327Warning: this chapter is NSFW (trigger: breath-play & exhibitionism)
Hermione had barely set foot on the beach when she remembered why she wasn't the biggest fan.
Sand.
God she hated sand.
Normally she was not into Sci-Fi, but in that moment, she felt a deep connection to the young Anakin Skywalker. It was coarse, irritating, and it got fucking everywhere, but despite hating sand, she absolutely loved Eli.
Which is why, when the little boy begged them to visit the beach within hours of their arrival, she happily obliged.
Prepared to scrape those fine little grains from her hair and every crevice of her body later, Hermione slipped into her burgundy bathing suit, put on her largest sunnies, and planned to lay out with her newest book for as long as possible.
Of course, Eli had other plans.
He always had other plans, he was very much like his father in that way. Once she'd properly applied sunscreen to Draco and Theo, her boyfriends devised a divide and conquer plan in their own application of the balm to her and the youngest member of their group.
Theo slathered lotion on his son while Draco took his time coating every one of Hermione's ample curves in sunscreen. It had taken the little boy approximately twenty seconds after she'd laid out her towel to request that she join him and wade in the waves.
She tried to decline and persuade him that his father or Draco would be far better suited for that type of play. Unfortunately, he carried enough of his mother's strong will to not give in until Hermione was clutching his hand in thigh-deep, icy cold salt water.
"Eli, are you—Oh shit!" A large wave rolled in and she let out a small squeak in protest. The foamy white caps of the slow tide brushed up her thighs until the water soaked her bottoms.
"Potty word!" Eli giggled, his hand tightly clutching hers as the tide jostled his little body to and fro.
"Yeah? Well, you're about to hear plenty more if we go any further." Hermione laughed, the apples of her cheeks pushing her sunglasses up her face as her smile grew. If he were anyone else, she would have told him absolutely not. She wouldn't have dared step a toe in the icy cold hell that was the Santa Cruz waters, but it was Eli, and lord help her, she absolutely loved it when that kid smiled.
Mercifully, he wanted to get out shortly after. He tugged her up the beach and away from the rolling tide leaving only his little footprints indented in the wet sand.
"Watch this, Minnie."
The warning was not nearly enough time for her to prepare.
In one fluid motion, the little boy jumped up, timing the slap of his feet in the shallow waters perfectly so large droplets splattered Hermione.
"Motherfucker!" Her hand dropped from his and she wiped at her cheeks where she could feel the grit of sand slice over her skin with even the gentlest brush. "Oh, you little—"
Eli was off before she could finish, laughter bubbling up his throat, filling the ocean air as he darted down the beach in the direction of his father and Draco, little feet splashing in the receiving tide.
She'd never considered herself a runner.
In her humble opinion, running was only acceptable in very few situations, which included: fear of bodily harm, dinosaurs, zombies, alien invasion, and revenge. And right now, the latter was clearly in order.
She took off after the little boy, and as if she'd fallen under the spell of his laughter, soon her own followed. She kicked water in his direction, painting his back with the icy cold spray, before closing the distance between them to scoop him up in her arms. Eli squealed, little legs kicking wildly as she spun them around in a circle, letting the momentum of his weight assist in their spin.
"Miiiinnie!" His cries carried with the ocean wind, mixed with the boisterous laughter, they created what Hermione could only assume was the best possible noise in the world.
"Time for lunch!" Theo's deep baritone cut through their laughter, and Hermione slowed their spin, careful to make sure Eli's toes touched the sand before she squinted down the beach. Draco and Theo were still in the space they had claimed earlier, lounging under a large purple beach umbrella they'd found at the Airbnb.
"Aw man!" Eli's lips pulled down, brow setting as he looked at his father, disappointment dimming his forest green eyes, and Hermione let her fingers slip through his soft, sandy blond hair, enjoying the silken feel of it sliding between her fingers. "But I'm not even hungry yet."
"Well, I am." Hermione made a show of patting her middle, earning a small slip of laughter before she held out her hand and wiggled her fingers at him. "Come on. We'll eat quickly and go back to playing before you know it. Maybe we can convince Draco to get into the water with us this time."
"Mylo never goes in the water." His fingers laced with hers, and Hermione let him lead her down the beach, sand sticking to the bottoms of her feet as they moved away from the ocean slicked ground.
"I bet I can convince him."
"Oh yeah? How?"
There was almost an air of challenge in his voice, as if he didn't believe she could. And frankly, if Draco abhorred the water just as much as she did, it might be tricky, but she did have a trump card that typically played in her favor.
"I'll ask kindly, use my nice words… and probably give him a kiss." Amongst other promises she would be more than willing to keep—the kinds of promises little ears absolutely did not need to overhear.
"Yuck!" Eli wrinkled his nose and scrunched up his little face. "That's gross, Minnie."
Hermione laughed, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. One day he wouldn't find the prospect of kissing so revolting, though she was hoping that day was many, many years away. Lord only knew Teddy's interest had just begun to blossom, and even then, he still held enough innocence to make it charming and adorable.
"What's so funny you two?" Theo's thick brow peaked over the top of his dark Ray Bans. If it were possible, he might have looked more handsome than she'd ever seen before. His light blue button down hung open, revealing the thick muscles that lay underneath, and his sunkissed glow paired with those cream trunks? Well, it should probably be illegal to look that good—especially at a public beach.
And lest she forget Draco. Where Theo held thick muscles, Draco was lean and lithe. His abs were well defined, and though he was far too pale to be out in the direct sun for any length of time, he looked like he belonged lounging on the sand. A pair of aviators framed his face nicely, playing homage to that classic James Bond jawline he possessed. His green trunks were cut mid thigh, exposing his thick thigh muscles to the world.
She knew people were watching them, staring at the handsome pair of men, the adorable little kid, and the frump of a woman they'd brought along. She couldn't help but wonder if some thought she was their nanny or au pair. Clearly that would make more sense than the truth.
"Nothing." Her reply was singsong, teasing Theo as she maneuvered over to sit on the empty towel between him and Draco. "Just secrets between friends."
"Minnie said she was going to kiss Mylo." Eli crawled onto his Paw Patrol towel, trekking sand across the image of the police dog (Charles? Chuck? Whatever!) without a care, before flopping prone across it.
"Oh, is that so?" Draco, who had been reading a paperback he'd snagged from the Airbnb, glanced up, suddenly interested in life outside of the novel. Reaching up, he slid his sunnies down the bridge of his nose, his silver eyes peeking over the dark lenses.
"Well I don't see a problem with that," Theo mused as he set a paper plate in front of his son. Half a sandwich and a small handful of carrot sticks ready for Eli to devour. "That is, as long as she gives me some kisses, too."
"Nooo. Just Mylo gets kisses. It's so he'll go play in the ocean with us." Eli picked up a carrot, crunching noisily as he looked up at his father. "You can't come play. You're supposed to watch our stuff."
Theo's hand went to his hair, thick fingers ruffling the untidy brown locks. "I think our things will be fine—"
"No, no, no, Theodore," Draco tisked as he dog eared his page and closed the paperback with a snap. Shaking the book at their boyfriend, his lips lifted in that sharp smirk that made her heart skip a beat. "Elijah made his wishes perfectly clear. Who are we to argue with such fine logic?"
Hermione snorted, pressing her fingers against her lips. She watched as Theo's face morphed with mock hurt, while Draco's chest swelled with something akin to pride. These two—as much as they loved one another, and cared about making the dynamic of this triad work, well… They were very much still men, and evidently determined to make some sort of competition out of something as trivial as kisses.
"You know, I just had a thought. I might, in fact, have enough kisses to go around." Hermione lifted her shoulders before reclining back on her beach towel, elbows holding her torso up as she stretched her legs out to catch the rays of afternoon sun.
Three months ago, if someone had told her she'd find herself lounging on the Santa Cruz Boardwalk beach, nestled between Theodore Nott, his royal boyfriend, and Eli, discussing the merits of how she might be able to provide both of the handsome men kisses, she wouldn't have laughed—she would have claimed insanity.
But now? When she felt Theo's hand curl around her thigh, his fingertips brushing the bits of sand from her skin as he leaned down to claim a tender kiss… Well, now she still thought it was a bit crazy, but it was starting to feel a little bit like their new normal.
Okay.
Ginny was right.
Not that she'd ever tell her—God no.
The cinnamon almonds were amazing. She'd found the vendor tucked at the far end of the Boardwalk, and nearly had a heart attack when she'd first looked at the price (nearly ten dollars for a small cone of fucking almonds!?). But after her first bite, she now understood.
They were basically crack. One bite and suddenly all she wanted was that cinnamon-sugar crunch.
She'd hastily gone back and bought another cone—for Ginny, she'd told herself at the time—but now that she'd polished off the first sleeve, with the help of her favorite four-year-old, she was wondering how upset Ginny might be if she didn't come home bearing any gifts. Every step they took carried them farther and farther from the sugar goodness, and she was wondering exactly how judgemental the cashier might be if she showed up again when Eli stopped in the middle of the Boardwalk.
"I want Minnie to go with me!" Eli stood in front of the sun-faded ride, one hand on his hip and the other shadowing his brow. His cheeks were rosy, and the caps of his shoulders were already bronzed from the day in the sun.
Hermione's eyes shifted between Eli and the ride, her brow furrowing with each flick as she watched the oversized teacups spin round and round about the track. "Ha… That's going to be a hard pass from me, Bubba." Hermione laughed nervously. "I don't do rides."
"Yes you do." Eli spoke with such confidence that for a singular moment, Hermione almost believed him—almost.
"Negative, little man. I do not."
"You went on the carousel." She glanced back to Theo, the mirrored reflection in his Ray Bans hiding the beautiful green she'd come to pine for. His arm was slung casually around Draco's shoulders, forcing their boyfriend into a bit of PDA that, based on the way he kept fidgeting, he was having difficulty accepting. In the other hand, he was finishing off a vanilla cone for his son who'd insisted he was old enough for an adult sized cone. Unsurprisingly, he wasn't, but Theo appeared more than happy to assist in polishing it off.
"What about that log ride?" Draco quirked a brow over the top of his sunnies. "You didn't seem to mind that too much."
Hermione spun around to face the pair, her hand instinctively dropping to Eli's shoulder to make sure he didn't dart off, as his track record with staying put in large crowds wasn't exactly stellar. "Okay, first off. Carousel's don't really count as rides. You sit on a plastic horse and go around in a circle. And you all forced me on the log ride, which I hated. My shorts are still soggy, my hair is"—she gestured to the mess of salt and cholorine soaked curls in a knot on the top of her head—"a fucking mess, but I did it because you all asked. I adore you all, especially you, Eli, but there is no fucking way I'm getting on that death trap."
No. Absolutely not. Spinning rides were already iffy as an adult, but spinning tea cups of doom? No fucking way. As much as she liked those cinnamon almonds, she absolutely did not want them to come back up.
Even when Eli looked up at her, with those oversized forest green eyes and quivering bottom lip, she refused to waiver. She wasn't going to spend the rest of the evening nursing a queasy stomach.
"Don't worry, Elijah. I'll take you," Draco offered, and though he meant for it to be a selfless act, Hermione couldn't help but wonder if he was just using it as an excuse to evade his boyfriend's hold.
Slipping free from Theo's arm, Draco took Eli's hand, shooting them a quick glance over his shoulder before the overly enthusiastic four-year-old dragged him to the end of the line.
"Well, while they're off doing that, want to help me find the washroom?"
Hermione's gaze left the retreating blond pair as they disappeared into the crowd and she turned her attention to Theo. Despite his eagerness to finish the cone, it appeared as if not all of the confection had made the journey to his stomach. His fingers glistened, hints of melted vanilla soft-serve clinging to his skin.
Like son like father, evidently. With a small laugh, Hermione nodded. "Sure, I think I saw a sign a few stalls back." Her hand curled around his bicep, fingers sinking into the thick muscle as she began to guide him through the crowd.
The Boardwalk was busy, which was not a shock. Even in fall, Santa Cruz rarely saw bad weather, and today was no exception. The light ocean breeze cut through the heat of the sun, making what would have been a blistering day in any other part of the state temperate and pleasant. It was a satisfying reminder of why she'd relocated from Los Angeles to this part of California.
Aside from the obvious 'get away from where my parents died,' the climate was so different. Winters were cool, but not brisk, and summers were warm without exaggerated heat. Living in San Jose also afforded her the opportunity to be in a cultural hub that felt… alive, like the city was a living, breathing entity, and she was just a parasite that happened to find the Bay Area as her host.
While Los Angeles had held so many memories—many she'd cherish forever, and others she wished she could forget—it was her past. This region was her future.
They moved through the crush of people, her shoulder occasionally brushing against a stranger with a mumbled apology. They serpentined their way down the Boardwalk until the faded blue sign appeared, hanging loosely off the side of the building. "There it is."
"Good. I was starting to doubt your abilities."
"My bathroom homing pigeon abilities?" Hermione cocked her brow as she shot him a playful glance. "Never doubt them. Always spot on. A girl with a weak bladder always knows."
His laughter made her smile widen, and she could feel the high of her cheeks push her sunnies up her face as they made their way toward the restrooms. Turning down the small alley between shoddily painted buildings, Hermione fished her iPhone from her pocket, firing off a quick text to let Draco know where they'd run off to just in case he and Eli made it through the ride in record time.
Based on the length of the line, that was doubtful, but still, it was the right thing to do.
Falling in line, Theo draped his arm over her shoulders, careful to keep his sticky fingers off her skin as they fell into a comfortable silence. This was probably the best part of being with Theo—don't get her wrong, the sex was mindblowing but this? This casual intimacy they shared?
It was blissful.
They didn't need to fill the silence with meaningless words or idle chit chat. They were content to simply be with one another and enjoy each other's mere proximity. Leaning against him, she let her head fall on his shoulder as she navigated away from her texts to her camera.
"Hey." She lifted her phone up, thumb tapping the little camera switch icon so her and Theo's image appeared on the screen. "Smile."
Theo looked down, using his non-sticky hand to pull his glasses down his nose. Those beautiful eyes peered over the top of his Ray Bans to assess his image on the screen before he pushed them back into place and ran his fingers through his locks quickly. "Another selfie?" Despite his teasing, he leaned in, enveloping her body in a possessive embrace, and flashing that award-winning smile she'd come to crave.
"Yes. Got to document my time with you two." She lifted her chin just slightly, trying to elongate her neck as much as possible as she pressed the shutter button in rapid succession, hoping that at least one shot was social media worthy. "One day I might have to provide proof that you both wanted me."
"I'll always want you, Granger." Theo chuckled and pressed his lips against her temple before kissing along her hairline until his mouth was just beside her ear. "Especially now… after seeing you in that bathing suit."
Her eyes fluttered shut, and suddenly all thoughts of browsing Instagram while Theo cleaned up came to a screeching halt. He nipped at her ear, grazing the outer shell until he could pull her ear lobe between his teeth with a gentle tug. Had they not been in public, she might have whimpered.
"T-Theo… we're—"
His arms gripped her waist, one large hand sliding across her middle, fingers splayed wide, as the other curled around her hip. She felt the press of his front against her back, the thick stiffness from what she could only fathom was a half-mast cock pressing against her lower back.
Public be damned, this was… This was hot.
It was hard to deny the way his desire made her feel. Sexy, confident, and… frankly, turned on. She pressed her thighs together, a warmth pooling low in her belly, making her already damp jean shorts that much more uncomfortable as she arched back into him.
Her right hand moved to cover his, fingers gliding through the valleys of his knuckles, and her other arm lifted to curl around his neck, holding him close as she hummed in approval.
Her feet moved under his guidance, ignoring the world around them as he began to nibble and lick down her neck, apparently unconcerned by the salty taste of her sweat-slicked skin.
The chatter of the people around them faded under the sound of her steadily increasing heartbeat, and all she could focus on was the feeling his mouth on her. It seemed impossible at times, how quickly he could take her from nothing to horny teenager status in seconds flat. Perhaps it was his god given gift: Hermione Granger's personal sex god. It was the only logical explanation.
Just as quickly as it all began, the warmth of his lips left her skin and the arms that held her so securely lifted off her body. Her eyes snapped open just as he side-stepped around her, curled his hand around hers and tugged her forward.
Her brow furrowed, feet stumbling to keep up as he maneuvered them out of the line. Instead of turning around and heading back the way they came, he seemed intent on continuing down the alley.
"Theo, What are you—"
The words died on her tongue as they passed the restroom and he beelined for a rusty door that read SUPPLIES. He didn't answer her, likely assuming she could understand what he had in mind, and while the little angel on her shoulder told her this was likely a really fucking bad idea, that little devil was already stripping out of its clothing, encouraging this naughty little escapade.
She watched anxiously while he reached for the handle, breath hitching in her throat. When it turned freely, she almost let out a sigh of relief, but opted to practically shove him in the supply room instead.
Hot on his heels, she moved into the stale smelling closet, her hand slipping from his so she could shut the door behind them with a snap. As soon as the latch clicked into place, they were shrouded in darkness, highlighted only by broken streams of light shining through cracks in the shoddily placed drywall.
Theo spun around, his entire frame nearly filling up the narrow space, and before her eyes could even adjust to the darkness around them, his lips were on hers.
Firm. Relentless. Unforgiving.
He kissed her with an unbridled hunger that made her skin prickle. He wasn't just kissing her, or snogging her as Draco put it. No, he was devouring her like he was the big bad wolf, and she was that innocent little girl in a red hood. Unlike the fairy tale, she wanted to get caught. She wanted him to eat her whole.
Her fingers were in his hair, and she could feel the salt caked in his locks as her nails raked across his scalp, their tongues tangling together. His hands were nearly as ruthless as his kiss, sliding across her hips, tugging, twisting at the denim belt loops until he'd pressed her back against the steel door.
There were more than a few reasons they really shouldn't do this—not here and certainly not now.
Aside from the obvious fact that they were in a dirty janitorial closet that had likely not been cleaned in years—possibly decades, there was the fact that their boyfriend was in line with his son, being a fucking parent while they threw caution to the wind and got their rocks off.
It wasn't fair to Draco. It wasn't—
All thoughts of stopping—of being an adult and putting an end to this inappropriately timed tryst—vanished when she felt the pop of the buttons on her shorts give way and the drag of the zipper being lowered.
She gasped when she felt his hand slip beneath the elastic of her thong before he curled his fingers over her cunt in a hold that felt borderline possessive when paired with his fiery kiss.
Her hands slid down from his hairline, working their way across the expanse of his chest, feeling every ripple of thick muscle that lay beneath, before she moved to hook her fingers in the side of her shorts and thong. She wiggled them over her hips and down her thighs until they pooled at her feet.
There was no sense in playing coy and pretending she didn't want this. No, their time was limited and if she wanted to get off, well, they needed to move quickly.
"Fuck Granger." His voice was rough and unsteady as he slipped his fingers through her folds to brush along her already sodden sex. His fingertips found her clit, smoothing her essence across the bundle, causing her hips to jerk forward, a growing need burning within her.
Her fingers trembled as she moved to his boardshorts, fumbling with that useless fucking tie until it finally loosened enough for her to shove them down to his thighs. His cock sprang free of its confines, thick and ready as it slapped against his lower abdomen.
Now that her eyes had adjusted to the darkness, she could make out just enough of him for her to remember how fucking handsome he was.
Men like Theo were the kind that had little blue check marks next to their name on Instagram. They had followers and women pining after them. They posed shirtless and bronzed on foreign beaches and had model-esque girlfriends who were skinny and beautiful.
Men like Theo were supposed to be unobtainable.
But here he was, standing before her, proof of his attraction to her so very evident, and even still, it was hard for her to wrap her mind around.
She wouldn't call it luck—no, she absolutely did not believe in that sort of thing—but there had to be something larger at work. Some sort of witchcraft, or fucking planetary alignment that was in play that not only made a man as handsome, selfless, and fucking perfect as Theo want to be with her, but his equally as handsome boyfriend as well.
Careful, so as not to trip and land ass over tea kettle on the sticky flooring, Hermione stepped out of her shorts, and Theo, bless him, took the lead.
His right hand gripped her thigh, pinning it to his hip as he widened his stance so his hips were seated against hers.
Her hand slipped between their bodies, wrapping around the base of his cock. She brushed him across her sex, coating his head in her essence, before knotching the head of his cock at her core. "H-Hurry."
Theo chuckled, that dark breathy laugh that both excited her and made her fucking terrified of what was to come. His hand on her thigh tightened its hold, fingers digging into her soft flesh as the other rose and curled around the base of her neck. His grip tightened against her throat, putting just enough pressure to let her know what he intended.
Her body hummed in anticipation, the steel door cold and unnerving against her backside. It felt like she'd been waiting forever, her body primed, ready for him to take exactly what he knew they both needed, but his movements were shallow. He thrust in just enough to stretch her around the head of his cock before he pulled back out, teasing her with the near feather-light pressure.
She arched her back, pushing her hips into his, trying to pull him farther in. Her blunt nails scraped against the sun kissed skin of his muscular shoulders as she tried to find leverage.
A small noise of frustration bubbled up her throat, something between a whine and whimper when he tilted his hips back again, seemingly wise to her goal. "Theo!"
He clucked his tongue at her, like he was scolding his four-year-old as opposed to having her nearly speared on his cock in some fucking janitorial closet, and her hackles immediately rose, the need to fight flaring to life. "Now, now Granger… you know what I'm waiting for."
Her eyes narrowed, the confusing fire of desire mixed with the rising need to spite him for no purpose other than wanting to test the dominant side of his sexual personality. She wasn't going to give in—not now, not today.
Her hips arched forward, causing the sharp bite of his hip bones to press against hers, and she bit her bottom lip, eyelids fluttering for a second when he slipped in just a tad deeper than before.
But he pulled back again, and this time, the pressure on her throat increased. His hand rose, fingers cupping the back of her neck as he slowly dragged his hand up until he could tilt her head back, thumb roughly pulling her bottom lip from between her teeth before forcing its way into her mouth.
"Suck."
She could taste leftover vanilla soft serve, the sticky sweetness still clinging to his skin. And while she wanted to defy his edict, push back, fight him for control of the situation, she felt herself comply, lips sealing around his digit, sucking rhythmically as she held his gaze.
"Good girl." The praise was barely whispered, his lips lifted in just the slightest smirk, and suddenly, his hips snapped to hers, his cock filling her completely, causing her body to thump against the door.
She gasped around his thumb, momentarily forgetting that only paper thin walls and a door separated them from the outside world. A low moan rolled off her tongue around his thumb, filling the small room as he began to set a pace. Rough, long thrusts, her body rocking with each assault of his hips.
"Shhh…" His lips were at her ear, body pinning her to the cold door as he pushed his thumb farther into her mouth, tucking his index finger under her chin. "Don't want to get caught."
Logically, she knew. She knew that they needed to be quiet, that what they were doing was likely illegal (Maybe? He was the fucking lawyer, not her), and that humility should tell her to try and stifle her moans.
But that idea… The hidden exhibitionist inside her was thrilled at the possibility.
"Fuck. You want that, don't you?" His voice was syrupy, low and slow as he panted in her ear, hot breath painting her skin. "You filthy girl. You'd love to get caught on my cock, wouldn't you?"
Yes. Yes. Yes!
Her heart raced as she nodded, nails digging into his shoulders as his thrusts increased. If the steady thump, thump, thump of her body slamming against the door didn't give them away, the positively primal noises that slipped out of her mouth would.
His thumb drug across her lips, trailing saliva over her jaw until he curled his hand around her throat, but only applied the lightest hint of pressure, a firm but steady reminder of his control over not only her pleasure, but the situation. "Say it… tell me how fucking—"
She never considered herself weak. No. She was smart, educated, and by most accounts, witty and clever. She had headhunters contacting her on a near monthly basis to try and steal her from PaidPal because of her brilliance. But around Theo? She found herself completely and utterly bespelled by his presence.
That sound mind was gone, replaced by something that only seemed to operate on a near animalistic level.
"I'm filthy. I'm your—ohgod, oh god, please!" Her voice cracked as his hand tightened its hold, limiting her air supply once more, and that familiar tingle of climax that had just begun to twist low in her belly snapped far quicker than she'd anticipated.
Her body trembled as she was unexpectedly thrown over that cliff, back arching off the door, just before her knees buckled. Had he not had a steady grip on her, she might have fallen to the floor and required a tetanus shot based on the rust covered shelving surrounding them.
Her world faded, technicolor stars bursting behind her eyes, as her struggling heartbeat pounded in her ears. Her lungs felt aflame and she struggled to breathe, Theo's thick fingers still tight around her neck. The lack of oxygen only seemed to prolong that euphoria of finding her bliss in the tiny closet.
She couldn't pinpoint how long she stayed there, left in the galactic haze of orgasm, but just as the colors began to fade to black and a warmed blissed out feeling started to sink in, her body was brought back to reality as she gasped her first lungful of fresh oxygen.
Theo's body was still pressing against her, hips seated completely against hers, and she could feel the rhythmic pulse of his cock as he emptied himself inside her. His lips were at her hairline, pressing sloppy kisses against her curls, while his hands were at her sides, thumbs stroking patterns over her ribs encouragingly. "So good. So bloody perfect."
"Holy shit." Her chest heaved, vision fuzzy as she sucked in new—albeit stale and full of closet air—breath. Her body quivered, like she was coming down off some adrenaline high, nerves firing at a rapid speed she wasn't even aware her body was capable of.
Her arms felt like lead when she draped them over his shoulders, slumping against his chest as she fought to find her footing. She'd had plenty of orgasms before—especially thanks to the man in her arms, but that? That was new. That was…
"You okay?" She could hear concern beneath his breathy voice, and based on the way his hands stroked her, almost reverently, she could sense an immediate regret for pushing the envelope just a tad further than normal.
"Yeah." Lifting her head from his chest, she reached up to cup his jaw. Her thumb stroked across his stubbled chin, taking in the day's growth, as she enjoyed the disheveled state he was in now.
While not Instagram worthy, this was her favorite Theo. Well fucked and thoroughly sated.
"We should… uh…" She moistened her lips before a toothy smile took hold. "Do that again. Preferably with Draco."
He laughed, deep, throaty, and beautiful. It was quickly becoming one of her most favorite sounds in the world. Crackling fire. Crooks' purr. Theo's laugh, and Draco's sleepy heavy goodmorning noises. That would be her ASMR cocktail. Instant calm and happy Hermione Granger. Anxiety meds be damned.
Her heart soared as his hand rose, moving from her ribs to smooth back her curls and he gave her a look that screamed some four letter word she wasn't sure she was remotely ready to commit to, but damn if her heart wasn't betraying her mind.
He nodded, smile crinkling the corners of his eyes. "Yeah? I think we can arrange that."
Author's Note:
"I don't like sand. It's coarse, and rough, and irritating, and it gets everywhere." - Anakin Skywalker, Attack of the Clones.
"I don't like sand. It's coarse, and rough, and irritating, and it gets everywhere." - Anakin Skywalker, Attack of the Clones.
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