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Harry lay back, his shoulders pressed into Theo’s lap, as Blaise leaned over them, an unmistakable smirk tugging at his mouth.
“Rules are simple,” Blaise drawled, trailing a finger across Harry’s jaw, the lightest of touches. His gaze flitted between Harry and Theo with a glint that dared them to try and keep their composure. “First one to make a noise… loses.”
Theo looked at Harry, his lips curved just a bit at the challenge. But Harry couldn’t hold his gaze for long, not with the way Blaise’s fingers danced over his collarbone, slipping lower in a series of barely-there brushes. Blaise knew exactly how to play this game.
Harry’s breath hitched, but he caught himself just in time, a half-smothered sound dying in his throat as he bit his lip. Blaise raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying how close he’d come to breaking Harry’s resolve.
Next, Blaise leaned over Theo, hovering so close that Theo’s eyelids fluttered but remained stoically closed. “Nothing?” Blaise murmured, his voice a warm, slow tease. “You’re tougher than I thought, Theo.”
Theo’s jaw tightened, his silence an answer in itself, though his hand instinctively clenched at his side.
Blaise smiled and looked back at Harry. “Impressive.” He lowered his voice to a near whisper. “But we’re just getting started.”
He brushed a thumb over Harry’s bottom lip, his touch lighter than air, testing his patience. Harry’s resolve faltered, his lips parting involuntarily as a faint exhale escaped—but just barely.
“Oh, very close, Potter.” Blaise’s voice was full of mock sympathy. His fingers curled against Harry’s cheek before pulling away with agonising slowness. The anticipation hung thick in the air, every glance and touch a test of their limits.
Blaise pulled out a feather, and knowing just the spots to tease his boys… he got to work. A light drag on a nipple, a teasing swipe along a thigh, a harsh grab followed by a ticklish dusting on the hip…
Just when it seemed neither could hold out any longer, Blaise sat back, crossing his arms, a satisfied grin stretching across his face. “Well played, boys. But next time…” He leaned in one last time, his voice a breath against their skin. “I’ll make sure neither of you stands a chance.”
The duo looked at each other. Harry gulped. Theo’s lips parted.
Blaise grabbed a vibrating dildo and held it in front of their faces. “Ready for round 2?” He questioned.
Blaise’s boys let their heads fall back onto the pillow. This will be a long night.
“Who wants to cum first?”
Theo hesitated before raising his hand slightly. Blaise cruelly smirks. “Good luck babe.” He says before turning the vibration on and leaning down and kissing Harry. “Remember, no noise.” He reiterated before yanking the vibrator away just as theo was about to cum. His lip bitten raw.
Blaise turns to Harry, whose eyes widen in fright.
“Your turn baby.”
Harry knows he is screwed.