James was standing in a corner of Ravenclaw’s common room, the bookworms really did know how to throw a good party. Unfortunately, all the people James arrived with was gone. Sirius had dragged Remus off somewhere, still thinking James hadn’t noticed they were both head over heels for each other. Peter was mooning over some Hufflepuff girl, besides, he wasn’t very fun at party’s anyway since he couldn’t handle alcohol at all and James wasn’t in the mood for babysitting tonight. James himself wasn’t drunk, still, decidedly tipsy.
James had talked with some quidditch players from Ravenclaw for a while but now he was debating if he should just go to bed. He scanned the crowd for Sirius and Remus one last time. He sighed, it didn’t seem like this night was going to get any better, so he decided to leave and head back to the Gryffindor tower. Walking out he didn’t watch himself, tripping on a step and collided with someone, he almost fell before hands gripped his waist and steadied him.
- “Sorry”, James murmured as he tilted his head back to see who he had walked into. His brown eyes met the light grey ones of Rodolphus Lestrange. James forgot to listen to what the taller boy was saying, he just stared at those pretty eyes.
- “I have pretty eyes?”, Rodolphus smirked at him, and James could feel his ears become warm. He might be a bit more drunk than he had originally thought if he said that out loud. But ever the charmer he smiled and nodded. It was true after all, the older Lestrange brother was handsome, and up close like this his eyes were indeed very pretty.
-“Really?”
Rodolphus hadn’t let go of him yet and was still smirking at him. James wasn’t sure if he was being flirted with or if the other boy just thought he was really drunk. He smirked back and leaned in closer and pretended to really study those grey eyes.
- “Yes”, he said after a few seconds. He was met with a quiet laugh before the hands on him finally realized him and Rodolphus took a step back. James was a bit disappointed with this, perhaps it was visible on his face because Rodolphus smiled and pulled James over to the side instead of standing right outside the door.
He leaned closer to James again still smiling. James realized he was teasing him, the taller boy didn’t think he would do anything. He must have missed that James Potter doesn’t always think before acting.
He grabbed Rodolphus by the arms and pushed him against the wall in a small alcove. He smirked as he pushed himself into the taller boy’s space. He moved one hand into the hair at Rodolphus nape to pull his head down so he could reach him. He did it slow enough for the other boy to stop him if he wanted, even though he could probably stop James anyway, he was a quite bit larger than him. And James was fit, but Rodolphus was to and had some hight on him. It didn’t matter since Rodolphus didn’t stop him as James begun kissing his way up the side of Rodolphus throat. Leaving small bites until Rodolphus used one hand on the small of James’s back to pull him closer and the other tangled in the black mop of unruly Potter hair to drag James lips to his own.
The kiss was passionate and consuming, Rodolphus was good at what he was doing. So much so that as they continued, James didn’t hear someone coming up behind him. Not until he felt a breath on his nape. He whirled around so fast the room spun, probably because of the earlier consumed alcohol as well. He was prepared for a fight but was met with another set of pretty eyes, these ones green and belonging to Augustus Rookwood. Rodolphus hadn’t let him go, instead both hands had moved to James´s hips hand was pulling him back against a hard chest. He felt Rodolphus nose running from his shoulder up to towards his ear and he couldn’t really concentrate as he looked up at this second Slytherin.
Augustus was hot as well and Rodolphus didn’t seem bothered or surprised of his presence. It didn’t take long for James to decide this was a good idea, even though it probably wasn’t.
- “This okay?”, Rookwood asked, and James had hardly nodded before a new mouth was on his. Augustus hands gripped his face, and he pushed James even more in to Rodolphus. He was completely stuck between two hot Slytherins. The lips on his neck had begun biting and sucking its way behind his ear and Augustus slowly pushed one of his knees between James’s spread legs. He couldn’t have stopped the moan leaving his throat if he had tried when both the taller boy’s arousals pushed against his hip and ass. James had to stop snogging Augustus in favour of breathing, his head tipping back against Rodolphus shoulder, closing his eyes. They were all breathing heavy now.
Augustus and Rodolphus were sucking matching marks on his neck, and he couldn’t focus. Rodolphus hands on his hips dragged his ass backwards and he ground his hardness into James.
- “Fuck!”, James groaned, and Augustus made a deep chuckle that James could almost feel through his chest. Augustus hands that had drifted over James’s body since they started kissing once again gripped his face softly.
- “Are you okay Potter?” He asked softly. James opened his eyes again and met the green gaze watching him carefully. His eyes couldn’t focus for a few seconds, and it seemed to worry the taller boy in front of him.
- “Shit”, Augustus said. “Are you sure he isn’t drunk?”. The question was obviously meant for Rodolphus. James almost felt affronted but didn’t have the time to answer before being turned around to face Rodolphus instead. The older Lestrange brother gripped the side of James’s neck and used his thumb on the underside of his chin to turn his face up so he could see the younger boys’ eyes.
- “Are you drunk Potter?”, he asked with a small smirk. James stared at him before turning his head to look at Augustus again. The two boys hadn’t let him go but they had halted their hands from moving and they had stepped back a half step each from him.
Augustus brow was slightly furrowed, and they both seemed genuinely worried that he was only doing this because he was smashed. James liked that, he wasn’t drunk, but it was good to know they weren’t interested if he wasn’t as well. He slowly turned back towards Augustus, using one hand to grip the green-eyed boy’s shirt he teasingly dragged him forward as he ground his ass back against Rodolphus hips. He laughed at the twin moans the older boys let out at his actions.
- “I might be a bit tipsy”, he smirked. “But I’m not drunk”. He met Augustus dark gaze, and he barely had a second before both older boys had him pressed between them again. Two sets of hands roaming over his body, Rodolphus face buried in his neck and Augustus lips on his. There was a hand in the back pocket of his jeans, one in his hair, one of the boys had their hand under his shirt and was teasing the waistband of his pants with warm fingers. The two Slytherins were devouring him, but he was determined to give as good as he got.
James grabbed a handful of Rodolphus hair over his shoulder and when the older boy bit his ear he pulled, earning a groan in said ear. Rodolphus was grinding rhythmically into him now and so was Augustus from the other side. Augustus made sure to slip his knee further under James’s own hardness and the hight difference made the friction maddeningly good for the younger boy. James used the hand not occupied by Rodolphus hair and grabbed at Augustus shoulder.
But it wasn’t enough, it didn’t give him any leverage and he pushed it up under Augustus shirt insted. As the green-eyed boy pushed his face into the crook of his neck one of Rodolphus hands turned his face into a furious kiss. James hand under Augustus shirt moved down and grabbed a handful of Augustus dress pant clad ass and pulled him towards him hard. It was Augustus turn to groan in James’s ear, all of them abandoned all efforts to make out anymore, they were all trying to get off and James couldn’t decide if he should grind back towards Rodolphus or thrust forward into Augustus. A thin sheen of sweat was visible on the three boys as they moved together.
James now had one and on each of the other boys’ necks and he could feel his orgasm just out of reach. He whined as he tried to get even more friction on his clothed cock, Augustus and Rodolphus were all too happy to help and he was almost lifted of the ground as Augustus pushed his knee even higher between James’s legs. His toes barely touched the floor, but Rodolphus hands were both back on his hips, keeping him upright. Every time Rodolphus ground into his ass, he road Augustus thigh harder and Augustus himself was panting into his shoulder form the friction as well.
Suddenly James orgasm rushed through him, and he bucked forward, hiding his face in Augustus neck and moaning way to loud, considering they were still close to the Ravenclaw common room. The taller boys continued thrusting against him, panting lowly in his ears as he literally road his orgasm out on Augustus thigh. He whimpered when the friction soon turned to overstimulation, but he couldn’t move from his position. Both Slytherins lost their rhythm and soon they both pressed hard into him from both directions one last time. Rodolphus kept moving his hips in small circles for a while, reveling in James’s small moans and whimpers of overstimulation.
James’s face was still smashed into Augustus neck when the taller boy slowly lowered him down until he was fully standing again. He would have continued down on to the floor if Augustus hadn’t caught him, his legs were like jelly. James was tired, his was vaguely aware that someone was saying his name. He lifted his head slightly and blinked up towards Augustus. The green eyes that met his was clearly amused and a satisfied smirk was on his lips.
- “I asked if you were awake Potter?”, Augustus chuckled.
- “Obviously”, James muttered, before turning his head into Augustus chest again. He could hear both Slytherin boys laugh, but he was too tired to care. Someone whispered a spell, and he felt the wetness in his pants disappear.
- “Thanks”, he murmured, he tried to blink a few times to keep awake. Augustus and Rodolphus shared a look after realizing they had both been staring at the younger boy who was pretty much asleep against Augustus chest. They might have gotten into more than they had anticipated here.
- “Come on Potter, we need to get you back to your tower before you fall asleep fully”, Rodolphus whispered in James’s ear. He and Augustus pulled the younger boy with them towards Gryffindor tower. James didn’t talk much on their way there, but he groaned and pushed himself off Augustus when they arrived outside the portrait to the Gryffindor common room. He looked hot and cute at the same time. Red swollen lips and hair even more tussled than usual, brown eyes watching them through drooping eyelashes. He had marks on both sides of his neck and Rodolphus smirked. James’s saw where he was looking and smirked back, he lifted one hand and pressed with his fingers on something on Rodolphus neck, the taller boy hissed at the feeling and realized that James had marked him as well.
- “No one will ask to many questions about my hickeys after a party”, James grinned at Rodolphus now. “But the Lestrange heir?” Rodolphus new the younger boy was right. James Potter was immune from bad gossip, but him being the Lestrange heir, everyone would speculate about who had marked his neck. Rodolphus growled and reached for the younger Gryffindor, but he was apparently fast even when tired. Because he only laughed and darted behind the portrait and disappeared. Rodolphus smiled to himself but when he turned and looked at his fellow Slytherin he noticed something that had been hidden behind James’s head before. Augustus had a rather noticeable hickey as well. His smile fell slightly.
- “That little shit”, he whispered. Augustus watched him confused, until Rodolphus pressed on his neck as James had just done on Rodolphus. Augustus groaned.
- “Everyone will think we fucked now”, he muttered. “Pandora will have a field day”.
- “And Bellatrix won’t leave me alone for days”, Rodolphus whined. Augustus head snapped towards his friend at the mentioning of Bellatrix.
- “Fuck”, he exclaimed. “If Bellatrix thinks I marked her husband to be she will kill me”. He was a few steps ahead of Rodolphus when the other recognized what he had said.
- “I am not her future husband”, he called. But Augustus was already laughing at him.