Harry had hated his Occlumency lessons with Snape, and he'd had plenty of time to reflect on them and many other aspects of his Hogwarts career in the years since being dumped in another universe. He'd suspected his struggles with learning the magic hadn't been due to (as Snape had told him) his lack of talent in the area, but rather because telling someone to clear their mind moments before blasting them with a mental battering ram was a particularly poor teaching method.
Snape had been shite as a potions teach, after all, it'd make sense he'd be a shite teacher in all other subject areas.
But he hadn't expected his suspicions to be confirmed so conclusively and easily. He grinned as he felt a telltale mental 'tingle' that could only be Wanda's probing telepathy. "Hi there." He teased, giving her own mind a mental 'knock on the door'.
"Hi." Wanda grinned back, giving him a half-wave.
These training sessions had ostensibly been to help Wanda to better control her abilities. They'd been an easy sell to the rest of the team, even without going into specifics of what had happened. But Harry had found himself learning as much as Wanda. He wondered what Snape would make of his Occlumency shields now, after only a week of playful sparring with her.
"Who is that greasy haired man and why does he keep popping up in your mind?" She asked him.
Harry grumbled, wondering where to even start with his old professor. "You could just send me a memory of him." She suggested "You need practice with that, anyway."
That he did. These training sessions had also drawn them closer than Harry had ever imagined they would. The way the swapped memories, even terrible ones, the way old friends traded stories. It was a kind of emotional intimacy that Harry had never quite experienced before. He mulled her proposal over for a moment, before collecting the memory of his first potions class and sending it over to her. He actually enjoyed that way her face scrunched up in indignation.
"What did you see?" He asked her, just to make sure the memory had gone through properly.
Wanda described the scene in a clipped tone- from Snape's pretentious entrance to him docking points from Harry, and then demanded "That was the first time you met him?" Harry nodded. "You were eleven… what reason could he even have to treat you that way. You did nothing to deserve that!"
Harry sighed "My father was an old bully of his, and he was in love with my mother." He said as if that explained everything. "He always took it out on me, from the very beginning. He was a professor, and Dumbledore would never sack him because he was too valuable as a spy on Voldemort."
Wanda's frowned deepened, and that was when Skye announced her presence. "Yeah, I'm with Wanda on this one. That's fucked up." Both of them startled, so engrossed with their mental and verbal back and forth that they hadn't noticed the third person entering the room.
"He's not evil." Harry wasn't exactly sure where the urge to defend Snape came from. Perhaps it didn't feel right stomping on someone's grave. "He fought against Voldemort and died for it."
"Maybe he wasn't evil, but he sounds like a loser." Skye said bluntly, and Harry snorted. "Seriously. He decided to bully an orphaned child to get back at someone who'd been dead for a decade. He spent a decade hung up on someone who was dead and never interested in him in the first place. That's pathetic."
He'd never heard it put quite that way. When he was a student, Snape had been in a position of power, he'd never had the luxury of thinking of him as pathetic. But now, with the benefit of age and experience, he could see things more objectively. Snape may have been on the right side of the war, but he was petty, mean, and lived a miserably life mostly of his own making. He could have moved on, taken a fresh start, made new friends, fallen in love… instead he clung to an over decade old grudge with a dead man and took his misery out on schoolchildren.
He was glad that Snape hadn't been evil, but Harry certainly didn't owe him any consideration beyond that, and at long last Harry felt comfortable filing away another chapter of his life. Confident that no more niggling resentment would seep through.
"You're right." He said finally "He really isn't worth my time, especially not now."
Skye kissed his cheek "That's the spirit." Then she turned to Wanda and grinned mischievously "Hey, what number am I thinking of?"
Wanda's features creased over in concentration for a moment, before she jumped back in her seat, face turning brilliantly red. "Do you have to torment her like that?" Harry asked.
"Yes." Skye deadpanned. Harry arched an eyebrow up at her, but Skye's grin didn't diminish in the slightest.
"Are you two going to kiss already? The tension is getting to be a bit much." Wanda interjected.
"That's the point." Skye muttered, before giving in and kissing him. "The tension-" She said between kisses "-is half the fun."
While the door to their sex life had been opened for Wanda, things had progressed slowly. Harry had no problem with this arrangement. The first time Harry and Skye had been openly affectionate around Wanda it had been a little uncomfortable, but Harry's growing familiarity with Wanda and Skye's never-ending teasing of her had them all growing surprisingly comfortable. Skye was now whispering to him about having Wanda watch them have sex as dirty talk, and Harry found the prospect very… appealing.
With Natasha, things had gone slower. She'd been withdrawn, contemplative for most of the week, and hadn't made a move to talk to Skye. By mutual agreement, Harry and Skye decided to let her be. Natasha would come to them if and when she wanted to talk.
Skye sent a sidelong glance to Wanda after their kiss broke and smiled in satisfaction at her flushed appearance. "Having fun?" She teased.
"You're one to talk." Wanda shot back. She'd been growing some teeth against Skye's teasing, but unfortunately for her Skye was shameless, seemingly able to take anything in good humor.
"Oh, I know." She preened. Harry huffed in amusement and brought her in for another kiss. This one lasted longer, and they were both sucked into the experience until Wanda's whimper drew them back out.
"Don't stop on my account." Wanda said, breathless.
"You know, you're supposed to be trying to block us out." Harry noted, before Skye pulled him back in. That was their 'official' justification for these explorations, giving Wanda practice at restraining herself. Whenever Wanda's control broke and she intruded on them mentally, the fun would stop. It was excellent motivation, and it had led to great improvements in her level of control, even if it did also leave all three of them frustrated. It was a convenient excuse for them to be alone together, and if Skye joined them… well she was also mastering her own abilities under Harry's tutelage. None of them were ready to explain their new arrangement to their teammates. Harry was frankly hoping to put off that discussion for as long as possible. Tony would probably roll with it well enough, but Steve…
Wanda rubbed her thighs together and nodded "Right. Right right right. Focus." She said, drawing Harry back to the present "Go ahead and test me."
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Skye tugged Harry's shirt off, rubbing her hands over his chest, and Wanda shifted in her seat, watching with wide eyes. It wasn't the first time she'd seen him shirtless, but he still looked every bit a sculpted work of art. Skye's mouth (and oh, how Wanda wished it would be hers) followed her hands, her tongue tracing out the divot between his pecs, before venturing lower, marking a stripe along his abdomen. "You're really missing out." She purred to Wanda as she deliberately palmed Harry's crotch. "He's already- hah!"
Harry grunted as he flipped Skye onto the bed, so that she was on her hands and knees in front of him. This was exactly what Skye had wanted. She loved to tease and provoke, anticipating the inevitable response. She whined, wiggling her arse enticingly and Harry responded with a playful smack. Wanda couldn't help but be a little envious. There had been an unofficial 'look but don't touch' policy between them, but it was becoming increasingly frustrating to follow.
"Tease." He told her.
"You love it." She responded breathlessly. Harry lightly smacked her again in response. His hands then sculpted along her thighs, and she moaned.
"Oh, I do." He breathed "But I think you love this more." He spread her legs apart and pressed a hand against her sex, massaging it and letting Skye grind back against him. "Isn't that right, Skye?"
"Fffuck!" She moaned.
"I bet you're already so wet for me." He continued, as he traced his fingers around her crotch "Let's find out." The fabric between where his fingers traced vanished, leaving her sex exposed to open air. Wanda could pinpoint the exact moment when Skye had realized what he'd done by her strangled gasp. Wanda had begun to understand what made Skye tick. While she had certainly been turned on before, but this unexpected development had sent her to another level. She loved it whenever he was able to put her off balance, shift the dynamic in a way she hadn't expected. Wanda, for her part, loved watching Harry break Skye down. The ex-agent was normally irrepressible- an incorrigible flirt and a shameless tease. Seeing her reduced to a babbling mess was hotter than she cared to admit.
"Look at you." He purred, watching in real time as her core began to drip. "Such a needy little cunt, isn't that right?" He ran a teasing finger along her outer lips. Skye whimpered- it was a needy, docile sound that signaled her surrender. "What was that?" He pressed, continuing to tease her with his fingers.
"I- I- fuck!" She whined "You're right. I'm a slut! I'm such a needy little slut! I need it. I need it!"
Harry slipped his fingers deeper, seeking her clit. "What do you need, Skye?"
"I- huuuuuh!" She moaned as he found the sensitive nub "Huh! Huh! Cock! I need your cock! Fuck me!"
Even without telepathy Wanda could see the gears turning in Harry's head. She knew the temptation to fulfill her request must be there, but he admirably rebuffed it. "I don't think you've earned it yet."
She let out another deliciously titillating whimper. "Why don't you tell Wanda how it feels, since she can't feel it herself." He cast his gaze up to her, checking to see if she was comfortable, and also seeing if she appeared to be using her telepathy. His eyes lingered on her, no doubt taking the state of her. Her entire body felt hot and flushed, so she could only imagine what she looked like. He then narrowed in on where her hand toyed with her waistband, before catching her eye and winking.
Good lord. That was permission.
Wanda wasted no time in wriggling out of her jeans and dipping her fingers under her panties. She'd never actually masturbated with anyone before, and she hadn't realized how viscerally exciting it would feel. Grunts spilled from her lips as recklessly swirled her fingers around her clit, sending hot pleasure singing into her veins.
"His fingers feel so good, but I feel so empty." Skye said breathlessly, and Wanda sympathized. "I can't- I need- I'm… fuck!" She cursed as he penetrated her with two of his fingers. "That's not what I fucking need!" She hissed.
"So demanding." Harry teased "See if I fuck you if you keep that up."
Another whimper "No. Sorry, sorry. I'll be good."
"Oh my god." Wanda moaned.
"I'll be good. I'll be good." Skye's string of platitudes continued, and Harry seemed to make a decision. He leaned against her and pressed a kiss to the back of her neck.
"I know sweetheart." He told her soothingly, and she gasped at the sound of him unlatching his belt. Wanda's eyes narrowed, watching intently as he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Her breathing became labored, and her fingers' movements grew more vigorous.
His boxers came down, and there was no stopping her moan. "Fuck!"
"Remember, no peaking." He reminded her, before giving his shaft a series of languid strokes for her benefit, foreskin gliding back to expose his flushed cockhead. It was alluring, and the urge to touch him was powerful- to feel his manhood in her hand, in her mouth, inside her. Her body tensed, her free hand was clutching the arm of her chair, nails digging into the fabric. Her fingers were beginning to cramp from the intensity of her fingering, but she could barely acknowledge it. She'd become completely consumed, a slave to an animalistic pursuit of pleasure.
She was so close, they were close, but just as he was placing himself against Skye's sex, Wanda realized that she could feel it, the sensation of his cockhead directly against her lips and beneath it Skye's anticipation and lust "Tesseract!" It was their safe word, which she usually only used to indicate that she'd accidentally used her telepathy on one of them- usually Skye since Harry was able to detect her mental presence.
Harry sighed and stepped away from Skye, but Wanda could tell he wasn't upset. Every time she came clean, he'd give her a small smile and thank her for being honest with them, and this time was no different, even if his voice did sound a tad strained for understandable reasons.
Skye wasn't nearly so generous. "Come on! It was just getting good, too."
"I'm sorry. I slipped up." Wanda said. She was just as disappointed as Skye appeared to be. She'd slipped up, just like she always did. She'd gotten so close, only to come up short.
"Hey." Harry told her kindly "You did good. This is the longest you've lasted." His assurances would have been more effective if he weren't still naked and Wanda wasn't at eye level with his cock. She was... distracted.
"Right! Wanda's gotten a lot better." Skye burst out "Doesn't that mean we should celebrate, or you know reward her. Positive reinforcement!"
Wanda followed Skye's lead "You know I'm not going to start slacking off. You shouldn't leave Skye hanging on my account." She could see Harry's resolve crumbling before her eyes, and with it both her and Skye's smiles grew.
"Right then." He gave in "Back on your knees." Skye giggled as she returned to her earlier position. "Wanda, you can go with Skye or with me, but you have to choose one."
For a moment, Wanda was indecisive, but only for a moment. After all of their training together, she was far more comfortable in Harry's mind than Skye's. He was familiar, and she trusted him completely. And, well, she was curious! She'd gotten a taste of what pleasure felt like for a man, and she wanted to know more.
'Hey there.' Harry greeted as she made her presence known at the borders of his mind. 'Make yourself at home.'
'Hi.' Wanda giggled and began 'settle in'. He didn't offer any resistance, letting her take her time to get used to the differences between their bodies. His lean physique, the strength of his muscles, and his cock…
"Holy fuck." She cursed, both mentally and aloud. She knew what it felt like, but that didn't mean she'd been prepared for the full force of his arousal, his hard, throbbing cock, which all but demanded to be sated. Wanda was perfectly happy to do said sating but couldn't find it in herself to be disappointed that Skye had the job for now. No, the thought of feeling Skye's slick pussy around his cock only brought eager anticipation.
However, instead of acting on his instincts, Harry once again tormented her by slowly stroking himself. It took her a few steadying breaths, but eventually she managed to center herself. "Harry." She said, her voice low and her accent growing thicker as she channeled every bit of her sexual frustration "I think it's time that you fuck her."
Harry sent her a challenging grin "Oh, you think so?" Their eyes met, and what followed was a miniature battle of wills. Harry had so many advantages on her, she realized. He was naked and experienced and hot as fuck and while there wasn't anything she could do about the second factor she could still level the playing field.
So, she stood up, shucking her pants and panties to the floor. Her shirt followed them, and then her bra. Harry's desire spiked, and Wanda realized the flaw in her plan. There was no way she could focus on convincing Harry of anything when he was looking at her like that, when she could feel his delicious lust, his desire for her body. She'd be riding this rush of validation for the rest of the week. For nearly a minute, they stood there, gaping at each other dumbly. The silence was only broken by Skye, who'd grown tired of their little game.
"Hey, are you two just going to stare at each other like a couple of loons, or are you going to fuck me already?"
This time, there would be no more interruptions, and even Harry had begun to grow impatient. His fingers found her clit, and Wanda's went to hers mimicry, while his other hand guided his cock to her entrance. He eased himself in, and that first, gentle thrust nearly undid Wanda. Her hips bucked sharply up just as her legs gave way, sending her crashing to the floor, the impact stinging her knees. The pain couldn't have been further from her mind, as all she could feel was Skye's silky inner walls enveloping, parting, gripping along Harry's length, so viscerally satisfying in a way she couldn't explain. Harry's steady strokes ran in contrast to the frantic thrusting of Wanda's hips and the motion of her fingers around her clit as she fell back onto the ground. "Harder. Fuck her harder." She moaned.
"Yeah." Skye agreed with a moan of her own "Fuck me harder."
Harry drove his hips down onto Skye with force. "You like that?" He grunted, pinning her to the bed. Another sharp thrust, "Is this what you want?" and then another, and soon he was truly fucking her. Wanda marveled at his strength, how he was able to bring so much force to bear. He was absolutely destroying Skye, her eyes had gone vacant, her mouth hanging open to let out a trickle of drool and a litany of moans.
"I'm getting close." Harry grunted "You ready?" Skye only moaned in response. Wanda could indeed feel the rising pleasure along Harry's shaft, a heat that threatened to boil over explosively. She didn't doubt that her own climax would follow his, the only question was if Skye would also be able to cum.
She wouldn't need to worry. Skye came first, and it was the way her contractions massaged his shaft so deliciously that sent Harry over the edge. His climax, so foreign and yet so similar to her own as he forcibly, satisfyingly ejected himself into Skye's sweet heat, triggered Wanda's. The experience of twin orgasms, one outside of her own body, sent her reeling, she was completely lost in the best way imaginable. It was far better than anything she'd managed to give herself on her own, even better than that first night peeking on Harry and Skye. She didn't have to feel conflicted or worry about being caught, she could just enjoy.
In that manner, all three of them came simultaneously, and then basked in the afterglow together. "See, I told you." Skye said breathlessly after about a minute "Positive reinforcement. Good idea." Wanda had to agree.