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                The bed was indeed very large, but Severus sat perched on a stool in the corner, twitchy as a young cat in a dark alley. It wasn't until Remus began undressing Tonks that he began to show real interest. Her skin was smooth and pale, her breasts the perfect size, and her pubic hair matched the color of the hair on her head, a fact which both amused and aroused him.

                "So, Malfoy tells me Snape thinks I'm pretty and nice," Tonks said to Remus, glancing at Snape.

                Remus seemed to catch on: Act as if Snape weren't there to make it a little easier on him, hopefully. "Ah. Yes, I believe he likes you rather a lot."

                "And you too."

                "What was it you said about him?" said Remus, undressing as well. "That he was mysterious and beautiful?"

                Tonks glanced at Severus again to catch another one of his slight flushes. "Yes, that's what I said," she purred.

                "Well I agree. And I know that he has a vast capacity to love and care for people."

                Severus fought not to roll his eyes. They said nothing more, completely naked now, and Severus watched tentatively as Tonks pushed Remus back onto the bed and leaned down to kiss him. Everything about her was so alluring, from the curve of her back and her adorable little arse (and the sweet, full lips just below) to her feet that were, of all things, cute, and he'd admit that too, after plenty of prompting. Soon, he found himself reaching under his robe to touch himself a bit.

                Remus wound a hand in her icy blue hair, further surrendering his mouth to her as she plundered it with her sweet tongue. She knew Snape was watching, and that seriously turned her on. A drop of moisture fell onto Remus's hip as she straddled him, and he moaned and clenched his hand into her hair more tightly.

                Her tongue wasn't only good for kissing. She moved onto his jaw, then his neck, and he groaned in satisfaction. It was slow, but hungry, the progression, Tonks licking and nipping at his body enticingly, until with a soft grunt, Remus pushed her onto her back and reciprocated. Soon, he reached her navel, and she groaned, "God, yes, Remus, yes," pushing his head down further. He grinned against her and laved his tongue in one long lick across her, pressing his tongue into her and lapping at her, then raising his head ever-so-slightly to lick at her clit.

                Snape drew in a sharp breath as he watched her arousal begin to spike, making even quicker strokes, finding himself near the edge in his first positive sexual experience with another person. Tonks's hips wiggled a bit into that stroking, maddening tongue.

                "My bitch," moaned Tonks, and tangled her fingers in Remus's hair tightly. "Yeah."

                Severus shivered, but increased his pace. He wouldn't let the terms "my bitch" get to him, especially not when Tonks was so close to orgasming. He couldn't wait! He scarcely breathed, still stroking himself like mad, so, so eager for it to happen.

                She came, leaking onto the bed, contracting around nothing, Remus lapping at her release for a moment before kneeling. It was so beautiful, Snape thought his heart might shatter.

                Tonks sat up after a moment, pressing her lips to Remus's hipbone. She licked at it, nipping at his thighs, nuzzling his bollocks, until he couldn't take the wait any longer and moved her head into position by her hair. "Suck it," he said encouragingly, not quite a request, almost a command, and Severus felt himself deflate inside his very hand. His blood ran cold. He bolted to the loo.

                Remus started to soften, but Tonks gave him a lick. "He's a big boy. Of all people, he can take care of himself for another moment. Let's finish this first."

                "Severus?" she said, knocking at the door. She licked her lips with a glance at Remus, who grinned at the gesture. "Severus," she repeated, rapping at it again.

                "Right here," he said, coming out of his bedroom.

                She held a hand out to him, and when he stared at it blankly, she let it drop.

                "What triggered it?" she asked.

                Snape paused. "Read it from me," he said, staring at Remus, looking open for the first time.

                Remus cast Legilimens and watched Rabastan force a very young Severus to fellate him, and then saw the scene from the bedroom, noting both the similarity and the contrast between the two. He opened his arms and moved slowly toward Severus, embracing him.

                "Did you sick up?" asked Tonks. When Snape stared at her, she expected that was a yes and stepped forward to press a kiss to his temple. They were all dressed now.

                "How did Malfoy put it, sandwiched between him and me?" Tonks smiled, nuzzling Snape's ear. "Sounds like a great idea. Did you at least enjoy it some?" She stepped back to make eye-contact with him.

                He silently nodded.

                "Yes, I saw you touching yourself," she said, fingers stroking at the back of his neck. "It'll be great to see you get more comfortable. After all, everyone's nervous their first time."

                He snorted, pulling away. "This was hardly my—"

                "Rape isn't sex, Severus. As far as I'm concerned, you're just a blushing virgin." She grinned, leaning in to lick and nip at his neck. He let out a gasp of surprise, and then began moaning softly. She pulled away, and he couldn't hide the disappointment in his eyes.

                "Tomorrow night, it can be just you and me," she said softly, stroking fingertips over his cheek.

                He shook his head after a moment, glancing at Remus. "No, Remus—"

                "Remus can watch," she said.

                It was odd to be the one not on the bed, as it was his own bedroom, but he felt he deserved it, having been the one to scare Snape off the last time they'd tried anything. His breath caught at just how large and thick Severus's prick was. He imagined what it'd feel like inside of him, beginning to harden already. Tonks glanced over at him and mouthed, "I know!", her eyes positively sparkling.

                Tonks lay back on the bed, resting her arms under her head and spreading her legs. "Do anything you're comfortable with," she said brightly. "My, but you were hiding a great deal under those swishy robes, weren't you?"

                He smirked softly, kneeling up on the bed and crawling up it to lean over her.

                "May I touch you?" she asked, stroking his hip with the tips of her fingers, sighing happily when he nodded. "Get the lube, bitch," she said jokingly to Remus, grinning, who handed it to her obediently with an equally large grin before sitting back down and beginning to touch himself. She put a bit in her hand and stroked it over Severus's hardening length, reveling in the way it made his eyes close.

                "Let me kiss you, Severus," she purred, and he had no objections to that, absolutely none, as he leaned his head down and she raised hers up and their lips met and sparks were sent from the motions of her tongue and the places it stroked all the way down to the prick she was holding. He moaned softly into her mouth, and she added just a bit more pressure to her gentle strokes, playing with his soon-leaking head, playing with his foreskin, nipping at his surprisingly full lips.

                She curled a leg around one of Severus's, holding him to her lovingly, her free hand rising to stroke at his ear. She dipped a finger into the opening of it, groaning at how the ticklish sensation made his entire body shiver.

                "It's so pretty, Severus," she groaned against his lips, then letting her head fall back to give the muscles of her neck a rest. He was panting for air, prick twitching in her hand. "Some day I'd like to have it filling me up. Or filling Remus, if you'd like," she said with a sweet little smirk that he found very becoming. He leaned in and recaptured her lips, nipping at them, surprising her with how adept a kisser he was. He spread his legs a bit more and leaned in low to her body. She released his prick and he began to rub against her stomach.

                She groaned into his mouth, running her hands along his back encouragingly. He was starting to lose himself in the sensation, and that was a very good sign. She felt like the most adept healer at Mungo's—and was probably having a hell of a lot more fun with this method than she'd be able to with anything more ethical. He tensed above her, teeth greedy as they chewed at her lip, nipped at her tongue, and then he came against her, his warmth covering her taut stomach, and she moaned into his mouth.

                He broke the kiss to pant against her lips, fairly collapsing on top of her. "Yes," she murmured, "You're beautiful." She nuzzled his cheek, then pushed him gently to get off of her.

                As he lay recovering, flushed and, in her opinion, the epitome of what a sexed-up man should look like, she motioned Remus over to the bed.

                Remus wasted no time in parting her legs and pressing in. Severus pushed himself up on an elbow to watch their coupling, Remus grunting as he thrust, Tonks keening and muttering encouragements. It didn't take much longer for Remus to come, and as he was slowly pulling out, Severus suddenly sat up and pressed his hand against Tonks's stomach, startling Tonks and Remus both.

                Remus moved away, taking his turn to rest as he watched Severus nuzzle into Tonks's pubic hair with a large lick, and then go about licking up all Remus had left behind, groaning when she slid a hand down to cup his head. His tongue plunged hotly in and out, and he nipped at her lips, eventually reaching up to rub at her clit as he licked, and he felt Tonks come, wetting his tongue and lips and chin, and he lapped up as much of her own spillings as possible before stopping, giving her one last nuzzle, inhaling one last deep breath, scenting her, and raising up to kiss her.

                She moaned at the taste of her and Remus combined, holding Severus to her in an embrace, then turning to give Remus a taste.

                "Look who's come out of his shell," said Remus, smiling.

                "With me, at least," said Tonks.

                "What do you mean?" said Remus a bit nervously. He turned on his side, looking away from them.

                "Severus?" she asked.

                "Mm?"

                "Would you like to experiment with Remus like you did with me?"

                "Lost cause," Remus muttered, and he seemed to hug himself.

                He sighed and nuzzled at her cheek. "Potions masters love to experiment," said Severus indignantly. "Plus, we've kissed before, Remus, remember?"

                And suddenly, he did remember. "Ah, yes!" he said, turning back around to look at Snape, who was still lying on top of Tonks. It had just been a peck on the cheek, but if Snape thought it meant something, it damn well meant something to Remus too.

                "Three people, one house, no harm," said Severus. He rested his head on Tonks's shoulder and smiled at a suddenly-giddy Remus.