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This was how she managed to hear the clatter of unsteady footsteps on the short dock out into the lake, a surprised ‘oh shit’ of a male voice that she should have recognized as familiar, and a large splash of water. She paid it little mind. The students were wont to horse around near the Black Lake and fall in all the time. There was the sound of splashing and she assumed whoever it was that had fallen in was swimming back to shore.

“Effie,” someone called and she quickly closed her book, scanning around her to find one Ominis Gaunt standing at the end of the dock and facing her. “Effie, come here quickly.”

She shot up, dropping her book and jogging over to where Ominis was. A stronger gust of wind blew the hat from her head, but she cared little as she watched someone floundering in the water, unable to discern who it was amongst the waves and splashes.

“Sebastian’s just fallen in,” he told her and she glanced to the water, now able to see the dark chestnut head of hair bobbing up and out of the water then dunking back in, “and he can’t swim.” Her hands were on her vest, unbuttoning it with hasty hands. She shucked it off and tossed it to the side as she broke into a run toward the end of the dock.

There was a moment where her sharp tongue wanted to ask why he didn’t jump in but she quickly remembered that Ominis couldn’t exactly see where he was swimming. It could prove even more dangerous for him than it could be for Sebastian. There was another moment when she was sprinting off toward the end of the dock, bottoms of her stockings snagging and ripping open on a few rougher, newer planks, when she realized that his tone wasn’t exactly…panicked. There was something even calm or bored about the way he had spoken to her.

What was more concerning to her as she drew closer to the edge of the dock, was that Sebastian had seemingly stopped fighting or, worse still, something had pulled him under, as there was just a trail of bubbles breaching the surface that let her know where he was.

Effie didn’t give herself another moment to consider Ominis’ tone as she was diving gracefully off the end of the dock and into the water, slick as a seal as she broke through the surface of the water. Despite her upbringing in the Highlands, where the lakes and streams were always so cold from the waters rushing down from the mountainsides into the glens, she had taken to swimming like a fish. The water of the lake surrounding Hogwarts was no exception to this, still icy cold from the winter just barely passed. Her muscles attempted to seize from how frigid it was suddenly against sun warmed skin, but she fought it. Tannin-rich water rushed around her ears and she found herself in the underwater domain of the Black Lake, sending up a thought or two to Merlin, Morgana, or whoever else may be listening to let her not encounter a merfolk or the Giant Squid.

Though it was fresh water, when she cracked her eyes open to spy Sebastian, it stung a bit. And though it was clear, clean water, it was dense and nearly impossible to see past her hands even with the full force of the sun beaming down onto the surface. Seconds felt like minutes as she kicked her arms and legs in tandem, cutting through the water like a minnow. With no visual reference for how far she’d dove spare the slowly dimming sunlight, it almost felt like she was swimming in place.

That’s when she saw it. A flash of a pale freckled hand, limp and stretched upwards in a silent plea for rescue. She swam further down, acutely aware of the sound of snaps and clicks around her that sounded like it was being produced by some thinking creature rather than just the water and vegetation itself. Effie would deal with that if she had to. A sleeve unveiled itself from the thick, midnight blue and brown water, then a shoulder and a torso. He was heavily shadowed by this point, almost in too deep for the sunlight to pierce the mineral rich water, but she could see his eyes were closed, expression relaxed as if he were merely sleeping.

How long had it taken her to get to this depth? Surely not enough for him to reach unconsciousness…

She pushed the logic of her mind aside as she swam down deep enough to latch an arm firmly around his torso, crushing his back into her chest as she started the long, arduous maneuver upward to the surface. By the time the water lightened enough for her to see those same cottony clouds, overhead floating by leisurely and unaware of her plight beneath the wrinkling surface of the water, her lungs were aching for air. Who would have thought that hauling the dead weight of a teenage boy could have been so taxing on her body?

When she breached the water, she gasped in air, muscles aching with the attempt to keep the two of them afloat and to keep warm. The warm air that licked at the wet skin of her face reminded her of just how cold the water was as she struggled her way over to the shoreline. By this time, a small crowd of students had gathered at the rocky banks of the loch, watching eagerly despite Ominis’ best attempts to wave them away and assure them that Effie had things under control; another thing that had what little brain power she had left that was not concerned with getting Sebastian to shore thought was quite odd indeed.

He grew heavier the more she pulled him from the water and she struggled alone to wrap her hands under his arms and haul his limp body onto the slick pebbles of the shore. Murmurs broke out around them, but she cared little of them as she fell to her knees, dripping with icy cold water and assessed him. His chest was still and he showed no signs of rousing. The warm, Spring breeze brushed past her cold wet, skin, but she was certain that was not why she shivered.

She did not want to face down Death again. Not so soon after what had transpired with Professor Fig, Ranrok, Solomon Sallow, and Rookwood. What had only been two months had felt both like a lifetime and a blink of an eye. She would not let someone else die while she could help it.

What was it that old French medical book had said? Merlin, it had been so long ago since she’d read it and the details were so fuzzy. Sebastian had offered it to her as a joke when she proved her skills as a healer had been lacking. He’d said something about “doing things the Muggle way then, since her wand was made for dueling alone.” If only she could remember…

Mouth-to-mouth was a way to rouse a drowning victim, breathing into the lungs of another to get them to purge the water in the lungs before breathing on their own; had that been it?

Trying to calm her own breathing, she dove in headfirst—again—to trying to resuscitate Sebastian. Had she had a previous four years of schooling at Hogwarts, she might’ve known a spell to take care of this situation, but her mind had gone blank of anything sparing that simple little anecdote in the book Sebastian had lent her.

So, she plugged his nose with one hand, tilted his chin upward in the other, and without even thinking about it, she sealed her mouth over his and blew into his mouth gently. Out of the corner of her eyes, she watched his chest rise as she breathed into it. After a few moments of breathing into him, she pulled away, still fighting to catch her breath and watching over him.

Effie could vaguely hear the murmuring of the students around her, could feel their eyes peering at her, but she paid them no mind as she repeated the previous motion of pressing her mouth back to his, breathing gently into his lungs, and then pulling back when she needed to breath in air herself.

“Se-Sebastian,” Ominis questioned, sounding closer than the other voices around her. He actually had started to sound concerned as well. Something about hearing his worry only further incited her own.

“C’mon, Sebastian,” she murmured before lowering her mouth to his again and breathing in.

In moments of extreme duress, Effie knew she had a tendency to let her mind wander. Not to the detriment of the situation, of course, but she would have these odd little passing thoughts that would typically prove to temper the stress a bit. She realized it her first foray with a Ashwinder. She’d clearly one the duel but had the fleeting thought of how she liked one of their overcoats…but then grimaced mentally at the thought of having to pull it from their lifeless body.

The first thought she had the third time she pressed her mouth to his was: ‘His lips are remarkably soft.’ The second thought she had came swiftly after the first: ‘Does this count as a kiss? This doesn’t feel like it counts as a kiss.’ They’d done a dance around each other ever since that first day in Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom when she’d shown remarkable natural talent and knocked him onto his arse. While things hadn’t been the same as they had been—the word ‘ignorant’ has a way of making Effie’s eyes sting and well up—they were slowly patching up what that fateful night in Feldcroft had rent in pieces. And it certainly didn’t change how she felt about him.

To say Effie had a crush on him, despite everything, was underselling it by a long shot. Her willingness to do anything for him, to feel like she needed to be in his orbit to the detriment of her own happiness, scared her more than most things. The need to save his life was at the forefront of her mind, but at the back of it? She had her mouth on Sebastian Sallow’s. That was panic-inducing in itself.

Panic welled in her a bit when he didn’t seem to be rousing to the way she was breathing in. He was stiff as a stone beneath her, motionless and seemingly unreceptive.

What if she couldn’t save him?

Should she pull away and get one of the students to go grab a professor?

Should she keep going until she couldn’t?

Her thoughts came to a screeching halt when she felt the slight suction of a breath in against her mouth and she flew back and away from him, wide-eyed and trembling as she stared down at him. There was a flush to his cheeks beneath the scattering of freckles on his fair, olive skin. He was drawing a frantic breaths of air, chest rising and falling quickly as he stared up at Effie.

Then…he calmed suddenly—eyes locking on hers—and a broad, bright grin curled his plush mouth and those mossy brown eyes crinkled at the edges mischievously. She gaped like a fish out of water above him, mouth opening and closing as her thoughts suddenly became as sharp as can be and realization dawned on her.

Sebastian slowly pushed himself to sit, soaking wet clothes clinging to him like a second skin, still grinning wickedly over at her. The grin felt like a punch to the gut, leaving her breathless for more than one reason. But sheer, unadulterated anger won over everything else.

“Ah, the Hero of Hog-”

SLAP.

His head snapped to the side with the force with which she’d reeled back and slapped him. There was a chorus of ‘ooo’s and gasps around the two of them. She also could have sworn she heard Ominis stifle a rather uncouth sounding snort behind clearing his throat as if pollen was getting to him. Sebastian’s eyes were wide as he cradled the perfect, red imprint of her hand on his cheek, turning back to face her and looking a fair deal scared by just how angry she was.

“Do you know how frightened I was for you?” She asked. She wasn’t screaming at him. No, her Scottish brogue was low, quivering as it left her through clenched teeth. “I thought you were going to die.”

“Glad to see you care for me,” he murmured numbly, massaging his still-stinging cheek.

“Of course I care for you, you bleeding numpty,” she barked, voice growing in volume. “Though that opinion may change after this stunt, Sebastian.” He had the audacity to look sheepish, slowly lowering his hand to rest back on it as his grin slowly began to return to his features.

“Hey, can you blame me for trying?”

“Trying what?” Effie was not in the mood for playfulness, eyes hard beneath wet eyelashes and brows.

“Trying to get a kiss from you,” he said, leaning in a bit to her. She reeled back like she was about to smack him again despite the butterflies that were fluttering around in her stomach. Her Scots temper was roiling at the thought of him playing such a cruel joke; worrying her like that—who did he think he was? “Hey. HEY.” He cowered back a bit, leaning back and lifting his hands up in surrender. “I guess my methods were a bit…rash, I’ll admit.”

“ ‘Rash?’ ‘RASH?’ Do you ever THINK, Sebastian? Do you?” She was snapping at him now, cheeks flush with anger. He merely stared over at her, blinking steadily against the water dripping into his eyes from his hair. He dared not move, pinned to the spot by her eyes. She was breathing heavily through her nose, like a bull seeing red, and Sebastian suddenly realized just how intimidating the Hero of Hogwarts could be when angered.

Effie’s tunnel vision closed in. She forgot about the crowd watching them eagerly. She forgot about how Ominis had reacted initially. She forgot about the bloody Black Lake behind her and the soft sound of the waves lapping against the shore to her back.

What she didn’t forget was that candle of hope she held in her chest that Sebastian Sallow might one day feel as she did. He’d wanted to kiss her. He’d orchestrated this whole terrifying ruse…just to get her to notice him. The air squeezed itself from her lungs like she’d been punched, head tipping back with a twitter of a laugh as she shook her head.

“You unbelievable arsehole,” she murmured, the venom leaving her tone all of a sudden. Sebastian thought that might’ve been scarier than her ire.

“Look…Effie…I’m sorry…”

“Shut up,” she told him with a wry twist of her lips as she lowered her gaze from those fluffy white clouds overhead back to his. There was a glimmer there that wasn’t there before, not of mischief or of fear—it was a mirror image of what she’d cradled in her chest since that damn duel on one of her first days at Hogwarts. Hope. “You’re an idiot.”

“Yeah, I know.” He still looked sheepish, but there was a wavering grin curling at that blasted mouth of his. Her eyes darted between his before latching onto that infuriating grin of his.

Effie hadn’t been sorted into Gryffindor. She wasn’t brave or courageous. But she did what it took to get the job done, so to speak. It was why she was sorted into Slytherin instead. It was this mentality, this stubbornness to succeed, that drove her next move. If he wanted to initiate something, by Merlin, she’d be the one to see it finished. She suddenly lunged forward, hand grasping a handful of soaking wet dress shirt and using that to pull his mouth towards hers. A surprised sort of noise left him only moments before she crashed into him.

If the crowd around her reacted, she couldn’t have cared less. Not with the way he quickly reacted to purse his mouth against hers. She could feel his grin, victorious and serpentine, against her own mouth as his hand reached up to cradle the side of her neck, still cool and damp from the lake water. Effie channeled a bit of that lingering anger into the kiss—she could tell she surprised him by the way he struggled to keep up with the melding of her mouth against his over-and-over.

This felt infinitely better than how his lips felt against hers as she tried to resuscitate him and the butterflies in her stomach did somersaults as his tongue licked into her mouth. She hummed against the kiss and allowed it for a moment before pulling away. The butterflies yelled at her, telling her that they weren’t ready to stop their victory dance so soon. When she cracked her eyes open, she found Sebastian watching her with a pleasant, dazed look on his features, still leaning forward eagerly.

Effie let out a quiet laugh, using the hand on his chest to shove him back gently and he continued to grin dopily over at her.

“Next time just ask me on a date like a normal person,” she murmured, slowly beginning to rise to her feet.

“And miss out on the thrill of your concern for me? Not a chance.” Effie offered Sebastian a damp hand up and he took it, rising to his feet.

“You owe me big time, Sallow,” she threatened playfully, only halfway realizing that she hadn’t dropped his hand as the two of them slowly walked back over to where she’d been sat reading before.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you, I swear,” he murmured.

Ominis lingered behind, facing the two of them with a warm expression on his features, arms crossed casually over his chest. There was the sound of footsteps to his right and the shuffling of coins.

“Well…I guess that’s that.” Imelda Reyes’ sounded extremely put out. Ominis merely extended out the palm that was not holding his wand towards her and she slapped two large galleons into it with a scoff. “Here. So you can’t say I don’t uphold my word.” Ominis rubbed a thumb over the stamping on the front, gave a hum of approval, then slipped them into his waistcoat pocket.

Phoebe rolled her right shoulder a bit, pressing the heel of her palm to it to massage out where it had grown painfully tight to the point where her fingertips were tingling from something pressing up against a nerve. It was better now that the Quidditch Game was over, but that was about the only thing that felt good.

The bludger, one which both her Beaters and herself failed to see careening in her direction, had cost her the Snitch, and ultimately, the damn game for Ravenclaw. Defeat felt sour in her gut, not liking the idea of being fallible and prone to error. Thankfully, the physical pain of having a ball of iron covered in dragon-skin leather smash into one’s shoulder and then just barely being able to right her broom before it hit the ground as it set her once straight course pointed straight into the middle of the Pitch kept her from thinking about it too much in front of the whole school.

It wasn’t until Madam Blainey had assessed her for any injuries and deemed she was relatively unharmed—after giving her shoulder once over and apply a salve Phoebe didn’t care to learn the name of to quell bruises—but slid her an Elixir to Induce Euphoria with a knowing look in her eyes that the reality of what had happened sunk in. Her face must have read just how upset and angry she was at the situation if it was bad enough for the normally-stern matron of the Infirmary to tend to the invisible wounds of losing a rather important Quidditch match. They weren’t out of the running for the Quidditch cup just yet, but the loss didn’t help them at all either.

The trek back to the castle was a cold one and the tiniest of flurries had just begun to fall. Because of that, the evening seemed particularly dark because of the thick clouds that hung almost to the tops of the mountains around the school. It wouldn’t take reading tea leaves or looking into a crystal ball for someone to predict that everything would be more than likely be covered in a layer of snow come morning.

With that, there came a bit more levity to her situation. She hadn’t seen snow in years, between being kept at Beauxbatons during their temperate winters and only returning to England for summer trips. Perhaps the idea of waking up and being able to crunch through the snowfall would give her something nice to wake up to instead of the disappointment of loss.

Phoebe tried her hardest not to be a perfectionist when it came to these sorts of things, but it’d been a pressure laid heavily upon her shoulders since her parents realized she wasn’t going to turn out to be a pureblood squib at the tender age of seven. Failure of any sort felt like a poor reflection of her capabilities and a poor reflection of the image her parents wanted to project of her. Which she’d already well-and-truly tarnished by holding looser morals than most when it came to bedroom activities, but still…there was something that felt so difficult to overcome failing at something she enjoyed so much.

She wasn’t good enough to pursue a professional career in Quidditch, no, but it was perhaps the idea that this last scrap of something she did as a grab at freedom before she graduated and had to contend with what her father expected of her as an adult that made this more difficult to stomach.

As she pushed open the large wooden doors at the front entrance of the school, she took a few steps in and paused as the cool air rushed to a stop behind her as the door closed. Her gaze darted to the stairs as she was struck with the awful thought that she’d probably be able to hear the Gryffindor celebrations from her dorm in the Ravenclaw room. Maybe this was their comeuppance for having their own celebrations so close to the Hufflepuff Common Room their last win.

All she knew was that she didn’t want to return to her Common Room or even her dormitory if it meant she’d have to listen into any celebrations.

Phoebe Perrot rarely ambled around, normally walking with such surety and purpose, but that’s exactly what she found herself doing around the relatively empty school just before curfew. There was something that she found a bit meditative and refreshing in the way she let her feet carry her forward with no real objective and let her eyes wander some of the more overlooked architectural features of the school along with some of the painting she never paid much attention to.

That’s probably how she found herself back into the Defense Against the Dark Arts tower, standing just outside of a skeleton of a long-dead beast, staring at an inconspicuous cabinet tucked into a dark corner beside a staircase.

Sebastian nor Ominis had ever told her that the room was off-limits and there was a certain amount of fatigue settling in now that the excitement and anticipation of game day had crashed down around her so abruptly. Certainly, that’d be a quiet place for her to sleep tonight and spare herself having to climb back up into Ravenclaw tower and pray she couldn’t hear in idiots just one tower over celebrating.

Her feet moved before her mind decided and she stepped over to the cabinet, glancing behind her to be sure she wasn’t being followed every step or two. Sebastian had let it slip on their date to Hogsmeade that the room was special to Ominis and that he was surprised his friend had even invited her there in the first place (“…not that I have any complaints about that, mind you,” he’d been quick to interject). He explained the mechanics of the room as well and that only those who know it exists can use it.

Which is why it came of no surprise to her that the moment she faced the cabinet fully, the mechanisms along the front whirred to open the door for her. She took one last cautious glance around to make sure she wasn’t being followed or watched and slipped inside silently. The door latched behind her, then locked, and the lift lowered her down.

A frown curled at her mouth when she realized that the journey down alone felt far more desolate and colder than her past two times she’d entered the Undercroft. She knew it was because she did not have the presence of both or one of the men she was in…whatever she could appropriately label what she had with them. It wasn’t courting—they rarely spoke to each other outside of these encounters—but there was something undeniable there.

In fact, she’d stopped looking at anyone else in less-than-honorable way since that first night in the Undercroft.

The frown deepened at this realization as the lift came to a stop and the door swung open. Monogamy wasn’t something she necessarily prescribed herself to, but it seemed two Slytherins had tempered her wandering eyes for the moment without her even being aware of it.

Speaking of, she’d only gotten one step away from the lift when she heard muffled sounds coming from the large room, sounds of sighs and of skin against skin the rustling of sheets. Her frown dropped even more as she rounded the gate and swung it open as quietly as she possibly could. Which was an incredible feat considering what her eyes laid upon in the center of the room.

Two naked bodies lay atop green silk sheets that flowed out from around them as they twisted and writhed on top of them. They were on their sides, hands pumping in tandem in front of them around the other’s cock, connected there and at the mouth as hips thrusted mindlessly forward. Sighs and moans drifted up from the men in tandem, echoing off of the arched, smoke-painted ceilings of the dark, dingy room.

Part of her felt a bit crestfallen at the fact that they’d occupied this room before she did, looking forward to sleeping in a room alone instead of with a few other girls. Part of her felt some sort of keen sting at the idea that they hadn’t told her about this, but she decided that this view alone more than made up for it.

Phoebe closed the gate as quiet as a church mouse behind her and she leaned back against the wrought iron with her arms and legs crossed in front of her. Had she not been so exhausted from the wear of the day and her shoulder not been throbbing still, the tingle of want between her thighs might have been something greater, but she was too far in her own head to muster anything up beyond that.

Seeing these two men finally act upon what seemed like years-upon-years of secret pining softened the blow of her very public injury and loss today and a small bud of pride threatened to bloom in her chest at the idea that her dalliances with these two men somehow created the beautiful, living art before her. Her eyes wandered hungrily over the exposed skin despite herself, catching on how freckled skin slipped against alabaster stone, and admiring the peachy-red flush of one’s skin compared to the cool rose of the other. And she had some hand in it…

A grin curled her mouth for the first time since she’d stepped onto the Quidditch Pitch.

Deciding that she’d engaged in this act of accidental voyeurism and appreciation of the bared skin and way they fucked into the other’s fist, she cleared her throat in a way only someone from old blood and money could.

Sebastian darted away from Ominis with a gasp, flushing even brighter than he already was behind freckled skin as his eyes met Phoebe’s. His hands made a mad grapple for one of the pillows still left on the bed—quite a few had ended up on the ground—and pressed it over his angry looking cock as he stared up at her in shock. Ominis looked about as unruffled as one could, leaning back on his elbows as he picked his wand up from the bed and smirked over at Phoebe with a look on his face that let her know he’d known she was there, watching them, and he hadn’t cared.

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake, Sebastian,” Phoebe shot to the brunet with a fond tone and smile, glancing down at the pillow for a brief second, “it’s nothing I haven’t seen before…or had inside me…or choked on, unless you’ve forgotten.” The man in question merely grinned sheepishly up at her, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.

“I haven’t, believe you me,” he replied, voice trembling with either the shock of having her stumble upon them or the precipice of an orgasm lost to her intrusion. He shot a look to Ominis, then did a bit of a double take and his expression fell slightly. “You knew she was there, didn’t you?” He murmured to him, something a little unsettling at how normal Ominis made every interaction like this feel. Ominis tipped his head towards Sebastian, saying nothing, but his expression spoke volumes. Ominis’ cock gave an unattended twitch, having not calmed itself despite the cool air of the Undercroft. Sebastian’s echoed it, jerking up against the velvet pillow still half-way crushed to his lap.

“I probably should have left at the noises I heard but…I am a Ravenclaw after all, insatiable curiosity for knowledge and all that,” Phoebe spoke from her place still by the door. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind being watched…at least not by you,” Ominis drawled from the place where his regal, statuesque form was lounging long on the bed, as opposed to where Sebastian was sat with a decorative pillow clutched to his lap like it was a lifeline.

“I guess…perhaps…I don’t not like the idea of you watching,” Sebastian seemed pensive, toes wiggling a bit against the cool of the room, as he mulled over the idea of his more private moments with Ominis being watched over by the hawkish gaze of one Phoebe Perrot. His erection jumped again beneath the pillow, a rush of heat washing over him, as he decided his opinion on her merely being a bystander was probably the farthest from dislike one could get.

“Care to join us, Miss. Perrot?” Ominis asked and Sebastian’s eyes widened slightly as he glanced from his oldest friend to Phoebe and swallowed hard at the idea of her snaking her womanly form in between them.

She gave pause, eyes slipping between the two men, and something like lead settled heavily in Sebastian’s stomach at the look she wore.

“Thank you…but…I’m tired,” she denied them without much force and there was some inflection in her tone that sounded a bit like regret. “The day was long and…unkind.”

“Your Ravenclaw beaters are terrible,” Sebastian commented bluntly. Phoebe let out a humorless laugh with a flash of a smile that felt dour.

“I know. But…my full scope of vision can sometimes close in when I’m focused on something, so it’s not wholly their fault,” she told him honestly. He didn’t like the look of disappointment that settled on her face after she spoke. Something else slid over her features for a moment before she added, “But if you dare hold back during our game, Sebastian, I shall be very cross with you.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, Perrot. After all Reyes would tan my hide and know it was you I was pulling my punches for,” Sebastian returned with a smirk of his own. The spark lit up in Phoebe’s eyes as he spoke and she went to say something else, but was interrupted.

“Yes, Sebastian is rather skilled at using a large stick to swat at balls…or so I hear,” Ominis murmured with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes at the double-entendre of his words. Sebastian snorted rather uncouthly from his spot on the bed. Phoebe’s expression lightened for a moment and Sebastian sat on tenterhooks for her reply, since she was as skilled as Ominis was when it came to wordplay.

“You’d know better than I would about that, Ominis.” Sebastian shot a bashful, but humored look to the naked man in the bed with him, finding the blood pooling prettily beneath his skin, but his friend must’ve been stunned into silence or unable to find a fitting response. The blond sighed heavily through his nose after the moment died down.

“How’s your shoulder?” Ominis asked, his haughty, almost lackadaisical aura fading away to something more akin to concern. Sebastian was both surprised and not surprised at all to see his brow furrowing with it.

“Hurts still a bit,” Phoebe replied shortly, “I think the blow to my pride hurt a bit worse, all things considered.” Silence lingered amongst the three of them as she glanced between the two of them. She let out a weary sigh and pushed away from the spot she’d haunted since she arrived. “I’ll let you boys get back to it then. Make him beg and whine a little for me, won’t you, Mr. Gaunt?” Heat sparkled in Phoebe’s eyes as she glanced to the pillow in Sebastian’s lap and leveled him with a wicked grin. A whimper of a noise vibrated in Sebastian’s throat and he turned quickly to find Ominis’ wearing a similar grin over in his direction.

“It would be my pleasure, Miss. Perrot,” Ominis’ voice was low and dangerous and Sebastian knew he was in for it.

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The Ravenclaw versus Slytherin game was the talk of the season, especially when you considered the fact that both of their Seekers had snogged rather heatedly in the middle of a celebratory party and that one Slytherin beater had been seen getting quite close to one Ravenclaw seeker. Rumors and speculations flew about how the game was either going to unearth some undisclosed desires between the Seekers (there were quite a few students who hoped there was a public replay of their kiss since most had only been lucky to hear about it and not witness it) or Sebastian was going to flounder in the face of Phoebe zipping around him on her broom.

Neither actually came to be true when game day came to pass. What had started as a light snow—normal for early December in the Scottish Highlands—had turned into a veritable blizzard by the time the middle of the game had rolled around—not normal, but not wholly unexpected. Madam Kogawa just barely managed to wrangle the players back into their locker rooms, finding that the snow was so thick and the winds were whipping around so fiercely that the game announcer had taken their leave of the booth and Headmaster Black, the one who would typically be second in line to call the game, was nowhere to be found on the Pitch.

Phoebe could understand the want to err on the side of caution and safety in cancelling the game, but it did make her a bit angry that she’d be delayed in playing a match against Sebastian. The walk back to the castle was a frigid, slow one and she found herself squinting against the bright snowfall that was as thick as fog at times.

Ironically enough, when she made it back to the castle, not a moment or two after she’d shut the doors behind her, Sebastian entered, bringing in a sweep of the cold and more than a few stray snowflakes behind him in doing so. She watched silently from her spot as he shook the melting snow from his hair and brushed it off his shoulders before lifting his head to spy Phoebe watching him. A grin spread over his features almost instantly as he realized she was there.

“Tough luck about the match, yeah?” He offered cordially and she placed her hands on her hips, looking up at him with a fair bit of sass.

“Consider yourself spared a loss for another week or two until they reschedule the game,” she returned and Sebastian let out a loud, rich laugh that echoed off the high ceilings of the entry hallway and the relics that lined the walls.

“You wish, Perrot.” Sebastian narrowed his eyes at her playfully, surprised at how easy this banter between the two of them had become since they’d first met.

“I do, actually.” She gave a short shrug of her shoulders and leveled him with a smug grin. “But whoever’s out there granting wishes would know it’s not exactly the hardest wish to grant when I’m the one looking for the Snitch.”

They began to make their way away from the doors at a leisurely pace, headed in the direction their feet naturally took them so long as they got away from the blizzard outside.

“Hard to argue with you there…but Reyes?” Sebastian paused a moment, slowly sucking in air through his teeth for dramatic effect. “Reyes is a bulldog when it comes to Quidditch. She’ll be on your arse and not let up if she thinks you’re after the Snitch.”

“Maybe that’s where I want her,” Phoebe shot back without missing a beat and Sebastian’s heart gave a hard beat or two in his chest at the idea of Phoebe doing anything sexual with one of the young women in the school. He was honestly trying to come to grips with the fact that Reyes somehow kept getting brought up in this sort of manner in his mind. “Kidding,” she said softly once Sebastian had been quiet for a while. “I’m…”

Her voice died off as she looked ahead, brow furrowed slightly with thought as Sebastian’s gaze remained glued to her profile only to just glance ahead to make sure he wasn’t going to trip or run into anyone or anything. Her mouth pressed more firmly together for a moment though there was a smile in her eyes as she swung them back over to Sebastian and it stole the very air from his lungs.

“I do believe for the first time in my life, I’m content where I am,” she finally said, her lips curling up into a bright smile. If it were possible to feel like one’s chest could contain the intensity of the sun, Sebastian’s was rivaling that at her honest words and the endearing look she was leveling him with. In fact, he was certain that he was about to implode, explode, or float off of the ground with how she’d made him feel.

“Do you mean that…with us?” He questioned, tempering his excitement with reality but failing to keep the beaming smile off of his own features.

“I do,” she replied with a simple nod of her head. Sebastian was the first to stop walking, turning to her fully and not caring about the students meandering about who may overhear their conversation. She followed his actions shortly, looking up at him and there was a moment where something flashed through her eyes. It was something akin to concern, but perhaps a bit deeper than that. “Do you…do you feel the same way?” She asked, her voice quiet. Sebastian reached out with his woolen-gloved hands to wrap around her biceps and give them a reassuring squeeze.

“How could I not?” He answered and the tension that had settled in her shoulders melted away a bit and she took a half-step towards him. “I haven’t even had the passing thought of anyone other than you or Ominis since we started this whole thing. And that’s really saying something, because I thought I was destined to live the rest of my life unsatisfied.”

Phoebe’s eyes flickered between his as she smiled up at him, but the entire time she couldn’t help but realize that whatever this was between the three of them was dangerous. They were about to leave their magical education behind for the sake of life as adults. And, while the wizarding world was quite open minded, a “manage-a-trois” like theirs was still something rather taboo. Wizards and witches were still traditional when it came to the number of partners, or partner, one was supposed to have.

But there was something so undeniable between the three of them; something that she knew she wouldn’t be able to leave alone for society’s sake. Her future had always had images of one faceless, genderless partner acting out the scenes of her life; the courtship, the engagement, the weddings, and whatever came after that. To deny that those fantasies had now included another partner would feel like denying a rather large piece of herself. Phoebe Perrot could be terribly independent when she needed to be, but there was something nice about being wanted and, in return, wanting. Even more so when there was two persons receiving and reciprocating.

“Sebastian Sallow? Unsatisfied?” She finally quipped. “I never would have guessed,” she drawled sarcastically, hands reaching out to toy with the Slytherin scarf around his neck.

“You’d be surprised,” a third voice joined them. And then there was three. Ominis always did have an uncanny knack for being able to find those he was searching for. Phoebe and Sebastian turned to face Ominis and his ever-present blinking wand as the tallest of the trio approached them casually. “I was wondering where you two were going to run off to after today’s disappointing lack of a match.”

“I think it would be rather unsafe to run anywhere in this particular kind of weather, Mr. Gaunt,” Phoebe replied with a sudden, haughty air above her that mimicked the one Ominis wore like a second skin. Sebastian snorted out a laugh before hiding it with a clearing of his throat when he realized that both Ominis and Phoebe had leveled him with a peculiar sort of look. The former rolled his eyes dramatically before closing the distance between himself and the two of them slowly.

“I suppose I walked right into that one. Thank you, Miss. Perrot. You’ll pay for that later.” His last sentence was uttered through a tight jaw, voice deadly quiet and both Phoebe and Sebastian could have sworn there was a hiss to his tone that shouldn’t have been there. Sebastian’s eyes darted over to glance at her to find her cheeks flushed with more than just the cold. Her mouth twitched slightly before she leaned forward, placing a gloved hand on Ominis’ forearm and he watched her demeanor change into something slinkier and sultrier.

“I’ll be looking forward to it, Mr. Gaunt.” Her voice was just as low and there was an intoxicating rush of something that felt so kindred to the way the air felt after a strong spell had been cast, but something completely indescribable at the same time. Ominis’ eyelids fluttered slightly, not wholly unaffected by the woman, and his chest rose with a deep breath of air. His head turned to Sebastian for a moment and one of those snake-like grins curled at a mouth that Sebastian had come to memorize with his own more often than not here recently.

“The Undercroft may just be the place for you two to warm up after being out in the cold,” Ominis suggested and Sebastian balked at him for a moment.

“The Undercroft? Warm? Did you hit your-” Sebastian started with a quizzical expression on his features before he noted the expression Ominis was leveling him with—just a simple lift of his brow and a tip of his chin in Phoebe’s direction—but it was enough for Sebastian to catch on. “OH! Oh, that’s right. We…uh…yeah, the Undercroft should be plenty warm for us, Phoebe.”

Phoebe wasn’t unaware of whatever game these two were playing at judging from the look on her face as her dark blue eyes slid between the two men. Her tongue poked at this inside of her cheek as she warred with her thoughts. Mid-term examinations were looming over them and she could do with a bit of studying…but the temptation to burn off some of the pent-up energy she’d stored before the delayed game was too great to ignore.

“You know…considering what we have done together and separately at this point, neither of you should have to be so coy about what we all want to do together,” she told them brusquely, though quiet enough that they wouldn’t have to worry about portraits or other students listening into their conversations. “If I can’t have my hands full of a broomstick and a Snitch, I suppose you two may be an adequate substitution.”

“A substitution?” Ominis sounded playfully aghast at her words and Phoebe grinned wickedly over at him. Sebastian fought a grin on his own lips as he glanced between the two of them. “You try my patience, Miss. Perrot.” Phoebe’s gaze darted to Sebastian’s and they wore twin looks of mischief before they both turned to Ominis.

“We were both so eager to play, Ominis, and have quite a bit of energy to burn. Are you sure you want to get the two of us in the same room with you?” He questioned teasingly and Ominis’ expression drifted slowly from playful to something a bit darker and sterner. “Can you keep up with us?”

Phoebe drew in a sharp, yet quiet breath of air and that aura of magic flickered in the air again. Her eyes found Sebastian’s and they took to burning into hers until she heard Ominis clear his throat delicately. They broke their gaze to look over at their third, who wore an expression of cool indifference.

“Both of you. Undercroft. Now.”

Phoebe’s mouth pulled into one of those wolfish grins and Sebastian mirrored it as they followed Ominis’ sharp, brisk footsteps towards the place he’d commanded of them to go.

“Dear me, Sebastian,” Phoebe cooed loud enough for the blond to hear as they walked, her sultry gaze trained on Ominis’ back as they walked, “I do believe we are in trouble.”

Sebastian let out a quiet laugh, bumping his shoulder into hers as his gaze followed the length of Ominis’ legs as they cut through meandering groups of students, still dressed in their thick outerwear from returning from the postponed game. If Ominis heard her, he didn’t show any indication of it.

“We’re only giving him what he wants in the end, aren’t we?” He murmured low enough for only her to hear and shot her a sly little wink. She laughed quietly, looking up at him with an expression that was equal parts sinful and enamored.

“He deserves to get what he wants, doesn’t he?” She asked, tempering the teasing nature of their interaction with genuine care for the man that walked in front of them. Sebastian’s gaze softened a little bit as he glanced over to Ominis’ back as they were led up a short set of stairs towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts tower. His crooked grin grew into a fond smile.

“We all do.”

Phoebe didn’t even bother to hide the shiver that slithered its way up and down her spine.

Again, by the time the trio had arrived in the Undercroft, Phoebe had a rather persistent ache between her thighs that walking was only just enough friction to make her angry.

The bed still lay in the center of the room, the rich green sheets mussed and crumpled from whatever Ominis and Sebastian had gotten into together in this room. Phoebe eyed the piece of furniture with a lifted brow, striding into the room behind Ominis and in step with Sebastian.

“It smells like men in here,” Phoebe commented off-handedly the closer they got to the bed and Ominis stopped abruptly. The two following him only took one more step before they stopped abruptly behind him. The towering blond turned on heel and leveled his sightless eyes on Phoebe with an eerie amount of accuracy. The soles of his shoes hit the floor in short, resounding snaps that echoed above them, the only sound in the room—perhaps this was a bit of foreshadowing.

“Your word, Miss. Perrot; is it still ‘horklump’?” Ominis asked. Sebastian poorly hid his snort of laughter behind his hand and felt a bit unnerved when both Ominis and Phoebe were regarding him with pair of cool looks. He was suddenly reminded that Phoebe could be just as dominating and stern as Ominis could and he swallowed hard.

“It is, Mr. Gaunt,” she replied, keeping her eyes leveled on Sebastian.

“And you, Sebastian, have you thought of your word,” Ominis asked and Sebastian felt Phoebe’s eyes boring into his profile as his mouth twitched as he fought to find word he was looking for. When Sebastian took longer than Ominis wanted him too, he tutted quietly and shook his head slowly. “I’m shocked, Sebastian. It’s not like you to neglect your homework.”

“Then that’ll be my word then,” Sebastian told Ominis quickly. The brunet spared Phoebe a glance to find her eyeing him with a lifted brow and a twist of her mouth that told him she found his word just as humorous as he’d found hers.

“‘Homework’, it is then,” Ominis said with a slow nod of his head.

“‘Piece of work’ is more like it,” Phoebe murmured quietly, cutting a playful gaze up at Sebastian and Sebastian’s head snapped over to her wearing a scowl that lacked the normal vitriol he could direct with such a gaze.

“That’s rude, Phoebe. Especially considering-”

“Oh really,” the woman interjected flippantly with lifted brows, “because I have heard plenty of tales-”

“Enough.”

All it took was a single word uttered so quietly from the Spare Heir of Slytherin to quiet the two from their playful bickering and command their attentions back to him. Ominis kept whatever he was truly feeling about the two of them well hidden, wand held out in front of him casually and blinking steadily. Not another peep left the other two and they dared not steal any glances at each other lest they conjure up any more ire from the blond who held them willingly captive.

“You two are going to strip right where you are and then move to stand at the foot of the bed. You are not to touch each other, but you may look,” Ominis commanded. Phoebe eyed him for a moment, shrugging out of a long wool duster coat and leaving it crumbled around her on the floor.

“If I have trouble with my corset again, can I have him assist me? He’s rather good at it,” she said, shooting Sebastian a sidelong look and a smirk. Sebastian returned it with a cocksure look of his own, shrugging out of his own clothes in a way that seemed far less graceful than how Phoebe was moving.

“No,” Ominis said plainly, “and if you don’t undress before he does, we’ll get started without you.” Sebastian watched as genuine ire lit up in Phoebe’s gaze and her plush lips pressed together tightly for a moment, but she said nothing. “Does that incentivize you enough, darling?”

She broke her gazing at Ominis only to pull her too-tight Ravenclaw jumper over her head and sling it aside, leaving her just in a chemise, a more flexible looking corset, and her trousers.

“Careful, darling,” she replied in a low voice, a power to her words that rivaled Ominis’ but in a completely different sense, “that I do not feel the need to lead you on another little chase. I let you catch me last time.” Sebastian had already stripped the upper halve of his body by this point, but faltered a bit on the buttons of his trousers as most of his attention was being divided between the two of them to see what Ominis’ reaction would be.

Ominis was still for the longest time, the only movement being the blink of those opal eyes of his and the red blink of his wand. Then, slowly, his mouth pulled back into one of those dangerous, serpentine grins, face still turned towards Phoebe.

“And what if I said I let you off easy last time with how horrible my punishments could be?”

Sebastian swallowed hard, trying to unbutton a button that had already been unbuttoned as he watched Phoebe’s deft fingers work her corset undone and sling it sassily to the side before wrenching off her chemise so hard he swore he heard a few stitches pop. He’d never seen someone so angry to bare their breasts before but here he was staring at a petulant looking Phoebe. The length of him jerked suddenly up against the front flap of his knickerbockers. It was then he realized he really wouldn’t mind her focusing the intensity of such a look at him while she was half nude.

“I would say those are just words until you prove me otherwise,” Phoebe retorted smartly as her hands left her hips to work at the buttons of her own trousers.

There was a high-pitched swoosh of air and then a sharp snap and the woman in the room suddenly jumped and straightened up quickly. Her hand immediately took to massaging her backside, frowning over at Ominis. He looked rather pleased with himself, still grinning that dangerous grin down at her, wand poised as if ready to cast another wordless spell in her direction.

“What do we say to that, Miss. Perrot?” He asked smugly. There was a moment where Phoebe looked like she wanted to snap something back to him, but if the way she was still massaging her arse was any indication, that one hit must have smarted a bit.

“Thank you, Mr. Gaunt.”

“Ah,” Ominis cooed, swinging to face Sebastian with a knowing sort of expression, “she can be taught manners after all.” Sebastian grasped at the top of his now fully loosened trousers with one hand, feeling like Ominis’ focus had swung mainly to him now as he froze under the intensity of his perusal. Ominis tongue darted out of the corner of his mouth for a moment as he tilted his head slightly. “Go on then. You wouldn’t want to see what would happen if she beat you to undressing, would you?”

Phoebe was stumbling around rather ungracefully beside him, fighting to get her trousers over her boots. Finally, she gave up trying to stand and lowered herself to the floor in an uncouth move, opting to unlace her boots first. She curled over herself, folding at the waist to reach toward her feet. Sebastian huffed out a quiet laugh at the sight and Phoebe leveled him with a dark look that was completely nullified by the fact her breasts were on full display and slightly pressed together as she worked to unlace one of her boots.

Her exposed chest was enough of a distraction that he didn’t hear Ominis step up to him, but he certainly noticed when a slender, firm hand clamped around the back of his neck and forced him in the direction of the bed. He stumbled along with a noise of surprise, just barely keeping hold of his trousers to stop them from slipping all the way down his legs and tripping him up. The touch guided him over to the foot of the bed where he was forced to look down at the intricate woodworking along the footboard—most definitely Ominis’ touch in decor.

“You’ve lost the privilege to look at her undress if you’re going to keep laughing at her,” Ominis told Sebastian, fingertips pressing into his neck before letting go. “Now, continue undressing.”

Sebastian didn’t need to be told twice, feeling the flush in his face now, hot and splotchy, as he continued to finish the process. His boot laces ended up giving him just as much trouble as Phoebe’s seemingly did hers, his eager hands yanking too violently at them and ending up knotting them even more instead of actually getting them undone.

It was in this plight that he heard the soft patting of bare feet come up beside him and he risked a glance upwards for a moment at the full naked profile of Phoebe Perrot. Sebastian swallowed hard at the sight of her curves and exposed skin and the way her half-lidded eyes slipped over to look at him through sooty lashes.

“You’re not going to try to cover yourself up this time, are you Sebasti-AH.” Phoebe’s snarky comment was cut short by another one of those whoosh-es of air and a sharp smack against her skin, like she’d been struck by a reed or length of willow branch. Sebastian’s gaze darted down to her backside, seeing two crisscrossed pinky-red marking along one of her arse cheeks. She leaned forward to rest her hands on the foot of the bed, breathing a bit heavier as she shifted her weight from side-to-side as if to alleviate the pain.

“Did I say you could speak?” Ominis questioned and Phoebe kept her gaze on the bed, pale hands splayed out starkly against the dark green sheets.

“No, Mr. Gaunt,” she replied almost immediately, the quiver in her voice causing that intoxicating heat to roll over Sebastian’s skin once more and his body to ache with a deeply-seated need.

“Apologize to Sebastian for your tongue.” Phoebe’s gaze darted over to Sebastian without moving her head or body much as he finally got hit boots off and stood next to her as naked as she was. He was tempted to drop his hands to cover himself up, but he supposed Phoebe expected that so he kept them as relaxed as he could at his sides for the time being. Despite the subjugation in her posture, her eyes were lit with a hunger that was more than likely mirrored in his own gaze.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Sallow,” Phoebe said quietly. Sebastian swallowed difficultly past the tightness in his throat as her eyes held his, teased by the sight of her pert, rounded arse presented to him just at the edge of his periphery, but he couldn’t bring himself to look away from her eyes. Unknowingly, he was quite like Ominis in the sense that in any other situation he would have abhorred hearing himself referred to by his family name(too close to his father or, worse yet, his uncle), but he didn’t mind hearing it in the safety of the hedonistic ritual they were taking part in. Ominis looked pleased enough as he regarded the young woman before turning to Sebastian.

“Do you accept her apology?”

Sebastian saw her expression switch slowly from someone who’d just been disciplined to something more obstinate—a petulant curl to her mouth and an inclination for mischief in her gaze. Why she thought Ominis wouldn’t be able to see or sense this, Sebastian didn’t know, and she was delivered another wordless strike with the flick of Ominis’ wand. The sound of it sparked embers of heat across Sebastian’s skin, embers that grew into licks of flames as she cried out and heaved forward from the force of it. Her muscles grew taught for a few ephemeral moments before slowly relaxing. A third mark had appeared on her skin, redder than the other two by far. Despite himself and knowing he could never bring himself to strike someone like that, he found beauty in the way Phoebe’s skin blemished before his very eyes and the way she was beginning to squirm.

“Should I accept it, Mr. Gaunt?” Sebastian asked, playing into the game that Ominis and Phoebe has seemingly already established. Ominis looked terrible—no, that wasn’t quite the word because Ominis could never look terrible—he looked like he was very capable of conducting some very terrible activities and that he was pleased to see Sebastian joining them in this act of theirs.

“I’m not sure,” Ominis commented loftily, his wand sweeping slowly over Phoebe’s form and a low hum leaving him. He rolled his shoulders back a bit, drawing himself up to his full height as he stalked around the woman to smooth one hand over the curve of her backside, soothing over the tender skin. Sebastian watched eagerly, drinking in the way Phoebe sighed softly at the contact, shifting back into the touch. Ominis’ naturally cool hands must’ve felt nice against the heated skin. “She has been rather keen to test both of our patience.”

“She has,” Sebastian commented quietly, eyes locked on the sway of Phoebe’s breasts as her breathing grew a bit more rushed as Ominis let his fingertips drift up and down the marks on her arse. “I think…” Phoebe’s eyes darted to meet Sebastian’s as he began, something unsure sparking in her eyes as if she could sense he was keen to their debauchery. Ominis’ fingers pressed a bit harder into the tender skin, causing Phoebe to let out a quiet whine of a noise. “I think you should make it even. On both sides.” The woman in question looked like she wanted to protest, but managed to hold her tongue.

“Make it…” Ominis almost sounded like he was questioning Sebastian for a moment as a wicked grin curled at his mouth. “‘Make it even’? Well, aren’t you full of surprises?” There was a shared few seconds between the two men as Sebastian looked up at Ominis and Ominis focused on Sebastian, some sort of secret understanding that they realized had been there from the moment they first spoke to each other. “Then I shall make it even. For you.”

Sebastian felt the air stolen from his lungs at the meaning behind such a statement, staring up at the beautiful man who was still fully dressed and in full control of the situation he’d orchestrated between the three of them.

Phoebe whimpered slightly from her spot, drawing their attention back to her, and Sebastian found her pressing her thighs together tightly as if to try and glean any pleasure she could from the friction without actually touching herself—both of them knew that Ominis would never allow such a thing. The man in question tipped his head in her direction at the noise she made, drawing in a slow breath of air through her nose.

“You are to apologize to Sebastian with each strike. Understood?” Ominis told her firmly, luxuriating in the softness of her skin cut through by the warm, red stripes along the fullest part of one of her arse cheeks for a moment or two longer before he pulled his hand free.

“Y-yes, Mr. Gaunt,” Phoebe replied, keeping her eyes set firmly on Sebastian’s. Her hands braced a bit more surely at the foot of the bed where they’d begun to slip along the silk sheets.

Ominis wasted no time in started and with a quick flick of his wand, began silently lashing his punishment against Phoebe. She let out a sharp noise, pitching forward on her hands, flinching a bit against the sharp pain. Sebastian’s cock jumped at the sound, breath catching despite how he never fancied himself enjoying this sort of thing in the past. Perhaps it was the way she was looking at him or the idea of Ominis wielding such power over the two of them.

“I’m sorry, Sebastian,” she managed to get out, her voice quivering as she fought her own quickened breathing. Her eyes had grown heavier lidded and bit watery, presumably from the sting against her backside. But there was something more to it, some sort of dazed look about her that let him know that she was exactly where she wanted to be. The high points of her cheeks were flushed vividly, even in the low light of the braziers overhead.

There was another whoosh of magic that tingled and teased against Sebastian’s skin and struck Phoebe’s far harder as another crack echoed beside him and she muffled the sound that left her only slightly by biting her bottom lip hard. By this point she was panting heavily, kneecaps trembling, thighs quivering, and tears slipping from squeezed shut eyes.

“Désolé, Sébastien,” she whimpered out, pulling her eyes open to look over at him. For a moment, he watched her lips curl up blissfully at the corners, reassuring him that despite the fact she must’ve been in quite a bit of pain, she was perfectly content with where she was—a sentiment he understood completely.

Ominis relented for a moment, grinning on the opposite side of Phoebe as he leaned forward, though Sebastian could tell his focus was on him instead as he spoke.

“Two more, ma chou,” he cooed teasingly and Phoebe shifted a bit beneath him, hands clenched around the silk sheets as her eyes slipped shut once more. Sebastian’s eyes darted from Ominis for a moment down to the woman, cock jumping eagerly at the sight of her hips twisting for some, any, sort of pleasure. “How are you doing?”

The breath of air that Phoebe was slowly drawing in hiccupped slightly in her throat, spine slowly dipping low like a content feline stretching out in a spot of sunlight and Sebastian found himself entranced by her naked body and the way it moved. She hummed softly as she slowly pulled her eyes open, cheeks burning brightly as she let out a shaky breath of air.

“More, please,” she requested so politely in a whisper. Ominis’ nostrils flared and his jaw jumped at the sweet way she pleaded for more of the punishment he was doling out to her. Sebastian swallowed hard again, finding the saliva collecting in his mouth and his throat dry by comparison. He wanted to touch her, to let his hands wander over her body, but he kept his hands at his sides despite the way they itched to press into her skin.

“Good girl,” Ominis praised in a dangerously low tone, proving that his unaffected façade was beginning to crumble a bit at the way the woman before him was reacting. The tiniest bit of a whimper left Phoebe at his words, hips pressing back slightly as if offering more of herself up to him.

Two more wordless switches. Two more sharp slaps against skin. Two more breathless noises driven from Phoebe. Two more quivering apologies to Sebastian. Then, as if to drive the point of her obedience home, she thanked Ominis for it while she held Sebastian’s gaze. She looked drunk on something more than one could ever get from alcohol, though her mental clarity was as sharp as a athame. She was panting, the muscles of her backsides and legs trembling under the weight of her body.

“Sebastian,” Ominis commanded the other man’s attention from the woman back to him, “would you care to soothe Miss. Perrot’s ‘wounds’ with a bit of salve?” The man made it a point to brush his fingertips down the length of her spine and she sighed slightly, eyes fluttering slightly at the contact.

“Please,” Sebastian said and Ominis looked rather chuffed with the cordial response.

“Look at both of you. You both have shown such great manners with very little effort on my part,” the blond praised, still petting his hand down Phoebe’s spine as if she were one of the stray cats that meandered around Hogwarts. “There’s a bag over near the column to the left of here, Sebastian. There should be a salve to soothe the sting on Miss. Perrot’s pert posterior-” Sebastian had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing at Ominis’ alliteration “-so we can continue.”

Without another word, Sebastian padded over to the bag in question, rummaging around in it for a few moments before finding a small tin of some nondescript, presumably handcrafted salve from someone, before righting himself. When he looked over at Ominis and Phoebe, both of them had their attentions on him and he somehow managed to feel even more naked than he already was. There was something so powerful about the two of them, despite the way Phoebe seemed to be in this blissfully unbothered state and Ominis seemed pleased with how things were proceeding.

“Can you lie down on the bed, darling?” The latter asked gently, leaning down to speak to Phoebe. She hummed softly in response, nodding her head a bit mindlessly, and slowly beginning to maneuver herself around the footboard. Ominis proved to be ever the gentleman, despite striking her with wordless, unseen magic only just moments before, as he took her by the arm to guide her on her unsteady legs.

Sebastian noted she still managed to have quite a bit of grace despite everything, distracting himself with watching how her body moved to pull herself up onto the bed and lie on her stomach in a confident way that he was certain she’d done something like this before. Ominis’ slender hand found the back of her thigh, stroking the skin there, and pulling another soft sigh from Phoebe. There was a certain fondness to the way Ominis moved around her now; a fondness he’d only seen displayed by the youngest Gaunt towards himself or Anne.

“Come, Sebastian,” Ominis commanded, pulling Sebastian from his reverie and a twitch started at the root of him, cock canting skyward for a moment and giving a poignant throb as if to remind Sebastian that, yes, he would come at some point this evening, Merlin willing. Sebastian started over to the bed and climbed onto it, feeling a bit more aloof than either of them as he pushed himself closer to Phoebe until he was kneeling beside her prone form on the bed. “You may only touch her with what is necessary to put the salve on. Nothing more, nothing less.”

With that, Ominis stepped away from the bed. Sebastian was tempted to watch him, but knew that he’d been given instructions and, for tonight at least, he did not want to be at the receiving end of his ire. So, he pulled the lid from the tin, warmed a bit of the salve on his fingertips, and tentatively swept it across one of the more redder looking welts along the swell of Phoebe’s buttocks.

A soft moan left her, one she quickly muffled into the sheets and Sebastian paused, frowning slightly.

“You alright?” He questioned, pulling his hand from her. He watched her back heave with a sigh before she turned her head to face him, folding her hands beneath them leisurely as she looked up at him with a sort of mindless bliss he’d not see on her before.

“Mmm…tender,” she breathed with a drunk grin. Sebastian paused for a moment, chewing on the inside of his cheek before glancing over at Ominis, who was halfway undressed at this point.

“Is she okay?” Sebastian asked, suddenly very worried that they’d somehow broken Phoebe. Ominis wore a knowing little smile, one that calmed Sebastian down quite a bit.

“She’s alright, Sebastian,” he told his friend confidently. “She’s just been pushed far enough that her body has tapped into something more like she’s…smoking mallowsweet, is all.”

“Oh,” Sebastian said, brow pinching for a moment as his gaze swung back to Phoebe to find her still grinning up at him. She reached out to him, something so carefree about her all of a sudden, and pressed her palm and fingers to the top of his thigh. Ominis’ quiet footsteps lead away from the bed, but Sebastian found himself locked in her gaze, unable to watch where he was going or what he was doing.

“Thank you for caring enough to ask,” she told him softly, her voice quieter than he’d ever heard it. He grinned down at her despite himself.

“Of course, I care enough to ask,” he replied before warming more salve on his hands and spreading it on the other side. Then, with both hands, he ambidextrously massaged the produced into the tender skin with a soft touch. He could tell it hurt initially from the way her muscles jumped beneath his touch, but eventually the salve started to work as she practically melted beneath him. It was only then that he could fully appreciate this moment, taking the time to memorize the way the globes of her arse felt cupped in both of his hands and how fevered the angry, raised stripes of her skin felt against his palms.

He worked the salve in during this quiet, stretched out moment until it was mostly absorbed, tempted to do more, to touch more, but he wanted to be good…for once. Or, perhaps, it was the fact that he did not want to be on the receiving end of whatever nasty spell Ominis had used on Phoebe. He didn’t think he’d mind it, but he knew he more than likely needed more experience with that sort of thing before diving headfirst into it with something like that.

“How’s the salve working?” Ominis asked quietly from beside Sebastian, unaware that the third of their trio had come back to the bed. Sebastian turned to answer and was momentarily distracted by the sight of Ominis luminescent, pale skin and the almost painful-looking erection that arched up to a sparsely freckled abdomen and navel.

“The sting is gone at least, so, thank you,” Phoebe murmured, sounding remarkably more level-headed than she had before, though her eyes still retained a bit of that fuzziness to them. She, too, turned her head to face Ominis and Sebastian watched as she worried her plump bottom lip between her teeth as her gaze swung over what she could see of him. The two on the bed watched as Ominis, wand held in front of him, pushed himself onto the bed to sit just on the other side of Phoebe. Phoebe hummed lowly, pushing up to lay on her side and rest her chin on her palm, elbow pressing into the plush sheets and bed. “He’s so beautiful. Sebastian, don’t you agree?”

“Impossibly beautiful, I’d say,” Sebastian confirmed, dark brown eyes slipping over Ominis. The blond, despite the control he held over the situation and over his own emotions, couldn’t help but to flush at their compliments, opting not to think of how rare it seemed for him to receive them.

“You’re just trying to get in my good graces…the both of you,” Ominis retorted, finding himself unwilling to accept the compliments. Phoebe shot Sebastian a secretive look over her shoulder, wickedness taking place of what had been pain-and-submission induced bliss and he found himself returning the look. She tipped her head towards Ominis as she shifted on the bed to kneel before where he was sat.

“Can you blame us?” Phoebe questioned as she slowly swung one of her legs over his, then the other to straddle him. Despite not knowing what she was doing exactly, Ominis stretched his long legs out, only stopping when the heel of one of his feet met Sebastian’s knee.

“We only wish to be caught up in your orbit, Ominis,” Sebastian spoke, letting his fingertips slide up the top of Ominis’ foot slowly. Ominis sighed softly as his free hand found the small of Phoebe’s waist then circled around her body to the low of her spine. He used this leverage to guide her closer until their bodies were pressed flush together and his angry, neglected cock sat sandwiched between their stomachs. A low hum left him at the way he could feel the immense heat from between Phoebe’s thighs teasing along the top of his testicles.

“My orbit, you say,” Ominis drawled, still not buying their act, but not entirely disregarding it. After all, it felt nice to feel wanted by not one, but two people at the same time.

He felt Phoebe’s hand cup his jaw as she other pressed to his chest, taking in the way she could feel his pulse beneath her palm.

“Yes,” she replied simply, “you are the one with the birth of the cosmos in his eyes.”

“Eloquently put,” Sebastian commented off-handedly as he began his prowl towards the two of them. Ominis keenly felt the way he was moving toward the two of them, but Phoebe shifted around slightly, providing the slightest bit of friction, and his mind went blank for a moment.

“I’ve been known to have my moments,” she told him smartly in return, lips pulling into a smirk for a moment before she realized the oddly open look Ominis wore on his features.

“You…you two really mean it?” Phoebe shot Sebastian a worried glance over her shoulder before leveling her gaze on Ominis. His dominant side she was better equipped to handle, but there was something about seeing him so rarely vulnerable that made her want to gather him into her arms and hold him tightly.

“Why wouldn’t we, darling?” She whispered, leaning forward to press a kiss to one of the beauty marks on his face. She continued pressing kisses along each and every one until she reached the one just below his eye, pressing a lingering one there before pulling back slightly. “We’re here with you…naked as robins. We have nothing to hide or lie about.” She trailed kisses down to his jaw then where she bit gently. Ominis gasped a bit and his cock throbbed between the two of them. Sebastian felt the noise in his own unattended length and, having had enough of just watching, pressed himself behind Phoebe not too unlike how they’d been that first fateful night in the Undercroft.

“Ominis…after all we’ve done together, why would we lie to you?” Sebastian commented, reaching out a hand to trail idly up the length of Ominis’ shin, feeling the soft, so blond they were nearly invisible hairs there. Ominis gasped again, presumably at something Phoebe was doing with her tongue or mouth or perhaps a twist of her hips and his head tipped back to face the arched ceiling.

“I-I…I suppose it does seem rather a funny doubt now, I’ll admit,” he breathed and Phoebe pulled away to grin at him. It was a grin Sebastian had seen directed at him too often to count.

“I think we’re not doing enough to keep you from thinking too much,” she commented before leaning forward to press her mouth to his in a rather chaste looking kiss before she pulled back only enough to speak. Ominis’ eyes were half-lidded, seemingly placed into some sort of trance by such a simple kiss. “Sebastian? Care to help me clear his mind?” She leaned back then, grinding her hips against Ominis’ and pulling soft moans from the two of them.

“With pleasure,” he responded immediately. He shifted forward, settling himself down just beside Ominis’ hip and he leaned in to kiss the other man openly and with a ferocity that had the lither one whimpering softly into the kiss. Phoebe’s eyes were as hungry as ever as she watched the two of them, allowing them a moment before she dove in as well. There was a bit of tentativeness to her actions at first, only having ever done this once before, but soon enough the three were moving in tandem in an unsaid race to see who could attempt to devour the others first.

This ended with them turning three writhing bodies on the bed; vaguely aware of who’s lips they were kissing, who’s tongue had plunged into their mouth, who’s hand was grabbing any bit of their anatomy they could hold onto. The three had tipped over onto their sides at some point, with the men shifting to lean over her as they three kissed and grappled and groaned.

Phoebe eventually needed to surface for air and pulled away to press her mouth along Ominis’ neck. She could only tell it was him by the scent of his aftershave, as she didn’t care to pull open her eyes to look. She felt the hum that left his throat more than heard it as he and Sebastian pressed up and over her as they kissed each other with almost full attention—Sebastian’s hand was grasped onto Phoebe’s thigh and Ominis took to cradling the back of her head gently with his hands and threading his fingertips through her soft hair.

Eventually, she pulled back to draw in a deep breath of air, just barely cracking her eyes open to look at Sebastian and Ominis as they moved. A content sigh left her as her gaze swung back and forth between the two of them, studying them in the low light of the Undercroft.

This scene felt so familiar to her, and yet, so different. So much had changed between the three of them since she watched the two of them kiss on that settee in the same room they were in now. She knew them both on a physical level by now and she assumed they knew each other the same way. Her heart hammered away in her chest, skin flushed and the muscle and skin of her arse still somewhat sore. She wanted more than just taking turns with them like they’d done before and somehow, in her sex-and-spanking-addled mind, she put the puzzle pieces together of what exactly she wanted.

A quiet laugh left her as that single word came back to her, eyes fluttering shut for a moment as her lips stretched into a content smile.

Both. She wanted them both. At the same time.

When she pulled her eyes back open, Sebastian was looking at her curiously and Ominis had tipped his head in her direction with a lifted brow.

“Care to tell us what you think is so funny?” Ominis questioned and Phoebe sighed softly, placing a gentle hand on his cheek before turning to Sebastian and doing the same.

“You remember what I told you at the party down at the dungeon?” She questioned softly. “When you asked me so bluntly about what my proclivities were?”

“Of course, I do,” Ominis replied, eyelids fluttering slightly as she swept her thumb tenderly over the fullest part of his cheek.

“You said ‘it was a bit of both’, if I’m remembering correctly,” Sebastian said, eyes focused intently on Phoebe.

“I’m beginning to realize that perhaps my brain knew before my body exactly what I wanted to do with the two of you. That is what I’m laughing at,” she told them with a wolfish grin. Realization and tentativeness alike washed over Sebastian’s features and he glanced to Ominis to find him smirking down at the woman. “I want you both. In my cunt. At the same time.”

“You wretched, greedy little thing you,” Ominis told her, though it was more like a growl than actual words, and the grin she wore grew even wider.

“Like you can speak much of greed, Ominis,” she retorted, her hand slipping down his torso, teasing around the low of his stomach. It jumped a bit beneath her palm, hollowing out a bit in anticipation for the touch of her hand around his cock.

“Would that even be possible?” Sebastian tempered the moment a bit with his innocent question. He’d, of course, heard whispers of such things happening, but wrote them off as fantasies and nothing more. Now that the very real opportunity was presented to him…he had more questions and curiosity than anything else. “I would hate to hurt you,” he told her earnest. “Either of you.”

“We can at least try,” Phoebe offered, swinging that signature sultry gaze over hers over to lock onto his and his stomach swooped from the intensity of the emotion in her gaze. “Wouldn’t you at least like to try to make love with us both at the same time, Sebastian?” She questioned. Ominis hissed as she, without looking, took the root of him in her palm and squeezed gently.

“I would like nothing more than that but…how would that even work out?” He questioned and Ominis breathed out a quivering little noise as Phoebe dragged her fingertips slowly up the length of him.

“I’m quite flexible,” Phoebe commented with a smoldering grin and Sebastian swallowed hard. “And I’ve perhaps seen an illustration or two depicting such acts.”

“Naughty thing,” Ominis breathed, mouth finding her neck then her teeth. She gasped softly, breasts bouncing slightly with the intake of air. “How will you have us then, Miss. Perrot?” He murmured against her skin. Her eyes locked onto Sebastian’s, gaze a bit heady from Ominis’ ministrations, and he found himself thrall to watching the two of them move.

“Do you trust me?” She asked the brunet. “Do you trust us?”

“I do. I just need your word, both of your words that if this becomes uncomfortable for any one of us, we tell each other,” he told her, eyes serious and boring into hers. “I won’t hurt you.”

“I promise. The moment I reach my limit, I’ll let you know,” she said, reaching out to press her hand along the top of his. There was something more than filtered into her gaze, some silent thanks for his concern that Sebastian wasn’t going to delve more into at this moment.

“As will I. Though both of you know my limits are particularly high at this point,” Ominis drawled, lifting his head from Phoebe’s neck to turn his face in Sebastian’s direction. He leaned forward and pressed his mouth to Sebastian’s in what was perhaps the most chaste kiss of the evening before he turned and gifted Phoebe with a similar kiss. She blinked her eyes open, staring dazed up at him for a moment or two before turning to Sebastian.

“On your back, beautiful boy,” she purred and Sebastian offered her a grin in return as he slowly rolled over to obey her request. Her eyes darted over the length of his body slowly before she crawled the short distance over to him to straddle his hips. Sebastian’s hands found purchase just above the swell of her backside, staring up at her in awe as she situated herself above him. Her hair had come loose from its braid and she pulled it over one shoulder to help keep it out of the way. “Is this an agreeable arrangement for the both of you?” She questioned, hinging at the hips to lean over Sebastian and grin down at him like fox snaring a rabbit in its maw.

“You’ll hear no complaints from me,” Sebastian commented despite the nerves welling up in the low of his stomach at what they were about to try and do. “In fact, I think this is one of my favorite places to be.”

“Second only to being beneath me, I presume,” Ominis drawled from his spot on the bed, wand in hand as he lazed beside the two of them, taking in what he could glean from what his wand let him see. Sebastian flushed brightly beneath Phoebe at Ominis’ words and the woman lifted a brow. The brunet’s dark eyes darted nervously between Ominis and Phoebe, which was all the tell she needed. She tipped her head back and laughed softly, sitting back on the tops of his thighs for a moment. His cock jumped slightly in protest at the fact that she was not sitting on it instead.

“Well…I cannot say I blame you for that, Sebastian,” she cooed, looking incredibly relaxed in the moment. “He is rather good.”

“Don’t start, Miss. Perrot,” Ominis snapped without much bite—more of a hiss in warning than anything with real sting. The woman’s eyes slid to regard the man for a moment with one of those wily little grins of hers. “But, no, I think this position should work just fine for the three of us.”

“Perfect,” Phoebe replied in a low voice before her gaze found Sebastian’s once more. She shifted over him to lean her body above his, pressing her hands into the mattress on either side of his head. His eyes flickered between hers as she moved in closer, grinning despite himself as he took in the relaxed expression on her features. She leaned forward slowly, slotting her mouth against his in a kiss that felt more like she was breathing him in than anything merely physical. It was powerful in a way he hadn’t expected and it threatened to steal the air from his lungs.

He hummed softly against her mouth as she opened hers, licking at his upper lip softly to ply his mouth open to plunder it. Sebastian easily obliged her, sighing as their tongues met and he could taste a bit of Ominis’ mint on her mouth. His hands tightened a fraction tighter on her hips in response and he deepened the kiss even further. Her hips shifted forward slightly and down, the length of him finding the hot, wet cleft of her and he moaned openly against her mouth at the feeling of her over him.

Sebastian’s hips rocked up to meet her movements as she worked him like this for a while, slow, rocking motions to prepare both of them for what would come next—though, truthfully, neither of them needed much, if any at all. The ridge of the head of him would catch pleasurably on her clit and she would mewl into the kiss, fighting against the heated exhale that would leave him in response. It was pleasurable enough for them, but nothing that would lead to a premature finish. They were teasing each other with the promise of what was to come, taking their time with the other in ways they hadn’t before.

Phoebe parted from his mouth to look down at him, finding him staring starry-eyed up at her with a crooked grin on swollen, freckled lips. She gasped again at the delicious press of him along her outer petals and inner folds, eyes fluttering slightly. Her gaze then darted over to look at Ominis, who played silent spectator to the two of them. The only indication that he was enthralled by what lay before him was the rose-colored flush to the high points of his cheeks and the way that color lay reflected along his cock. It almost seemed like the only bit of color to his alabaster skin and Phoebe found herself wanting to see him painted with little reminders of her mouth and teeth along his chest. Later, perhaps.

Sebastian had followed her gaze to look over at Ominis as well, studying the man as he caught his breath. Never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined something like this happening between the two of them and here they were about to bury themselves both into the same woman who was, truthfully, the reason why they’d even confessed when they had.

As she skillfully lifted her hips, reached down with one hand, returned her gaze to Sebastian(who had seemingly sensed her eyes on him and locked eyes with her), grasped the angry, warm length of him in her hand, and angled her hips just right to press the tip of him inside her. She hummed softly at the feeling of fullness, pausing for a moment before slowly slipping all the way down with a roll of her hips, one that had his toes curling slightly and a breathless noise leaving him.

She took to riding him slowly with a graceful arch of her back as she lifted almost to tip, then a fluid roll of her hips down to press their bodies together. Out of the corner of their eyes, they saw Ominis’ free hand move towards his cock, slowly teasing his slender fingers along it before grasping it a bit more firmly. Something sparked like fireworks in the air between them, something intoxicating and heady.

They moved like this, breathing out praises and disbelief into the air as they reveled in the heat they were cultivating between them.

“Are you both ready?” Ominis broke them from their haze with such a simple, weighted question and Phoebe and Sebastian slowed their movements to a halt. She glanced down at the brunet beneath her, swallowing hard as she watched his pulse jump at the crux of his neck and jaw.

“I’m ready,” she breathed, twisting her hips back to give him better access, a move that had Sebastian humming softly at the tendrils of heat that flickered over his skin at a subtle move.

“I am too,” Sebastian murmured his reply, hands grasping at Phoebe’s hips like they were his only lifeline.

“Very well.” Ominis took the two of them in with his wand before he moved forward, his understated muscles rippling slightly as he slithered forward and around to Phoebe’s back. With deliberate and careful movement, he situated himself so that his knees were just outside Phoebe’s. It was a bit of a stretch and he knew he’d be sore come tomorrow, but well worth it if this all worked out to plan.

With wand still in hand, he grasped himself in his other palm, working himself from root to tip a few times before, with a wordless swish of his wand, conjured a clear lubricant to coat his palm. He spread it deliberately, humming at the difference in how he felt the friction of his hand before shifting forward so that his hips pressed against her warm, welted backside.

She sighed in response, back arching toward him and drawing a noise from Sebastian that prickled along Ominis’ skin. It was this noise that drove him to decide he wasn’t going to waste any more time as he leaned his hips back to position the tip of himself just beside where Sebastian was nearly buried to the root. A quiver of a noise left Phoebe, thighs trembling slightly in anticipation, and Ominis drew in a slow breath of air.

Slowly, he pressed forward at a glacial pace, drawing simultaneous noises from both Sebastian and Phoebe the more he pressed himself inside along Sebastian. It felt like forever just to get the tip of him inside and there was a moment where her walls yielded suddenly and he slipped in abruptly. A quiet moan left her and she tensed suddenly; the muscles that were stretched to accommodate the two men contracted sharply, drawing out twin noises from both Ominis and Sebastian. Ominis paused his movements, trying to catch his breath and keep his head on straight enough in that moment, but it was overwhelming; the warmth of her walls around one side of him and the press of Sebastian’s scalding girth on the other.

Ominis pressed his hand along her spine, teasing each and every notch of her bones along her back as he tried to focus on calming his breathing. “How are we feeling?” He questioned softly, leaning forward enough to press his mouth along her shoulder blade. Phoebe sighed beneath him, the backs of her thighs trembling slightly.

“Full,” she managed to get out, “just…keep going slowly and I should be fine.” Ominis hummed in agreement and let her statement hang in the air to allow the third member of this forbidden dance answer. Instead, he kept soothing his hand along Phoebe’s spine, luxuriating in the softness of her skin.

“Sebastian?” Ominis finally asked, finding it harder for him to keep still with the way they were and needing some sort of confirmation from him that things were alright for him. There was a garbled sort of noise that left the other man and Phoebe let out a soft hum of a laugh. The muscles along the floor of her pelvis contracted again, drawing out quiet noises from either of the men and proving to further scramble Sebastian’s thoughts.

“I-I…I am…finding it difficult to actually…make sense,” he finally got out, voice breathless and hoarse as his hands gripped tightly to Phoebe’s hips. His hips canted upward ever-so-slightly, pressing in deeper and the bottom of his cock teasing along the underside of Ominis’ and the three of them moaned in tandem. Despite them only just having started this, it was very apparent by the tickles of flames growing between them that this would not be lasting very long, between how tight Phoebe felt around them and the build up to all of it. “J-just keep going.”

“Very well,” Ominis told them, his own voice quivering slightly with his barely restrained need to seek the pleasure swirling along the base of his spine and the insides of his thighs. He breathed out slowly before continuing the torturously slow press forward of his hips. It seemed to be a bit easier to move, as if Phoebe’s body was becoming more accommodating to the press of two men within her. When Ominis finally pressed in as tightly as he could—it would have been impossible for him to bottom out, the three of them sighed softly as if they’d just completed some impossible feat.

Ominis’ free hand spidered out along the base of Phoebe’s spine, eyelids fluttering as he felt the pulse of Sebastian beneath him and the experimental clutch of Phoebe’s cunt around the two of them.

“Shit,” Sebastian hissed beneath them, already sounding breathless and wrecked out even though they’d all barely done anything by way of friction. Phoebe cracked open her eyes to look down at him, studying the way his flush crept down his neck and the way his eyes were hazy with desire as they looked up at her. She felt fuller than she ever had in her life—rightfully so—but there was no place she’d rather be at the moment than trapped between these two men, being taken by them both at the same time.

“Y-you two can move…if you like,” she whispered, though it trailed off at the end as one of Sebastian’s hand came to cup her face and he stared up at her like she held the beauty of the night sky in her eyes. “I can’t promise I’ll last very long like this.” Her voice was trembling, low back aching with trying to hold herself still and thighs still shaking as she held back her inevitable end.

“Me either,” Sebastian agreed with a shaky sort of grin, one that was cut short by a moan as Ominis tested the slightest roll of his hips above the two of them. Phoebe’s own mewl of pleasure followed afterwards, chin dropping down as her eyes fluttered from the feel of it. She honestly didn’t know if she’d last one thrust from either of them, heavens forbid both of them moved, but she’d try.

“Then don’t.” Ominis had somehow found his voice and it cut through the sound of heavy breathing in a way similar to when he spoke Parseltongue. Sebastian whimpered quietly beneath the two of them, hips canting upwards and pulling a gasp from all of them.

“Together, Ominis?” Sebastian questioned, not sure if he was making much sense but it was hard for him to rationalize anything outside of the press of Phoebe’s warmth around him and the firm length of Ominis’ cock butting up against his own for space in Phoebe’s cunt.

“Together,” Ominis agreed. He started the movement outwards and Sebastian was quick to mirror the movement from below, rocking his hips backwards to draw himself out of her as much as he could. Ominis pulled back until he could feel the tip of Sebastian’s cock butting against his and Phoebe’s strong muscles gripping at him tightly before he rocked forward fluidly, Sebastian not too far behind his movements. Triplet cries of pleasure left them as two plunged back inside the other, leaving her body trembling and her stomach swooping.

“Fuck,” she breathed, forehead creased with pleasure, “keep going.”

And they obliged her.

It took a while for them to find a rhythm, even longer for Phoebe to risk pressing herself back ever-so-slightly as they rocked forward, but she met their thrusts eventually. It was unlike anything any of them had ever experienced, this feeling of shared love and lust and sex. It was greater than the three of them kissing, naturally so, but it had the same sense of wholeness or completeness with it. They were linked together like a chain made of three, like three strands of a rope or a braid, bound together now in the moment to create something much stronger than what could be accomplished by one or two.

They knew it was depraved, something unnatural but caring little for labels that others placed on things. All they knew was that the pleasure was building and building between them, like holding a spell for a powerful cast or like storm clouds gathering the moisture from the air. The deluge was approaching. The magic amongst the three of them was crackling and sparking. And the fire they were building was already scorching at their skin in the most satisfying, delicious way possible.

Sebastian was the first to meet his end, hips jerking up a bit more uncoordinated than before as his heels dug into the mattress to press himself as much as he could into Phoebe and up against Ominis. His head tipped back and his eyes squeezed shut as his mouth fell open silently with the intensity of the pleasure that gripped him. Phoebe devoured his expression, mouth pulling up at the corners as tiny, breathless noises left her. She captured this moment in her mind, locking away the image of how the freckled man beneath her looked all flushed and blissed out beneath her and Ominis.

Ominis had stopped moving, feeling the rush of warm fluid from Sebastian’s orgasm only further lubricate the situation and figuring to move would mean to risk the other man becoming overly sensitive. Using the blink of his wand, he watched as Sebastian finally found it within himself to crack open his eyes and glance between Phoebe and Ominis with a relaxed, open expression. A quivering hum left him as he shifted, pulling his slowly softening cock from the clench of Phoebe’s cunt, and he pulled one hand from where it had worn an imprint on Phoebe’s hip to rest along Ominis’ bicep.

“Keep going.” There was something about the pleased, rolling deep timbre of his voice that was the spark amongst gunpowder and Ominis found himself drawing in a sharp breath of air. Phoebe tested a twist of her hips backwards, practically shoving the noise from Ominis’ lungs and Sebastian watched as her expression morphed into something more wicked for a brief moment.

It was quickly replaced with pure ecstasy as Ominis suddenly began to pound himself into her, skin slapping against skin as she met his movements just as enthusiastically, thrust for thrust. Her eyes locked with Sebastian as she jolted forward with each movement and he smirked knowingly up at her. Then he made his move.

He made a show of licking the tips of his fingers, watching her pupils dilate even further as she traced the movement of his tongue. The smirk never left his mouth as both of his hands followed the length of her body. With his dampened fingertips, he found her clit in no time, sweeping gentle arcs over it and pulling even louder noises from her. Then, with the other, he teased the bottom of Ominis’ testicles each time he bottomed out. With sex-drunk movements, he wanted to watch the two of them fall apart above him.

Phoebe shattered next, pulsing around Ominis with such stretch that even Sebastian could feel the pull of her muscles from where he was gently slowing his movements. The noise she let out was a cry of bliss, her full body trembling as her head fell forward and she gasped in air between moans. Ominis chased her release and Sebastian could feel his testicles tighten up in his palm, then the throb of his orgasm there. The moan that left the blonde was muffled against Phoebe’s shoulder, his teeth finding purchase at the crook of her neck and pulling a noise from her as they collapsed on top of Sebastian in a boneless heap.

The crush of their body weight atop him was almost too much, but he found himself not minding the way he could feel the trembles of aftershocks wracking through the two of them or the way he felt like he was being held for the first time in a long time. He stretched an arm around Ominis’ back, brushing his fingertips along alabaster skin as Phoebe’s forehead rested along his collarbone. She whimpered softly as Ominis moved to pull out of her, hips twisting in a way that had Sebastian hissing through his teeth softly as she inadvertently brushed against him.

The three lay there, breathing heavily in the quiet of the room, too boneless and fucked out to try and move or to even try to think and move. Eventually, Ominis rolled off of Phoebe and Sebastian, wrapping an arm around her waist as he sandwiched Phoebe between the two of them. There was a shifting amongst the three of them, all listless and boneless and not intending on moving from their places anytime soon.

“We…we’ll do that again sometime, won’t we?” Phoebe asked quietly between the three of them, sounding quite strung out on the pleasure that had blissfully traveled through her veins at the orchestrations of the two men beside her.

“You insatiable fiend,” was all Ominis said, more of a moan rung out from the depths of his stomach than anything else. Sebastian let out a quiet laugh, rolling over onto his side to slide the full length of his body along Phoebe’s as he pressed his mouth to the top of her shoulder.

“I think I saw god there for a moment or two...just not sure which one,” Sebastian murmured against her skin as he felt Ominis’ hand find purchase along his hip. A breathless sort of laugh left them all, a fuzzy, pleasant sort of tiredness catching between the trio as they laid out amongst the quickly cooling silk sheets.

“If that was what seeing god is like,” Ominis drawled, curling up on his side to face Phoebe and Sebastian, slotting his knee between her legs to tangle the three of them together, “then you’ll catch me in a muggle church or a wrecked temple every Sunday on my knees as thanks.” A humored hum left Phoebe, the edges of fatigue licking away at her as she relaxed into the bed between the two men. Silence grew between the three of them as their breathing leveled out, but finding themselves a bit too wound up to fall asleep just yet, though they knew it would inevitably happen at some point. Phoebe then murmured the one thing that came to mind at the allegories Sebastian and Ominis had drawn up regarding a muggle god and church and Sundays.