Every time Hermione’s cries got a little too frantic or her breathing a bit too shallow, Draco would pull his hands from her body, fisting the cushion as Theo thrust into him again and again. The slow speed of Theo’s claiming of Draco was making the other man insane, but Theo gripped his hips and made him suffer through it, despite Draco’s desire for rougher sex. Theo was allowing every word of his feelings that he could never speak aloud come through in the gentle way that he was possessing Draco. By the time the two of them finished, Hermione had nearly orgasmed half a dozen times and was nearly sobbing in need. Draco and Theo were dripping in sweat. Theo had no idea how long they had been going at it, but finally his body felt ready to cum, so he redoubled his efforts, finally fucking Draco with the roughness and abandon that the blond had been expecting.