SENSELESS
By Your Cruise Director

"No," Remus had objected. "If I'm tied up, gagged and blindfolded, I won't be able to touch you, I won't be able to see and I won't even be able to lick anything. What's the fun in that?" But Severus and Harry could be very persuasive, especially when they worked together -- the one smiling and bursting with enthusiasm, the other subtle, smooth and intense. Sure enough, Remus soon found himself bound to the headboard, with fabric pulling across his mouth and over his eyes.

"Do you want to suck him or fuck him?" he heard Harry ask Severus, and Remus could almost taste the eagerness on Severus's lips when he answered, in that low maddening voice that made Remus instantly hard:

"I want to fuck him."

But Remus couldn't say anything about that beyond a muffled moan, and he couldn't see the ferocious glee that must have been flashing in Severus's dark eyes. He couldn't even run his fingertips over the silky head of Harry's cock, which he knew would also be hard with anticipation. Harry enjoyed watching Severus and Remus fuck so much that he sometimes didn't even participate, just sat by their heads and wanked and ended up coming in Severus's hair, which Remus thought must secretly be one of his favorite kinks.

Today, though, Remus could feel Harry crawling lower on the bed, his movements lighter and bouncier than Severus's. "I was hoping you'd let me fuck you," the younger man said to the older one, and Remus felt the tremor that went through Severus's hand as it moved slowly up his own thigh.

"At the same time?" Remus wanted to beg yes, please, and let me watch, but he couldn't do anything besides groan. Severus leaned close enough for Remus to smell in his hair the traces of smoke and herbs from his potions. He whispered, "You'd like that, wouldn't you."

Then Severus slid down the bed and took Remus's cock in his mouth, just the tip at first, nudging at the foreskin and lapping up and down the slit before closing his lips over the swollen head. Remus spread his legs open as far as he could, hoping Severus would take the hint to move his hands there. But the bed heaved suddenly when Harry moved, and then Severus's entire body jerked, hands and mouth shuddering against Remus as he let out a throaty groan.

Harry was rimming him, Remus guessed, and whimpered, sorry that he was deprived of the sight. He couldn't even bury his own fingers in Severus's hair to urge him on, but Severus understood the meaning of his wail and took Remus deeper into his mouth as his hand slid underneath, stroking up the cleft. Remus heard a pop as someone opened a vial, felt Severus shift and stretch, then let a moan vibrate in his throat as cool, slick fingers began to trace circles around his arsehole. Severus quivered again and Remus wondered whether he was repeating with his fingers the same pattern on Remus that Harry was tracing with his tongue on Severus.

Then one of the fingers breached Remus, curling as it pressed inside, making him arch forward, and Severus swallowed around his cock. Remus could hear the clicking noises at the back of Severus's throat as well as the sticky sound of his fingers pushing through the lube, and somewhere down below, Harry humming as he thrust his tongue in and out of Severus. With his arms above his head, Remus could now smell only his own sweat, and the spit-soaked gag blunted that sense as well as stopping him from speaking. Helplessly he strained against the ties that bound his hands, but they held, and he felt Severus's fingers press down on his hip to stop his struggling. Then Severus pressed another finger inside, bending and scissoring them until Remus thought he would choke on his own moans.

The wet heat lifted from around Remus's cock and he wailed with the loss, squirming against Severus's hands. "Are you ready, Remus?" Severus asked him, and he twisted and spread as widely as possible, humming a loud affirmative through his nose. The mattress heaved sharply when Severus moved over him and he knew that Harry, too, had his full weight on the bed. Severus's chest and arms were slick with perspiration but he smelled good to Remus as his mouth descended to Remus's throat, hair thick with traces of smoke and soap and Remus's own sweat.

No sooner had Severus bent Remus's leg up and started to press inside than another pair of arms descended near Remus's waist and the mattress creaked under the sudden pressure. Severus paused, thighs trembling, and Remus heard Harry sigh, "Oh God," before Severus suddenly shoved forward with a grunt. Harry was fucking Severus hard, his weight pressing Severus deep inside Remus, crushing both men against each other. Severus's hands came up to grip Remus's immobile forearms, digging in and holding on, letting Harry set the pace. It hurt a bit at first, but it was exhilarating to be taken so completely, having no choice but to give in to the combined weight and urgency of the others, to listen to their groans and the moist sound of their bodies moving together.

Even without being able to see his face, Remus knew what Severus's expression looked like -- lips parted, jaw thrust forward, skin puckered at the corners of his eyes -- and Harry's too, wide-eyed and flushed. Harry gasped and cursed, "Fuck oh fuck Severus," and Remus thought he was about to come, but it was Severus who let go first, stimulated beyond endurance between the two of them, with every movement stroking his cock or his prostate or both. Thrusting a few more times, Harry followed him, chanting their names, "Severus Remus oh God!"

There was a moment of stillness, while Remus lay and ached with the pressure and thought about trying to cry out again. Then Severus and Harry were both in motion, moving off and around him. "My turn," Harry said, and for a moment Remus thought they were actually going to fight over who got the privilege of sucking him off, but then Severus dropped down between Remus's legs and began to lick at his balls while Harry leaned over beside Remus, taking Remus's cock in his mouth from above while his fingers tugged at Remus's nipples.

It was a relief not to have all that pressure inside him, and Severus's and Harry's hands and tongues focused entirely on drawing pleasure from every spot they could touch. Remus desperately wished that he could see or touch them, struggling against the ties again before giving in to the inevitable, letting them stroke and tongue and suck him until he spurted down Harry's throat before Severus nudged Harry away so he could lick what was left from Remus's cock.

"Should we untie him or leave him like this?" Harry asked breathlessly, making Remus groan loudly in protest. Severus snickered softly, but he was already removing the blindfold, so that Remus could see him holding back a grin as Harry freed his wrists.

"Merlin, you two weigh a lot," he rasped when Severus finally took off the gag.

"Be polite, or we may put this back," threatened Severus, holding up the wet fabric. "Unless you've decided you like sensory deprivation?"

"It wasn't bad, but I think I missed this," Remus said and leaned over to lick Harry's hip, knowing the younger man could get hard again in a matter of minutes. It was going to take him and Severus a bit longer, but in the meantime he wanted to run his hands all over Harry and make as much noise as he damn well pleased.

"Did you like that?" he asked Severus, who looked somewhat dazed. Severus nodded.

"Good," said Remus cheerfully. "Because next time, you get the blindfold."