Scorpius still hasn't finished his history paper but he can... probably... knock it out today. Yes? With the added motivation of when he's done he can properly snuggle his boyfriends.

But speaking of snuggling, a few minutes into their study session Jermaine walks into the library... with Geoff and Theodosia. They're not holding hands but they're very much walking together as a little trio, there. Jermaine offers them—Lex in particular—two thumbs up before the probable new throuple makes its way to the Atlanta kids.

"Seems like your advice worked rather faster than expected," Scorpius says, poking Lex and gesturing towards Jermaine & company.

"Honestly I think if you've been tangled between two people that long and haven't made up your mind, the answer should be obvious. But some people need a push."

"Well, it was as far as anyone else knew Theodosia who was so tangled and indecisive but the whole thing does look different under this new light, doesn't it?"

"Oh, I was talking about her. Should've taken the initiative. If you want two boys you should try to have two boys."

Scorpius grins. "Maybe she didn't figure she could keep them if they weren't dating each other. Which is silly but seems to have been resolved to everyone's satisfaction."

"Speaking of silliness - Lex, can we speak? Privately."

"...sure?"

They exit the snuggle and head out of earshot.

"What's up?"

"I have been desperately horny since the night Scorpius saved me, and I need him - and optionally you - to fuck me now. Do you have a private location you can drag us off to, I'd ask Scorpius myself but for some reason you're less embarrassing, don't ask me why."

Lex cackles.

Eventually he wheezes to a stop. "Yeah, I've got a carrel back in the stacks in the Sanskrit section. Does that suit your tastes?"

"Yes, yes it does. Help me drag Scorpius away without notifying everyone in the reading room of our intentions?"

Lex heads back over to the New Yorkers. "Lake," he says, "come on, secret triad business. We're plotting doom and you're the only one who can stop us."

    Tebow opens his mouth to say something but this time it's Chloe who says, "Come on, Magnus, even I can tell that's a joke. Lighten up."

"What she said," says Scorpius to the grumbling Magnus, but he gets up easily enough. He's almost done with this history assignment anyway so he can take a break now. Reward for his hard work and all that.

Lex collects Edmund and leads the three of them through the stacks. Aramaic, Coptic, Classical Chinese - there's Sanskrit. He takes a sharp right, and, yes, there's the bastard. He strokes the blond wood of the desk, then turns and raises his arms.

"Welcome to my demesne!" he says grandly. "Entirely unknown to lesser men. Perfect for plotting, perfecting my dark arts, and secret rendezvous. Not that I've had many of the latter up to now."

"You are a strange little man," Edmund opines, reaching to unbutton his shirt.

"That is one beautiful desk," says Scorpius, walking over to it. "I heard it was quite difficult to find these. How'd you manage it?"

But despite the nonchalance of his words, when he turns around the visible strain in his trousers reveals he is not altogether oblivious to the reason why he's been dragged to this secret of secret places. (Edmund unbuttoning his shirt may have helped him reach this conclusion.)

"I befriended it like a skittish horse," Lex says archly, beginning to strip. "I hope you have some more of that potion for Edmund. He seemed very intent on you fucking him 'til he couldn't walk."

Edmund blushes furiously, but continues his journey to nudity. (He folds each article of clothing neatly on top of the desk when it's off him.)

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"Oh yes I have a ton of it. I just used to keep the four vials on me for, you know, emergencies, and such." He feels like this neat "everyone strips then they fuck" narrative has run its course, though, and steps over to Edmund to wrap an arm around him, one hand to asscheek and the other to cock. "You look adorable like this," he adds, before kissing Edmund.

Edmund kisses back! Enthusiastically! And also grinds against Scorpius like a desperate teenager, which to be fair he is.

Lex steps behind Edmund and nibbles at the back of his neck.

...that's hot. Like he's had threesomes before but—he doesn't even know, maybe it's his boyfriends pleasuring each other like that, but—

—whatever. He pulls away from the kiss a bit to say, into Edmund's skin, "You might need some, ah, reasonable amount of prep. To take me in. The potion helps but, uh." The hand of his that is grabbing Edmund's cock meaningfully rubs it against his own still-clothed length. His considerable length. And girth.

Edmund makes a little whining noise into Scorpius' collarbone and makes a shaky-handed attempt on his fly. He himself is rock-hard and leaking precum fairly copiously. "I - give me the potion? And Lex can help."

"Oh, fine," Lex says around a mouthful of Edmund's shoulder. "Volunteer me, why don't you."

The hand Scorpius has on Edmund's ass can very easily serve to squeeze Lex's dick once. "We are operating under the assumption here that anyone may withdraw consent at any and all points for any reasons, yes?" he says, but then he lets go to go of both of his boys to go fetch his convenient buttsex potions. And start undoing his trousers' fly while at it.

"Yes, yes, consent is multivalent and essential and must not be elided or assumed, please do not turn into my mother now."