Severus was pouting. As disgusting as that sounded, there was no other way to describe the way his lower lip jutted out unhappily as he scowled. Remus snickered silently, and Hermione soon joined in behind Snape's back. The werewolf had plans for his mate and he didn't plan on giving anything away yet. They were all standing awkwardly in Severus' chambers, awaiting instruction from the Defense Professor.

Hermione was a bundle of nerves. Just this morning she'd worked up the courage to ask Harry to help her scratch that itch. Now, she was with two of the sexiest men at Hogwarts, about to get their potions. She had to be dreaming. The silent, brooding Snape with his demanding eyes and long, slender fingers that she'd watched for years meticulously pluck at potions ingredients, wishing they were on her instead. Then there was Remus. After flooing in one night, and hearing Sirius' screaming grunts and moans, she'd caught herself fantasizing about being on her knees worshiping him many-a-times, while her fingers worked her frantically.

This was better than a dream. It was too farfetched for even her wildest imagination.

She snapped out of her pondering when she realized a bed had materialized from the ground. She looked up at a smirking Snape, silently smug at his crafty transfiguration of the bricks. It seemed like he finally caught on. She took dazed steps toward the bed. Her legs were jelly and she plopped herself on the edge before she could faint. She watched the surreal experience continue around her.

Severus and Remus stood in front of her, and began taking off each other's robes. Their hands were pulling and ripping, anxious to feel skin-on-skin. To be close, finally. Severus managed to get Lupin's top half bare before yanking him closer and feverishly attacking his lips. Remus' lips hungrily nipped and suckled, tongue plundering Snape's hot mouth with an animal rage. He ran his hands all over Sev's lanky torso, up and down his defined ribs to dipping in his tiny navel. Remus pulled away from the other man and latched on to his neck, sucking hard to leave a bruise on his pale skin. To mark his mate.

He kissed and licked downwards, down his bony sternum. His hands gently massaged his hard clavicles and tense shoulders and drop down to tug and twist, pull and pinch, Severus' tea rose colored nipples. He let out a soft sigh and ran his nose along the nub. Sev tensed at the intense feeling that shot straight to his aching groin from the ministrations.

Remus' experienced mouth suckled the rosy nipple, teasing it to a dark red. He knew Severus was a man that would find pleasure in pain. He knew what his mate wanted. Sev grunted out low, dirty words of encouragement, that spurred Remus' journey southbound on. His chin was tickled by the trail of dark hairs that led to his prize. He quickly removed Snape's robe pants and all-but-ripped the underwear down.

Severus' cock sprung out, slapping against his stomach angrily. Precum smeared in his happy trail from the impact. Remus hungrily lapped it up before returning his attention to the spectacular site. His cock was thick and normal length with navy blue veins running along the shaft like throbbing highways. It curved upward, to kiss heaven with its deep purple head. The foreskin was retracted because of his extreme erection and Remus leaned in to pull and tease it. He nibbled at the loose flesh, toying with the new texture. He'd never had an uncut lover and reveled in the novelty. With his teeth, he pulled back the remaining skin, and took the shining head into his mouth with a hard suck. Severus cried out, bucking his hips forward. He leaned toward the bed on one arm, to support his shaking knees.

Never had he thought, Remus Lupin, third point of the Marauders, would be sucking his cock. His mouth watered at the site of the blonde on his knees. Severus closed his eyes to relish the moment of pleasure he'd never felt before, then let out a soft groan when he realized the man was taking his hairy sack into his mouth. Remus sucked hard on it, biting each nut until they hurt, and lathering them in cooling saliva afterwards. His hand joined his mouth back at the shaft and pumped heartily. He was producing so much precum that it filled Remus' starving mouth with the taste that was uniquely Severus. Sage and parchment and the sweet tang of a man with unfulfilled cravings. Remus pumped faster, squeezing his cock in a strangling hold. Severus' heart was in his throat. The pain felt so good, he felt like he would burst if the hand wasn't there to hold him together. He bit his lip to hold back whimpers. He wanted more. Oh Merlin, he needed more.

Finally, with a sudden thrust, he emptied his seed into- Remus held a wine glass that was full of his splattered cum, and was licking the rim clean. Severus fell back onto the bed, exhausted and shocked, and Remus crawled between his thighs to lap at the mess he made. Sticky cum drenched his pubic hair and ran down the wilting shaft, soaking his hairy balls. Remus' magic tongue carefully, licked each droplet, sucking his sac a little more than necessary, before returning to his member. The blonde placed a soft kiss on his lover's sensitive head, then rose to his feet. He pretended to toast Hermione, who Severus had long forgotten existed, with the cum-filled wineglass. He handed the glass fluke to Severus and began to undress his lower half.

Severus stared at Remus' meaty bulk as he reached into the pant leg and pulled it out. His eyes widened at the sheer girth of it. It was thick and long and he watched as Remus pumped the beast, barely able to wrap his hand around it. There was no bloody way that was going up his ars-wait, no one said anything about intercourse.

Remus wandlessly and silenty floated the glass to the nightstand and lifted his cock to Severus' face. It's burgundy tip, rampant with blood, glossed the Potions master's lips with precum. His tongue slid out to hesitantly touch the piss hole on the fat mushroom head. He'd never done something like this before. Remus murmured slurred words, deliriously happy. But his wolf, Moony, broke loose of his chains and suddenly thrust his hips forward violently. Severus gagged loudly when the head nudged past his uvula. He clamped his lips down on the snake and sucked hungrily. His mouth watered, he could taste salty sweat mixed with rank urine. It made his blood boil. His lover tasted like a man should.

Remus' hips rocked hysterically, and Severus had to squeeze his sack painfully hard until he stopped. He took a quick second to marvel in the wonderfully shaved balls of his lover. They looked like succulent fruits hanging low in the Garden of Eden. There were crescent indentations from his nails breaking skin. He licked it sorrowfully, hating that he hurt his lover. Remus gasped out a panicked 'sorry', after catching his breath. He could feel the sting of Sev's saliva on his open wounds. It clenched his nuts with a wave of arousal, but he knew Severus was scared.

"Ah, Sev. Dammit. I'm sorry, love. I got carried away." Severus felt his heart burst at the endearment and returned to his feast with renewed vigor. He took the large shaft deep in his throat, humming happily to please Remus with the sinful vibrations. A few more thrusts and he could feel the heavy balls slapping his chin tighten. He motioned for the wineglass and it was within his clutch in seconds. He used his sore jaw to milk his man for all his worth. With a loud groan, Remus splashed cum into the pool made by Severus.

Remus leaned down to kiss Sev on his sweaty forehead and took the glass from him. It quickly reappeared on the nightstand.

Hermione was lost for words. She stared at the recovering males with half-lidded eyes, enjoying the voyeuristic feeling of watching lovers caress and kiss. She felt like she didn't belong, but was scared if she got up, there'd be a large wet spot on the bed.

It wasn't her fault though. She wanted to be a part of the tryst and reached over their bodies to get the fluke of their spent pleasure. Within milliseconds, long white fingers curled around her wrist. Severus stopped her, and redirected her attention when he suddenly straddled her waist. He grinded his groin against hers, and massaged her inner thighs lightly. He knew Remus wanted to take control. Well, Mooney. Not that he minded.

Remus was swift in unbuttoning the blouse under the thick drapes of those hideous student robes. He pushed both away, leaving her heaving breasts in view. He, along with Severus, stared at the expanse of bronze skin and perfect orbs bouncing with each breath. Her bra was adorably ironic. It was silky green with gold lace trimmings. She had B-cups. They may have been small to some men, but to Severus and Remus, they were the perfect mouthfuls.

Mooney ripped it off with his mouth leaving red welts on her back from the clasps snapping. She could care less though. The moment her chest was bare, Severus latched on like a ravenous baby and suckled it lovingly. Remus followed suit and did the other. Both men were rubbing their naked members against the coarse fabric of the matching robe pants she wore. Heat pooled between her legs and she was forced to clamp her thighs together.

Remus moved to kiss her flat stomach, enjoying the muscles ripple as they tensed under his touch, while his hands were tangled in Sev's dark locks and Hermione's honey curls. His tongue dipped in her bellybutton, drawing a quiet giggle, and returned to draw lazy circles on her hipbones. Severus was adding the intense feeling of suckling which shot tingles straight to her core. She could barely resist curling her toes in excitement.

With a needy growl, she pulled off Sev by his hair, knowing she couldn't take much more. He understood immediately, and turned to kiss her plump lips. Remus had removed the clothes from her lower half while Severus distracted their lover and was kissing his way back up her legs. His tongue traced the curves of her heel, up powerful calves, and teasingly near her inner thighs. Hermione instinctively spread her legs for him.

The werewolf could smell the feminine musk like a thick blanket enveloping his senses. He put his nose closer, bumping her button and causing her to arch stunningly. Her breasts were taken again, by Sev, looking unnaturally tempting with their pointed pink peaks. Remus' teeth nipped at her outer lips, tugging them to their extent. Hermione's womb ached to be filled at this point, and her womanhood was getting mixed signals of delightful pain.

He feasted on the juicy banquet her folds made rapidly. Hermione didn't have time to contemplate what was happening, just knew pleasure like she'd never know before. Severus joined his lover at her feet and slid his long finger deep inside her steaming, dewy cavern. He slid it back and forth as his werewolf's mouth fastened itself to her clitoris. He could hear Hermione's screams, her begging whispers, and Remus' baritone groans fill the air around them. It took him to another world, where only they existed.

Remus quickly levitated the wineglass over her body and tilted it to slowly pour their sauce down her breasts. He heard Severus' deep intake of breath at the beautiful site. Her chest was covered in cream, like melted white chocolate over strawberry nipples. It dribbled down to her stomach, filling her navel and continuing its downward descent. It dripped to her lips, hairless and pink, and coated Sev's fingers inside her. He pumped her full of it, smearing her walls with each other's juices. Hermione was mindlessly whimpering now, so close to falling. She mumbled pleas and gasped with sobs. Remus pulled the milky fingers to his mouth, not able to hold out much longer after the stunning display by his lovers.

He then rose to his feet, and positioned himself at her entrance. With a quick jerk, he was engulfed by soaked satin. Mooney took over at that moment and was hurriedly thrusting into her. He didn't have time to tease her with half thrusts or pulling out. No, these were deep strokes to help push her over the edge. He felt himself tighten painfully and his toes dug into the carpeted floor as he emptied himself. Hermione orgasmed with him; her cunt massaging him for every drop.

When Remus pulled out, his cock was coated in cum-a vanilla glazed topping. Severus went to clean him up but his lover's mocha eyes directed him to their woman. He took his place at her entrance, where his throbbing cock pounded her. He had his eyes firmly locked with Remus'; willing him to know he wished it was his tight arse he was pulverizing. He didn't need to use much energy to thrust because Remus' cum slickened her passage like a succulent slip-and-slide. He could feel her walls clench him harder, and muscles inside twitch as she anticipated her climax.

Remus reached over from his laying position next to Hermione to squeeze his lover's balls. It was when he pulled them to their maximum stretching ability that Severus came deep in her pussy as her walls convulsed around him. He collapsed on the bed, on the other side of Hermione. The two lay panting as Remus' fingers doodled on their bellies with frothy cum, dipped from her glowing, abused lips. The cream had dripped down past her wrinkled anus and onto the sheets. They were all exhausted, but more content than they'd ever been. It was like they'd experienced their Third Wizarding War.

"Thank you Professors, for a lesson in Potions," she purred.