.” Sirius turned to face Severus. “The thought of seeing you let go and let Remus take care of you is…” He cupped Severus’ face and moved closer on the pillow until their faces were only inches apart. “Appealing. To say the least.”
Remus’ breathing lost its rhythm. He bit into his lower lip to hold back from saying something, but it was clear enough that the idea did something to him.
That was enough of an incentive for Severus. He turned onto his side and scooted backwards towards Remus. The coarse hair of Remus’ chest scratched pleasantly against the skin of Severus’ back. Remus’ cock, hot and heavy, nestled between the cheeks of Severus’ ass through the thin material of their underwear.
Remus made a deep sound that vibrated through Severus. His hand unclenched around Severus’ forearm and moved gently up to his shoulder.
“Are you sure about this? We don’t have to rush.”
Severus threw Remus the most scathing look he could muster through his own budding arousal. “If I don’t want to do something, you’ll know.”
“Noted,” Remus said and proceeded to pull Severus apart piece by piece like a bloody Jenga tower until he crumbled and fell in a messy pile.
First, Remus stroked the rim of his ass with the pad of his thumb until Severus shifted from merely curious to shamelessly demanding. Then he stretched him out with fingers, which briefly confirmed the suspicion about penetration being too invasive, but the concern was promptly erased when Remus held his knee up and began sliding into him with an excruciatingly slow tempo, as though he wasn’t trying fuck him but to caress something inside of him, except that caress was unlike anything Severus had ever felt before. It built up a sweet pressure inside him that slowly grew until it was inhabiting his entire body and squeezing undignified gasps out of him.
At the same time, Black laid a series of light licks over and around the head of Severus’ cock, which kept him steadily on the edge of pleasure for long past he lost coherent thought. He was looking up at Severus the entire time, drinking in his every reaction with satisfaction that verged on evil. Only once Remus and Severus were tumbling down the edge of pleasure together did Sirius fully take Severus into his mouth and sucked on his cock like he was trying to suck the life forces out of him.
Severus tried to avenge himself later by replicating the same leisurely speed on Sirius but it only lasted a few strokes before Sirius was coming all over the sheets, holding on to Severus for dear life.
Remus didn’t slip out of him right away. He wrapped one strong arm around Severus' chest and pulled their sticky, sweaty bodies even closer together in an embrace while Sirius kissed him lazily, hooking Severus’ leg over his hip. Their softening cocks snuggled against each other between their abdomens. For someone who’d been a stranger to intimacy for so many years, being on the receiving end of it came surprisingly easy. It should have been suffocating, but it made him feel cherished and safe.
“I know you're not fragile,” Remus muttered against his neck. “I'm just scared we’ll push you away again.”
Although he struggled to voice that out loud, Severus found the sentiment touching. He reached back and squeezed Remus’ thigh.
“I can’t promise you that won’t happen.” Severus felt like an utter prick for saying it, and even more so upon seeing Sirius grimace. They’d asked for honesty, though, and he was going to give it to them. “But I want to give it my best try.”
Remus’ arm tightened around him before releasing him. He took hold of Severus’ hip and slipped carefully out. The feeling was unpleasant, but it was quickly soothed by a cool cleaning charm and a string of gentle kisses pressed to his spine. When he finally moved away, Severus was relaxed enough to go back to sleep, although Remus had other ideas.
“Right,” he said. “No point faffing about in bed, it must be past noon. I’ll go get the kettle ready.”
He got up and rummaged the wardrobe for fresh clothes. His efforts were rewarded with a scruffy sweater and a pair of faded jeans, which were too short for him.
“Maybe you can make scrambled eggs while you’re at it,” Sirius said with a hundred galleon smile.
The effect of it was lost on Remus, who had just dived in the sweater and was struggling to find his way through. Once he finally emerged through the collar, he aimed a flat glance at Sirius and tidied his mussed up hair. Severus was sorely tempted to mess it up again.
“Make your own eggs, Black,” Severus scoffed and got up to look for his discarded pants.
“Thank you,” Remus said with a grin and handed Severus his shirt. “You hear this, Black? Make your own eggs.”
“I just don’t want to be exposed to your wretched cooking again,” Severus sniffed.
Sirius burst out in laughter. Remus gave Severus the two-fingered salute. “I assume you’ll be making breakfast then?”
“I don’t have much of a choice,” Severus agreed with a long-suffering sigh. “Can’t let you two plonkers run rogue in the kitchen.”
“Twat,” Remus muttered. As he was leaving the room, he poked his head around the door to add, “This better be good.”
They ended up enjoying his omelettes, judging by the relish with which they stuffed large forkfuls into their mouths. After food, Sirius and Severus played two games of chess. Remus immersed himself in a Muggle book and emerged from it only occasionally to help out Severus, who found himself outplayed both times. Even the sporadic prickles in Severus’ mark couldn’t dampen his mood. He was content. He felt cared for. He felt safe, for now.