WARNING: This is a slash story, which means it contains male/male erotic content involving consenting adults. If you're not of legal age or are offended by such material, please go find something else to read.

Title: Cherry Bomb
By: JayKay
Rated: NC17
Pairing: Severus/Remus/Harry
Category: PWP, First Time, AU
Summary: Sev loses his virginity at long last.
Notes: This is completely AU. It's set in present day, and it supposes that Harry and Remus are a long-term couple. Since this is a PWP intended to answer the "Snape is a virgin" challenge from the SnapeSlash list and to shush my muses, who have been clamouring for a threesome lately (mostly grape-feeding ReMuse, who's been a little put out because he's seen the least amount of action and isn't likely to see much anytime soon in "Wicked Game"), little details such as how and why they got together will remain unanswered. They just did. And now they're going to get together with Severus.
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter related characters and concepts are copyrighted by JKR and WB. This is for non-profit, entertainment purposes only.

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"I got the job!"

Remus burst into Harry's classroom as soon as the last student filed out, and Harry wondered how long he'd been loitering in the hall, waiting for the last class of the day to end so he could share the good news.

"Brilliant!" He held out his arms to his lover, who ran into his embrace; it was a contest to see who could pick the other up first, and they ended up doing an odd, hopping dance around Harry's desk.

"It was all Albus' doing, I'm certain, but whatever the reason, I'm hired, and Mrs. Blotter already knows of my condition, so..."

"So you're set," Harry finished for him, catching a grin from Remus and letting it bloom until his cheeks hurt. "We need to celebrate."

He knew how important getting this job was to Remus; he was the calmest, most grounded person Harry knew, but it had been difficult for him to be unemployed. It had been easier when Harry was still playing Quidditch for England. They had traveled a lot then, and he was free to go with Harry, but once Harry retired from the game and returned to Hogwarts to accept the Defense Against the Dark Arts position Dumbledore had offered, Remus had been increasingly dissatisfied with staying home, idle.

He'd begun searching for a job in and around Hogsmeade weeks ago, but nothing had worked out. Finally, he'd seen an advertisement for a position at the local bookstore. As it turned out, the owner, Mrs. Blotter, was an old friend of Dumbledore's, and his recommendation had obviously proved invaluable.

"Yes, we do." Remus framed Harry's face between his hands, and Harry closed what little distance remained between them, resting his hands at Remus' waist. "What do you suggest?"

"Oh, I'd say dinner..."

Remus nipped at the corner of Harry's mouth, and Harry hooked his fingers in the beltloops of Remus' jeans, yanking until their bodies were pressed together.

"Some champagne..."

Remus ran his tongue along Harry's bottom lip, and Harry retaliated by rocking his hips suggestively.

"Or we could just go straight to the celebratory sex," Harry teased, but the glint in Remus' tawny brown eyes said he thought the idea had merit even before he captured Harry's mouth for a deep, thorough kiss.

That was how Severus found them: locked in a passionate embrace, with the classroom door standing wide open, for anyone to walk by and see them. He froze, transfixed by the sight.

Remus' graceful hands cupped Harry's face, holding him in position as they kissed, thumbs stroking his cheeks gently. Harry's slender young body arched against his lover's as he slid his own hands up and down Remus' sides in a languid caress. One kiss flowed smoothly into another, and Severus caught a flash of tongue, but he wasn't certain to whom it belonged.

It was one of the most erotic sights he'd seen in his life, and he found himself suddenly, embarrassingly aroused by it. He'd never been more grateful for his voluminous robes; he doubted he would live down the humiliation if either of them suspected his reaction.

Disgusted with himself for giving in to weakness of the flesh, he retreated behind his safe walls, masking his surprise with a habitual scowl before clearing his throat loudly enough to get their attention.

Instead of jumping apart guiltily at being caught, they parted slowly and turned to look at him, moving their heads as one. A slight smile played around the edges of Harry's mouth, and Remus watched Severus intently; neither of them released the other, nor moved away, and Severus found himself even more unsettled by their unabashed scrutiny.

They had both changed in the years since Voldemort's defeat and Harry's graduation. They had moved on, and Severus had remained at Hogwarts, not remaining in contact with either of them, thus it had been something of a surprise to see how much Harry had changed when he showed up at the beginning of the term. He had to be about 21 or 22 now, and his body had lost its youthful gangliness and filled out a little. He also seemed taller and broader in the shoulders, but his dark hair was still as untidy as ever, and his green eyes were just as wide and captivating behind his glasses.

Remus had changed as well. His hair was more shot with silver than Severus remembered, and it was longer, a silken waterfall spilling around his shoulders. He wasn't nearly so thin and shabby-looking, either. His face was fuller, and the lines of care and fatigue were gone, replaced by a relaxed, confident mien.

Standing there together, their bodies pressed close, their heads inclined toward each other, they presented a most tempting sight indeed.

"Did you want something, Severus?" Remus' soft, husky baritone broke through Severus' reverie, and he blinked as he groped for a suitable answer to such a dangerous question.

"I came to see what Ha -- Potter wanted," he replied, remembering what had brought him to Harry's classroom at last. "I received a note," he added, not quite defensively.

"Oh, yes." Harry nodded and stepped away from Remus slightly, taking on a more business-like air. "I was wondering if you had any doxy antidote on hand, or if you could make it for me. I'm planning to use biting fairies with my third years early next month."

"Of course. I can have some ready whenever you need it."

"Very good. Thank you."

"Is that it, then?" he asked.

"So anxious to get away?" Harry grinned at him, the mischief in his eyes saying he knew or at least suspected how uncomfortable the Potions Master was.

"It seems clear you'd prefer to be alone," he replied frostily, wrapping his dignity around himself as best he could. "Although, I'd suggest at least closing the door first. Anyone could walk by and see your little display of amour -- including a student."

"I hardly think one kiss is going to cause a scandal. It's not like we were making love on the desk," Remus said mildly, and Severus nearly choked at the vivid imagery that comment brought to his mind.

"Is that a blush?" Harry's grin widened, and he moved away from his lover, stalking towards Severus. "Remy, I do believe we've embarrassed him."

"Nonsense!" Severus exclaimed, backing up -- until he hit the wall and could go no further.

Unfortunately, Harry kept advancing, closely followed by Remus.

"Come now, Professor," Harry purred. "Surely you can't think no one's ever sneaked a kiss in the classrooms before. I'd even bet you've done it a time or two."

Severus felt his face grow hot, and he knew it was probably bright red, but he set his mouth in a firm line and said nothing. Leaning on his elbow against the wall beside Severus, Remus rested the back of his hand against Severus' cheek, a cool and pleasant touch, but it wasn't enough to dampen the flames burning beneath his skin. Quite the contrary, it started another type of fire considerably lower on his body.

"He's grown quite warm, Harry," Remus said. "Perhaps you shouldn't tease him..."

"Just when I've found a subject for which he doesn't have a sarcastic reply?" Harry turned a speculative gaze on him, his green eyes narrowing. "And why is that? Shouldn't you be blustering about your prowess right about now?"

Severus shot a baleful glare at him. "My prowess is none of your concern!" he snapped, and Harry laughed.

Remus leaned in close, breathing his scent in deeply, and Severus tried not to flinch when the brush of Remus' nose against his neck sent desire skittering along his nerve endings.

"This really is bothering him, Harry."

Damn it all! Decades of iron self control, all blown to hell thanks to two infuriating, annoying, delectable men, one of them possessing a werewolf's too-damned-keen sense of smell. He should not be reacting this way! He should not--

"What's wrong, Sev?" Remus' voice was a warm, rich whisper against his ear. "And don't try to tell us your sense of propriety has been offended. I can smell a lie."

Harry moved to stand on Severus' other side, trapping him between them, and he ran his hand down Severus' chest. "Maybe it's just the opposite, hhm? Maybe he liked what he saw."

Severus stared at the opposite wall, his lips clamped together. Let them taunt all they liked. They'd never get him to admit the truth. Sooner or later, they'd tire of their little game, and he would retreat without having revealed anything.

"Come on, don't get on your moral high ground with us. Admit it. You've done this before."

Another rush of heat to his face, and Remus appeared startled.

"Harry..."

"I'll even bet you've gone further than just a little kiss."

Damnthemdamnthemdamnthem...

"Tell the truth. There've been late nights in your office... someone drops by..."

He wouldn't react. He wouldn't give them the satisfaction...

"One kiss leads to more..."

"Harry, I don't think...

"Leads to moaning and panting and groping..."

Bastards! Evil, spiteful, hateful bastards!

"Then all of a sudden, you're sweeping everything off the desk, the robes are pushed up, and--"

"NO!"

The roar burst forth unexpectedly, causing both Remus and Harry to jump backwards as Severus erupted in fury, visibly shaking, his hands clenched into fists.

"No, I have not done any such thing -- EVER! Now shut UP and leave me ALONE!"

They both stared at him, wide-eyed for a moment. Harry made fish-movements with his mouth, but nothing came out.

"Severus... does that mean... what I think it means?" Remus asked gently.

The full implication of what he'd just said hit Severus with the impact of a one ton weight, and he suddenly wished one would fall on top of him right at that moment. Surely sudden death by crushing would be far better than the humiliation he would suffer now they knew the truth.

"And what if it does?" He drew himself up to his full height, falling back on hauteur to see him through the embarrassing moment.

Remus and Harry traded looks, and then they turned their attention on him again, both of them smiling identical wicked smiles.

Oh.

Bloody.

Hell.

"So you're a virgin, eh?" Harry smirked at him, and it was all he could do not to reach for his wand and put some kind of impotency curse on the younger man. "We could do something about that, if you like."

"Yes, it's the least we could do, considering we forced you to admit it," Remus added.

"Why would you want to?" he asked suspiciously. There had to be some sort of catch or a trick involved...

Suddenly, he found himself with two warm, lean bodies pressed against his, and two pairs of hands caressing him; even hampered by layers of clothes, their touch aroused him, and he bit back a groan.

"I want to see all that passion you've been bottling up." Harry's voice was low and intense. "I've sensed it, and I want to unleash it."

"And the thought that we'll be your first lovers is a turn on," Remus said. "Say yes, and we're yours. Say yes, and we'll make you ours."

"Yes..."

The word was out before he had a chance to think twice, his heart -- or some other body part -- overruling his head for once.

"Brilliant," Harry whispered, and Severus could hear the smile in his voice. "Let's go to your quarters. We live in Hogsmeade, and I don't want to wait as long as it would take to get there."

What am I doing? This is insane! An endless litany of reasons why he shouldn't have agreed flooded his mind as he led them down to the dungeon, where his private quarters were located, but he kept walking, berating himself for being a fool, but not calling it off. Deep down, he wanted this. He had wanted it for a very long time; a golden opportunity had befallen him, and he wasn't going to pass it up.

As soon as the door was closed and locked behind them, they turned to Severus, giving him what appeared to be appraising looks.

"Have you got anything suitable for lubrication?" Harry asked, gesturing to the rows of bottles and jars lining his shelves.

Mutely, he nodded and fetched a small green jar. Remus reached out and caught his free hand, smiling reassuringly.

"The bedroom's that way?" he asked, tilting his head in the direction of the only other door in the room, and again, Severus nodded silently; his wit had deserted him now that he was faced with an unknown situation wherein he was at a clear disadvantage.

Once they were in the bedroom, Harry took the jar from him and placed it on the table next to the bed, then jumped up on the bed, swinging his feet as he watched Remus capture Severus' other hand and draw him near.

"Have you ever kissed anyone before?" Remus asked, and as much as it pained him to admit it, Severus had to shake his head no. "Well, then let's start there, shall we?"

He closed the distance between them, and Severus stared down into his light brown eyes, watching the pupils dilate, able to feel his warmth even though they weren't yet touching; Remus ran his thumb over Severus' lips.

"Relax," he instructed, his voice soft and soothing. "Don't make your lips hard. Keep them pliant, and don't hold them rigidly closed."

With those instructions, he caught Severus' face between his hands and drew him down into a light kiss; Severus went utterly still at the first touch of Remus' lips, warm and soft against his own. Oh, it was nice...

Guided by Remus' subtle motions, he inclined his head to get a better angle, and Remus deepened the kiss, gently coaxing him to part his lips. That was wonderful, but there was still something missing...

Slipping his arms around Severus' neck, Remus pressed against him, and he wrapped his own arms around Remus' waist, wanting more, needing more... Suddenly, he felt the invasion of a seeking tongue in his mouth, and he almost drew back, startled, but then he felt Harry embracing him from behind.

"Shh..." Harry caressed him soothingly. "It's just a bit of tongue. He won't give you more than you can handle."

Forcing himself to relax, Severus hesitantly mimicked the motions of Remus' tongue -- and the kiss got about a thousand times better. Oh, yes, that's what had been missing: that hot, wet, dueling of tongues, that thorough exploration, oh, yes, yes, yes...

"Come on, it's my turn."

Remus disengaged slowly, backing away so Harry could take his place, and Harry immediately flung his arms around Severus, grinning up at him.

"All right, then -- show me what you learned," he challenged.

Swooping down on the younger man, Severus captured his mouth and kissed him hungrily, greedy for more, and Harry responded with equal enthusiasm, letting Severus explore every inch of his mouth and exploring just as thoroughly in return.

"You're a fast learner," he said, sounding a little breathless when they finally parted, and Severus allowed himself the luxury of a smirk. "Time to move on, I think."

With that, he reached for the fastenings of Severus' robes, and Remus was there to slide the heavy robes off his shoulders and down his arms as soon as they were undone. His jacket and waistcoat were next, tossed carelessly aside, and then they guided him to the bed, instructing him to sit down as they continued to undress him. Remus knelt to one side to remove his shoes, while Harry boldly nudged his knees apart and moved to stand between his legs before reaching for the buttons of his shirt.

When he was divested of every garment except his trousers, he rose to his feet and stopped them from continuing to undress him.

"What about you?" he asked. They were, after all, still fully dressed, which hardly seemed fair.

They exchanged looks again, then Harry shrugged. "Fair enough. Want to watch or help?"

"Help."

A feral gleam lit Severus' dark eyes as he approached Harry, gesturing for Remus to move behind him. Together, they unfastened and removed Harry's robes, revealing him to be dressed as casually as Remus underneath: jeans, a long-sleeved pullover shirt, and sneakers. Remus slid his hands beneath the shirt and let them roam; Severus rather liked the soft little moans this caused, and he wanted to see if he could make them grow louder.

He slid his hands beneath Harry's shirt as well, letting Remus guide him on where to go and what to touch, and it wasn't long before he discovered he could make the moans turn into gasps if he brushed his fingers across Harry's nipples. They hardened beneath his touch, and he grew bolder, massaging them with his thumb, and oh, yes, he liked the way that made Harry arch towards him.

While Severus teased, Remus pulled Harry's shirt up and off, adding it to the growing pile of discarded clothing on the floor, and then he embraced his lover from behind, giving Severus a mischievous look over Harry's shoulder.

"Want to drive him mad?"

"How?"

"Watch."

Remus caught Harry's earlobe gently between his teeth, tugging lightly before nibbling his way around the shell of Harry's ear and back down to the lobe, which he nipped and sucked until Harry was all but melting against him, breath coming in shallow pants.

Intrigued, Severus bent so he could run his tongue along the outer edge of Harry's other ear--

"Oh, God, yes!" Harry's arms were around him, clutching him and pulling him close, and he felt the exquisite ecstasy of skin-on-skin for the first time in his life. How had he gone for so long without this?

He wrapped his arms around both of them as far as he could, but Remus still had on too many clothes for what he wanted. Apparently Harry agreed, because as soon as he tugged at the hem of Remus' shirt, Harry twisted around to help remove it.

"Is this better?" Remus smiled provocatively and ran his hands down his lightly furred bare chest, sliding his fingers into the waistband of his jeans.

"Much." Harry gazed at his lover, his emerald green eyes smoldering. "Finish while we watch."

Remus toed off his loafers and pushed them out of the way with one bare foot, then he began unfastening the buttons of his fly, working in slow motion to tease his audience. Harry snuggled himself under Severus' arm, his hands constantly roaming Severus' naked torso as they both watched avidly. Pushing his jeans down, he stepped out of them and stood up -- naked. Either he didn't bother with underwear, or he'd prepared for the evening's activities.

Severus felt a rush of heat course through him at the sight, and he suddenly wanted to know how to do everything all at once, so he could get his hands on that lovely body and know exactly how to make it writhe beneath him.

Then he felt Harry's nimble fingers at his waist.

"You're next," Harry told him, even as he began unfastening Severus' trousers and sliding them down his narrow hips to reveal his plain white briefs. "Tidy whities?" Harry smiled. "How conservative of you. Ever thought of wearing boxers? They're much more comfortable." He caught Severus' gaze and held it. "And much sexier."

"I'll keep that in mind..." Severus murmured, kicking away his trousers and focusing his attention on remaining upright as Harry stroked the front of his briefs, bringing the swollen flesh beneath the strained cotton fabric to aching hardness.

Meanwhile, Remus had busied himself turning back the bedcovers, and as Harry helped Severus out of his underpants, he leaped onto the bed and stretched out in the middle, reclining on the pillows and watching them with a predatory gaze.

"Come here, Sev," he instructed, holding out his arms and beckoning. "I've a few things to show you while Harry finishes getting undressed."

Remus didn't have to ask twice. No sooner were the words out of his mouth than Severus climbed onto the bed next to him, ready for whatever the next lesson might be. With a low growl, Remus pounced, rolling him onto his back.

"Time to teach you some of the more sensitive areas of the body," he whispered -- and then showed him exactly why Harry came so undone at having his ear nibbled.

He felt Remus' talented lips and tongue working magic on his ear and down his neck, and suddenly he felt another, equally talented mouth on his stomach, kissing, nipping, and tracing intricate patterns with the tip of a warm, wet tongue. All the while, they let their hands explore every inch of his bare skin, their fingertips leaving a trail of fire everywhere they touched. He was sandwiched between them, Remus working his way down, and Harry working his way up, and they met in the middle, both latching on to a nipple at the same moment, and nearly making Severus arch to the ceiling when they did.

Gathering Severus in his arms, Remus pulled him into a kiss, and Severus tangled his fingers in Remus' hair, sifting through the long, silken strands, drowning in the taste and feel... then Harry settled between his legs, grasped his hips firmly to keep him still, and closed his mouth over Severus' shaft, swallowing it to the base, leaving Severus unable to hold back the wordless cry that burst out of him at the feel of that hot, wet mouth sheathing him.

Swooping in for another kiss, Remus captured his hands and laced their fingers together, which he was grateful for; he felt in desperate need of something to hold onto, else he felt in very real danger of losing himself completely. With Remus holding him pinned between the pillows and a deep, tongue-tangling kiss, Severus could move nothing above his waist, but he needed to move -- he had to move, or he'd go mad -- surely they would have mercy on him -- and finally, Harry let go of his hips, silently giving him permission.

He wanted nothing more than to start thrusting hard and fast, but his rapidly fading rational side reminded him that he might hurt Harry, and so he forced himself to remain still for a moment. Slowly, carefully, he lifted his hips, and Harry applied a generous amount of suction, as if to reward him, and he groaned into Remus' mouth, sanity fleeing under their sensual assault.

Abandoning himself to the unfamiliar, overwhelming desire raging in his blood, Severus clutched Remus' hands so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and his hips caught a rhythm that Harry seemed to approve of, from the way he gently stroked Severus' thighs. Passion coiled within him, winding tighter and tighter until he felt himself hovering on the brink of something huge, something he needed so badly, and oh, God, what Harry was doing with his tongue --

The explosion hit, shaking him to the very core of his being, wrenching a scream from him that Remus swallowed above just as Harry swallowed his emission below, and the world greyed out as he collapsed, sweat-drenched and boneless.

When he roused again, he found Remus and Harry cuddled up on either side of him, their clasped hands resting on his stomach; as soon as he stirred, they both lifted their heads and looked up at him with expectant expressions.

"Back with us, I see." Harry's smile was impudent, but Severus felt too languidly sated to bother with a sarcastic response. "Ready for more?"

"More?" He stared at the younger man, stunned. "Are you trying to kill me?"

"No, just trying to help you make up for lost time." Harry's smile widened, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he rolled over and snagged the jar from the table.

Severus went still as the implications sank in. Even though he didn't have any practical experience with sex beyond this night, he remembered the mechanics he'd been taught, and he had a pretty good idea of what was going to happen next. He was... not nervous, of course, but not entirely sanguine about it, either. It meant giving up control more than he'd done so far; it meant letting someone closer than he had ever allowed before, and making himself more vulnerable than he ever had before in his life.

Was he ready for that?

He glanced at Harry, who was watching him with a blend of curiosity and anticipation, and then at Remus, whose gentle eyes were smoky with desire. They had been comrades in arms during the war with Voldemort. Now they were comrades in arms once again, but in a very different way. He had trusted them with his life then out of necessity. It was time for him to trust them again out of choice.

Yes. He was ready.

"Show me."

"Lie on your side, facing me," Remus instructed quietly.

Severus complied, and Remus stroked his cheek, kissing the end of his nose as he scooted closer. Behind him, he heard the jar lid being unscrewed, and he tensed a little; Remus kissed him lightly on the mouth as if to reassure him.

"It's just preparation," Remus whispered against his lips. "Put your arms around me, Sev. Hold on as tightly as you like."

Nestling against him, Remus slid his arms around Severus and mouthed kisses along his jaw and down his neck; Severus wrapped his arms around him in return, acutely aware of Remus' erection nudging his stomach, and of Harry's body heat warming him from behind. At the first touch of Harry's slick finger, Severus forced himself to relax. It didn't hurt, after all, and--

Harry brushed against something within him that sent electric sparks shooting throughout his body, and he gasped, convulsively tightening his grip on Remus.

"Liked that, did you?" Harry's voice was full of warm amusement. "The pleasure of the prostate. Nice, eh?"

"Nice" doesn't begin to cover it, Severus thought hazily as Harry continued to stroke that sensitive spot, and he felt his penis stirring to life again.

Harry withdrew, only to return a moment later with a second finger added to the first, scissoring them carefully, and Severus tried not to wince, knowing this was necessary preparation for what was to follow.

"Can you give me a bit of that lubricant?" Remus asked.

Withdrawing once more, Harry reached for the jar and offered it to Remus, who scooped some out and slipped his hand between his body and Severus'. Severus closed his eyes, unable to hold back a groan when he felt Remus' fingers closing partly around his shaft, and partly around Remus' own unattended erection, bringing them together to share the lube and the stimulation.

In front, Remus stroked him to full hardness, and behind, Harry penetrated him with three fingers. Under the onslaught of sensation, Severus felt caught in a web of pleasure, not sure whether to scream or writhe, and he settled on clutching Remus' back as if for dear life.

Then the fingers were removed, and flash of apprehension shot through him, but Remus' voice was a soothing balm, calming him as he felt Harry move into place. "Harry's going to enter you now, Sev, but I want you to focus on me, all right? It'll hurt a bit, especially since this is your first time, but we'll get you through."

With that, Remus drew him into a deep kiss, sucking Severus' tongue gently into his mouth, and Severus concentrated on the silken feel of Remus' lips and tongue, on the taste of him, on the addictive sweetness of his kiss. Harry stroked his back soothingly, raining little kisses on his shoulder as he began to push forward, easing in slowly. Severus' gasp of pain was lost in the on-going kiss, but his fingers dug into Remus' flesh as Harry continued to fill and stretch him; Remus and Harry whispered reassurances to him, easing the difficulty of the new experience with both voice and touch.

"There now..." Harry murmured, flexing his hips a little as he buried himself completely in Severus' body. "That's got it. Now the fun can begin."

He pulled almost all the way out and thrust in again, angling so that he stroked against the sensitive gland, and Severus gasped, but with pleasure this time. Harry kept his rhythm smooth and slow, letting the pleasure build at a gradual pace, and it wasn't long before Severus was squirming between them, panting with need; at last, Harry hastened the speed, his thrusts becoming quicker and more shallow, and Remus matched him, stroking himself and Severus faster.

The pleasure-tension coil was winding up again, tighter than before. The feel of Remus' shaft sliding against his as Remus pumped them both harder, and the feel of Harry inside him, filling him -- it was too much, and then Remus fastened onto a certain spot on his neck, sucking it hard, and Harry reached around to tease his nipples, and that was it. With a hoarse cry, he tumbled over the edge into orgasm, vaguely aware of Harry's pulsing release deep within him, of Remus' soft exclamation of pleasure as he too climaxed a moment later.

They were a sticky, sweaty tangle of limbs. Harry's legs were twined with his, and Remus' labored breath puffed against his neck. Severus couldn't have moved, even if he had wanted to, but, oddly enough, he didn't want to. Instead, when Harry tugged on him, urging him to roll onto his back, he complied, wrapping one arm around each of them as they snuggled against him like a couple of exhausted puppies, Harry using his shoulder as a pillow, and Remus flinging one arm across his chest, as if they were both laying claim to him in their own ways.

"Next time," Remus said drowsily, "it'll be your turn to make love to one of us."

"Next time?" Severus summoned enough strength from somewhere to raise his eyebrow questioningly. "You want to do this again? With me?"

"Well, we've still got loads to teach you, haven't we," Harry mumbled, nuzzling his nose against Severus' ear. "Can't do it all in one night."

"If you're interested in more lessons, that is," Remus added, lifting his head so he could look at Severus.

Were they mad? Of course he wanted more lessons! How was he supposed to go back to a life of celibacy after this? He knew what all the fuss was about now, and he rather wanted to continue fussing himself. And a little voice deep inside told him that he'd been spoilt. After having two beautiful, knowledgeable lovers share in the loss of his virginity, everything else would probably be... well, anti-climatic, so to speak.

"I believe in finishing what I start," was all he said, but the little squeeze he got from Remus and Harry's sleepy chuckle told him they understood.

The last coherant thought that passed through his mind before sleep claimed him was that he would have to brew up a large batch of the lubricant salve as soon as possible. He had a feeling they would need a great deal more in the days to come.