Draco’s thrusting in earnest now, fucking her mouth, and she lets herself go placid, take whatever the three can give her. The room is noisy with debauched, slick noises, of bodies meeting, and huffs, moans, and breaths shared. Blaise’s hand is on her clit, pinching her hard, and the orgasm that sweeps through her makes the last one feel like a ripple in a pond. Her vision spots to black, and she hears herself cry out around Malfoy. Her whole body spasms, and it feels like she’s falling—the only thing tethering her down is the weight of their bodies against hers, inside hers.