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"Jesus Christ, James Sirius Potter, you need to calm the fuck down before I throw you out the window!" His friend growls at him five minutes before the Hogwarts' Express is set to arrive at the station.
James smiles sheepishly at him, stopping his pacing and sitting down. "Can't help it, mate. I just can't wait to get home," he says.
Next to them, another one of his fellow Gryffindor rolls her eyes. "We know, you've only said as much about ten times just today."
"You don't get it," James tells her, running a hand through his messy hair in an impatient manner. "It's my first time going back home since—"
"—Since you turned seventeen, which means you can finally join your family in their secret Potter traditions we're not allowed to know anything about. We know," she groans. "Seriously, man. What the hell is that about that it has you like this?"
James just gives her a wicked grin in response, gesturing zipping his mouth up and throwing away a key.
"I hate you so much sometimes," she says, but James simply goes back to bouncing his leg up and down while he waits.
Both of his friends let out matching sighs.
He can't help it, though. He's been waiting for this moment ever since he turned thirteen, when he accidentally walked in on his parents and his grandpa in the middle of it. James had been curious about what they were doing, so they sat him down and explained it to him, but dad refused to let him join until he was an adult, which he now is.
So it's no surprise that when the trains slows into a stop he's already shrinking his luggage and putting it away in his pocket, his body already halfway out of the compartment regardless of his friends complaints.
He'll make it up to them, once they get his super awesome Christmas gifts they'll forget about him ditching them like this, but right now his priority is getting out of the train and finding his family.
It's only him right now, the rest of his siblings and cousins are staying back in the castle this year, Al with Scorpius in preparation for one of their weird experiments, and Rose and Hugo because Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione are traveling to Australia to visit her muggle family.
There's no one to hold James back as he runs through the carts, shoving people away, and practically jumping into the station the second the train stops moving.
He ignores the wild looks the parents on the station give him for his actions, weaving through them until he finds the one person he's looking for.
"Dad!" he cries when he sees him, his messy hair and bright green eyes impossible to miss in such a thick crowd. Harry Potter is not an easy person to miss.
"Hey, Jamie, good to see yo—Oof!" his dad groans when James' entire weight crashes headfirst into him.
"Where's ma—Where's father?" James— Jamie when he's with family—asks excitedly.
The older Potter just snorts, crushing his body into a hug and dropping a kiss on his single blond tuft of hair. "He's home with grandpa, they're waiting for us."
"Grandpa's already home?" Jamie asks excitedly.
Harry nods. "He came in last night, said he wanted to be there when you came back home. Now hold on, I'll apparate us there."
Jamie rolls his eyes, saying "I'm seventeen, dad. I can apparate myself," but still holding onto his arm.
"Indulge your old man, will you? You kids grow up way too fast."
He has no retort for that, although he feels like it's the total opposite. He's been wanting to be of age for years now. It feels like forever since he started counting the days left until today, even spinning in his dad's arms as they apparate away feels like too long, his whole body feels hot, vibrating with anticipation as they land just outside the anti apparition wards of their home.
Jamie doesn't waste any time before breaking into a sprint to the front door, running past the garden without sparing it a single glance. His hand is on the doorknob as soon as he sees it and when he twists it, he's welcomed by a sight he's dreamed of for years.
He doesn't care about the Christmas tree in the corner of the room, the socks hanging from the fireplace, or about the gingerbread cookies in the table, no his sight today is on something else.
On someone else.
His father, completely naked and on the living room's sofa, sitting on his grandfather's lap, his eyes covered by a red blindfold and his jaw slack, legs spread wide by a pair strong arms, exposing his empty, pulsing cunt, the eldest Potter's cockhead teasing his arsehole, both of the men's skins flushed and covered in sweat.
"Mama," Jamie whispers, the childish nickname escaping his lips as his brain is turned into mush by Draco Malfoy's beauty.
"Harry?" his father asks, his vision foggy with pleasure. "Is that you?"
Jamie can't make out the words to answer, too entranced by the sight in front of him.
Behind his father, Jamie's namesake snorts as he slowly lowers his son-in-law into his cock. "Welcome home, kid," he says, using his powerful arms to lift Draco yet again until his rim is clinging to the older man's cockhead, before unceremoniously dropping him back down, burying himself to the hilt, and drawing a moan from the blond's mouth.
"James!" Draco cries out, and if Jamie's cock wasn't hard before, it definitely is now.
He can only watch enraptured as his father bounces up and down, his arsehole easily swallowing his grandpa's enormous cock every time he comes down, his pussy painfully empty and practically begging to be ravaged, but unable to do it himself, not when his wrists are tied up behind grandpa's neck.
Jamie can feel his cheeks heating up, and his hands move to hold himself over his trousers, the constricting fabric starting to become uncomfortable the harder he gets.
"You're so loose already, Draco," grandpa tuts, even though he doesn't really seem disappointed by the fact. "Is this proper behavior from the Potter consort? I'm practically gliding in and out of your slutty hole, for shame."
"Sorry," Father moans. "Sorry, sir, I'm so—Nnnnghhh!"
His back arches as grandpa's hand reaches over to twist one of his nipples, the dark bud dripping milk down his torso as he does so.
Jamie's mouth waters at the sight.
He remembers drinking straight from that chest when he was younger, the bliss he felt as his lips wrapped around those nipples, the sweet flavor of his mama's milk reaching his taste buds and filling him better than any meal in the world. He would latch onto it even when he got too old for the action, neither of his parents having the heart to deny him anything. It was only after Al and Scorpius stopped on their own account that he was forced to wean off, but after his little sister's birth, those dark wet patches that sometimes formed in his father's shirts never seemed to fully disappear.
"Messy boy," grandpa teases, and it is only when Jamie notices he's looking at him and not at Draco that he realizes he's started to drool a little.
He wants to join in so badly, wants to feel his father's soft skin under his fingertips, but it feels like he's frozen on the spot, just a little kid with no idea what he's supposed to do next.
Thankfully, that's when someone else comes into the house and rests two hands on his shoulders. "Couldn't wait for me, could you?" his dad says, making him jump on his spot.
"Sorry," he mutters, not meaning it at all, but then again, Jamie has no idea if he's speaking to him, or to his husband, who flushes an even deeper pink after hearing his voice.
"Harry," Draco moans. "Feel so empty."
"What am I, then, dove? Chopped liver?" Grandpa asks, twisting his hips until his cock touches something inside Draco that makes him shake with pleasure.
"Ahhh!" he meowls. "Not—My pussy, please, Harry. Touch my pussy," he begs, attempting to tilt his hips forward, his words coming slurred out as a thin line of spit spills from the corner of his mouth.
His cunt is dripping liquid like a faucet, and Jamie only has a moment to wonder what it tastes like before a pair of hands start undoing his shirt's buttons and push him down onto his knees.
When he looks up, he realizes the older man has also taken off his shirt, and for a moment he feels inadequate when compared to his dad's powerful build. A sculpted torso and big pectoral muscles dressed on a thin layer of hair while Jamie still remains thin and can count his chest hairs with one hand.
"Dad?" he asks, his voice so small he doesn't even recognize it.
Harry smiles gently at him, motioning for him to move forward. "You heard your mama, sweetheart, go help him out, won't you?"
The three Potters all contrast sharply with Draco's body. Their bronze skin much darker than his milky tones, their hair dark and thick where he is soft and so blond it's almost white.
Grandpa's body is hidden by mama's naked form, but Jamie knows he's also taken care of himself over the years, while not as muscular, he's just as big, his hair starting to go gray in certain areas that somehow make him look refined rather than old.
But none of them can compare to mama's beauty. He's like an angel, and Jamie wants him more than anything.
With his heart on his throat, Jamie nods and practically crawls until his face is level with his father's cunt, his silver eyes getting a perfect view of those pink folds, his hole dripping wet and attempting to cling onto thin air, his clit swollen and throbbing, begging for a single touch.
Draco sounds desperate as he pleads for anyone to touch him, so Jamie doesn't wait for anything more than the encouraging nod from his grandpa before leaning in, licking a long stripe over the whole slit, not even caring that he's mere inches away from the eldest Potter's cock.
"Ahhh!" His father gasps as soon as Jamie's tongue touches him, his hole attempting to clench around the pink muscle with desperation, but James doesn't stay in one place for long, taking it in several laps that make his cock leak precum inside his trousers.
His father's cunt invades all his senses, his taste almost sweet, but not quite, his smell strong and making his head hazy, his sight overtaken by pure pink, desperate to be taken, his ears filled with the melody of mama's cries. Jamie feels lightheaded as he sucks on his clit, like he could do this forever and never part away from this sacred place.
"That's it," grandpa praises, "good boy."
He doesn't miss the way Draco shivers, the sensation addicting against his tongue, so he licks him again, and again, until his father's cunt glistens with his saliva.
He pushes his tongue inside his hole as far as he can, enjoying the way it easily makes way for him to push in, and when he gets it back out, he sucks against his clit and traces his folds with the top of his tongue. He doesn't think he'll ever get tired of this, especially not when mama's crying out so beautifully, begging for even more.
“Greedy,” grandpa teases him, but Jamie feels like that's true for him, too.
His chin is wet with spit and his father's juices, but Jamie doesn't care about that, even as he starts to drip on the floor he can only focus on eating the cunt in front of him like his life depends on it, his hands on those pale thighs and his thumbs spreading the soft folds open, revealing that needy cunthole begging as much as the man that owns it.
Through it all, grandpa doesn't stop his movements for a second, not giving mama's arsehole a break from his thick cock. It's so big, Jamie wonders how his father manages to take the whole thing in such a tiny body, and even then, he's begging for more, wanton cries for his husband's cock in his cunt that only stop when the green eyed Potter takes his mouth into a filthy kiss.
It makes Jamie stop on the spot. When he was younger he used to think it was gross whenever the two of them kissed in front of him, but watching his mama moan as his dad sucks on his tongue, feeling his cunt gushing when Harry bites his lower lip, he only feels jealous. He wants to kiss mama too!
A whine escapes his throat, and his father pulls away from the kiss with a confused look. “What was that?” he asks, and Jamie frowns in confusion.
Grandpa gestures for Jamie to stay quiet and stand up, and dad simply kisses mama's temple. “Don't tell me you already forgot what today is, love?”
Draco moans as he's forcibly sat down on the older Potter's lap, his cock buried as deep inside of him as it can possibly be.
“What?” he asks shakily, his focus clearly not on the conversation at hand.
Dad smirks and walks until he's behind Jamie, helping the teen stand up on shaky knees, and without an ounce of hesitation he undoes the button of his trousers, drawing a gasp from the teen as he frees his leaking cock from his pants.
Jamie's not as big as his dad or his grandpa, but he's still bigger than most everyone in the quidditch locker room, it's a Potter trait, like the awfully messy hair, or the almost blind eyes that need special glasses. Not once he's thought about it as an unfair trade. Not when mama seems to love the stretch of grandpa's thick cock.
Stil, it seems impossible for something so big to fit inside his father's tiny cunt, yet he knows that it will fit, after all, his dad had to make him and his siblings somehow.
“It's the first day of winter break, love,” Harry says to Draco as he wanks Jamie's cock, spreading conjured lube all over his length with his rough fingers. “Do you know what that means?”
Jamie's grandpa chuckles as he slowly starts to undo mama's blindfold, at the same time Jamie's dad helps him by holding his hips until his cock is lined up with the glistening entrance, and a whine leaves his throat as mama's pussy attempts to swallow him right away.
It happens all at once, the blindfold falls off and Jamie pushes in, burying himself for the first time in his mama's folds. Father and son let out matching moans as they connect at the deepest level, and not even the revelation that his own son is the one inside of him can stop Draco from experiencing a full body shiver and taking him down to the hilt in a single go, his pelvis tickled by Jamie's wiry pubes.
“Baby,” Draco cries, his voice soft and his eyes warm. “You're so big already.”
It makes Jamie feel like crying. “Mama, you're so warm,” he moans, leaning forward and stealing a kiss from his plump lips.
His hips start moving without any input from his brain. It just feels so good being enveloped by mama's tight cunt. Warm and wet and slippery yet somehow still tight. Jamie has wanked more in his life than he can count, but masturbation has nothing on his mama's pussy. He could die with a smile buried in it.
And his mouth, Merlin. Jamie's first kiss had been with an older Hufflepuff girl a few years ago, and there had been a couple more after that, but his mama's lips feel like a healing balm on his soul, tastier than any hot cocoa and sweeter than pumpkin juice, so careful and tender even when James can't resist temptation and buries his teeth in them.
Draco lets out the softest whine in the world and Jamie swallows it eagerly, his hand moving to touch every inch of bare skin they can get on.
As he moves his hips, he doesn't think of it as fucking, he's making love to mama, thinking of all the times he stayed up with him while he was sick, all the times he's fallen asleep with his head on his lap, the way he used to clean his cheeks when he made a mess of himself eating breakfast.
He's full of love for the man in front of him, and every time he pushes in he hopes he knows it.
“I love you, mama,” he cries into his mouth, his face wet with tears.
His father's loving eyes are as familiar as breathing, he's looked at Jamie with those his whole life.
“I love you too, my baby,” he says, and it's too much for the inexperienced teen.
His whole body shakes as he cums deep inside mama's pussy, shooting his load inside his warm womb, a part of him going back to where he once came from.
Yeah, the wait was definitely worth it.
"I'm not surprised," James says as he undoes the ribbon holding Draco's wrists together. His arms immediately wrap around his son's body until they're clinging to his back, fingernails digging deep into his shoulder blades. "There's not a single Potter that can resist Draco's charms. Even Baba wanted him before he passed away."
A shiver runs down Draco spine as Jamie's cock splurts one last time inside of him, but the teen makes no movement to pull out, their kiss becomes softer, wetter, deeper, even as cum starts to drip out of his cunt and only James' lap.
"Really?" Harry asks as he summons two beers and a glass of water from the kitchen and hands him one of each. “Wasn't he bedridden when I introduced Draco to the family?”
James smirks, putting the beer to the side for now as he fills his mouth with water. He tugs on Draco's hair, making the blond cry out as he separates from his son's mouth. He ignores the protesting sounds Jamie makes and claims Draco's lips as his own, forces the cock-drunk blond to drink the water in his mouth before repeating the process until the glass is empty.
“Dove, tell your husband about the time you met baba,” James calmly says to his son-in-law, uncaring of the daggers his grandson is glaring at him.
It takes the blond a couple of seconds to gather his words, as Jamie has discovered his neck and is covering it with kisses and bite marks, but Harry has worked him worse than this, so he somehow manages to speak.
“He asked me to call him Monty,” Draco confesses. “When—Ahh! When they called you with that emergency from work, nnngh, he—he kissed my hand, and, and promised that even bedridden he could make it worth my while."
James rewards him by fucking up into his tight hole, receiving a high pitched whine in response.
“That's not all, though, is it?” Harry asks, walking around them until he's standing on a stool next to his husband, his crotch level with his blissed out face.
Draco's face burns as he recalls the encounter, but not even biting his lower lip can stop him from moaning as James starts moving in and out of him again and Jamie plays with his sore nipples.
“He-He asked me to put on a show for him,” Draco reveals. “Told me to—Unnnnhhhh, to give him a nice memory before joining his ancestors.”
Harry shakes his head with a smile. “And, of course you did, didn't you?” he asks, slowly unzipping his jeans. “Being the slut that you are.”
Draco's eyes are glued to his crotch, mouth watering as his husband's cock is released, practically slapping him on the face with the force of his arousal.
A moan escapes his lips.
“Well?” Harry asks, rubbing his cockhead against Draco's lips but not letting it push past them, driving the blond crazy with want. “Did you?”
He can only nod, too embarrassed to do anything else, but it seems it's enough for Harry, because he then allows him to suck his cock, pushing it past his lips and going straight for his throat, making Draco's eyes roll to the back of his skull as his cunt starts to clench around Jamie's spent prick.
He can't help it, he's such a slut for Potters, all of them make his pussy wet and desperate, it's been like that from the moment he met Harry back in school. He tried to hate him, as Harry seemed to hate him, but it wasn't long before he had Draco bent over the quidditch locker room’s bench and begging to be bred, desperate for the stretch of his thick cock in his virgin cunt.
He thought that'd be the end of it, that once they got it out of their system they'd go back to hating each other, but Harry hadn't had enough after just one time, he kept cornering Draco and fucking him in more outrageous places.
He fucked his arse in the astronomy tower under his invisibility cloak, his throat in the third greenhouse while the Angel's Vines wrapped around his tits and teased his clit, he bred Draco's pussy in Professor Snape's desk after the man had given them detention for snogging in a broom cupboard. There was no thing as too much sex for Harry James Potter.
He learned to love all of it, and wasn't surprised when he found out he was pregnant the same year they left Hogwarts anticonceptive wards for the last time
That's when he met James Fleamont Potter, Harry's dad, who he soon realized was as much of a deviant as his son. Divorced twice for his monstrous sexual appetite, it wasn't a wonder he'd made a pass at Draco, even with him being several months pregnant, but what surprised him the most was that Harry was more than okay with it. He wanted his father to join.
After that, neither Potter let his body rest for a second, even after giving birth to his precious Jamie, they fucked his mouth until his throat became an erogenous zone, and afterwards they teased him for cumming all over the floor just from sucking them off.
It wasn't a surprise when Fleamont Charlus Potter asked him to strip and get on the bed, by then he was too far down the rabbit hole, and he'd brought out his favorite dildo from his suitcase and rode it while the old man called him precious and a slut all in the same breath until he came all over his sheets.
And when his son walked in on him getting spit-roasted by his husband and his father-in-law, Draco knew it was only a matter of time before he asked for a bite, he'd seen it in his eyes every time the boy managed to sneak a peek at their sexual activities.
That brings him back to the present, where his son starts getting hard again inside of him, and Draco just fucking melts at the feeling of his girth stretching him again. Fuck, he's not going to last long.
The room smells of cinnamon and clove and sex, and the combination makes Draco feel warm inside. The Malfoys had never been big on Christmas, so the scent reminds him purely of his Potters.
Harry grabs hold of his hair, and keeping him in place he starts properly fucking his mouth. It would probably be too much for someone else, the feeling of all his holes being filled like this, but Draco just feels loved, by his husband, his son, his father in law, he wants to feel good and make them feel even better, so he clenches around the cocks in his arse and cunt, and uses his tongue to please the one in his mouth.
The men around him moan his praises. A “So beautiful, love,” from Harry, a “so good, mama,” from Jamie, and “you take it so well, Draco,” from James all punctuated with powerful thrusts into his body.
He can't even make any noise, not when his mouth is filled with Harry's cock, but he knows his husband enjoys the vibrations of his throat regardless, the same way he knows his father-in-law loves when he clenches around him, the way he knows Jamie loves sucking on his tits.
It's all for them, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
James is the first to come inside of him, he's been fucking him ever since Harry left in the morning without even telling Draco he was going to pick Jamie up. The eldest Potter had mercilessly pounded his arsehole and refused to touch his pussy even after Draco had begged. He now knows he was saving it up for Jamie, but Draco still cried and pouted when he was made to wear the ribbon around his wrists and the blindfold.
First, his thrusts begin to become erratic, and then he stops all movement as his seed floods his son-in-law’s hole in seconds, coating his guts in his strong release, and Draco can't stop himself from falling right off the edge with him, his whole body shaking as his orgasm rushes through him.
“Fuck, love, I'm not gonna last,” Harry tells him as he keeps fucking his throat, and even though Draco feels like his whole body has turned into goo, he's desperate for it, bobbing his head up and down his husband's cock, helping him find release inside of him.
But somehow, Jamie is the next one to cum, filling Draco's cunt for the second time that day. He whines as his hips still, shooting ropes of cum into his father, clinging onto Draco like the baby he once held in his arms.
“Mmnnnn!” Jamie moans against Draco's skin. His seed is warm and thick inside of him, it reminds him of his school days with Harry, when anything could get them off in mere minutes.
He pulls out and watches with wonder in his eye as his cum drips out of Draco, and when his eyes go dark, that's when Draco realizes what else he and his dad have in common.
“Mama, I made a mess, let me clean you up,” he says, kneeling in front of him and licking the cum clean off his cunt, only to later push it back into his hole.
Draco shivers as his son tongue fucks him, he's always loved the feeling of being eaten out like this. Harry had once made him cum on his tongue alone five times in one evening, and it seems like Jamie inherited that talented tongue of his.
He moans around Harry's cock as he starts reaching the peak of his pleasure yet again, and that's when Harry starts reaching his own breaking point. He holds Draco's skull with his whole hands and starts violently fucking his throat without a care for Draco's breathing, knowing that his husband can handle anything he dishes.
“Nnnnghhk!” He's right, of course, Draco feels pure pleasure as he's used like a cheap fleshlight by the man he loves, the drag of his length against his windpipe driving him mad with want.
James then decides that he's had enough of a rest, and quickly starts playing with his nipples, pinching and twisting the sensitive nubs as they leak milk all over his chest.
“These are so fucking pretty, kid,” he praises. He is not moving inside of him, but he still hasn't gone fully soft, and the stretch on his hole feels so familiar and pleasant Draco doesn't even think about telling him to pull out.
It's like a whirlwind of sensations in Draco's body, his son's tongue flicking his clit and his fingers playing with his cunthole, James' cock plugging his arse and his hands teasing his nipples, and Harry's cock using his throat roughly.
It's everything he could want, and when Harry finally stills and starts cumming directly into his stomach, Draco's cunt convulses as his orgasm is ripped from him. He feels himself squirting all over Jamie's face, and his arse clenches tightly around James. His head goes blissfully blank with pleasure, and the last thing he can think of before passing out is that he really loves his family.
Marrying a Potter is the best decision he ever made.