Drabbles

Hermione reached for the pepper shaker, stretching her spine in order to snag it. Captured, she settled back, biting her lip to temper her smile at the low groan from behind her. Draco’s hands raised to wrap around her waist, holding her still. She made sure to put a little extra bounce into the motion of her arm as she seasoned her eggs. 

“Fucking hell,” he mumbled and she felt his cock throb inside her. 

She’d been sitting on him, her nightgown pulled up around her hips and his pajama bottoms halfway down his arse, for the past twenty minutes. He’d made her breakfast and so she’d rewarded him with a little cuddle, sitting sideways on his lap and sharing bites from her fork. When he’d gotten hard, her next move had been instinctive. 

“Mmm,” she agreed, replacing the shaker then picking up her fork.

“Morning.” Hermione looked over to see Theo traipsing in, hair mussed from sleep and their hands the evening before. 

She smiled warmly up at him. “Good morning.”

Theo glanced behind her at Draco, eyes going inquisitive. “What are you all flushed for?”

Theo rounded the table, eyes dropping below the surface to see the state of their clothing. He looked back up, mouth curling. “Oh shit. Are you inside her right now?”

“He is,” Hermione confirmed, spearing another bite. 

“For how long?” Theo’s eyes danced between them, and Hermione could see the wicked ideas forming behind the pretty blue. 

“About twenty minutes.”

Theo whistled, low and impressed. “Damn. Been edging him?”

Hermione smirked, reaching for her tea. Draco hissed at the movement and Theo snorted. “Poor man.”

Draco huffed a breath. “She’s been squeezing me for the past ten.”

“Well of course, darling. I’m not going to pass up an opportunity to exercise.” Hermione smiled placidly at him over her shoulder. He was pink-cheeked and glassy-eyed, his pupils blown. He saw her looking and whined. 

“How much longer?”

She sipped her tea slowly and then showed him the almost-empty cup in answer. He heaved in an inhale, chest expanding under his white t-shirt and she gave him an innocent little smile. 

Theo bent forward and cupped her cheek, pulling her attention from Draco and drawing her into a slow, sensual kiss. She hummed happily against his lips, savoring the way Draco’s hands tightened around her ribs. He loved watching them kiss, or touch, or fuck. 

“Can I play too?” Theo asked quietly and she nodded, their noses brushing. 

She went back to her breakfast, facing forward and giving Draco another little squeeze with her inner walls. He exhaled a little puff of breath and then groaned, hips rising disobediently under hers. She twisted to reprimand him only to see what had begun to break his control. Theo had a hand in Draco’s hair, holding his head to the side while he kissed and sucked at Draco’s neck. His free hand was rubbing firm lines across Draco’s pecs, and when his fingers found the hard points of Draco’s nipples, visible through the thin cotton, Draco jerked again. 

His eyes were half-lidded and his bottom lip was pinned firmly between his teeth. She held his gaze as ate her final bite, hollowing her cheeks around the fork as she slowly drew it out and giving him a slow, thorough grind. 

His eyes squeezed shut, eyebrows drawing in as he resisted enjoying it too much. 

Hermione met Theo’s eye and smirked as he dragged his tongue up the column of Draco’s neck. 

“He feel good inside you, honey?” Theo murmured, lips right below Draco’s ear. 

She hummed in agreement, giving him another slow rock. Draco whimpered, head dropping back against Theo’s shoulder. Theo smirked at her, eyes flaring. 

“Go on then. Drink your tea and let him finish, and then I’ll fuck his come into you.”

Draco swore inarticulately. 

Hermione downed her tea.