Long, Hot and Slow - H/R/S - NC-17 - part two
Title: Long, Hot, and Slow
Author: shocfix/elladora_k
Pairing: Harry/Ron/Seamus, with some Harry/Hermione, Ginny/Dean and mention of Ron/Hermione, Harry/Ginny
Kink/Prompt: Double Penetration/Long, Hot, and Slow
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Who would win Ron’s boyish heart? Harry Potter, his troubled and dashing and raven haired and dashing best friend or Seamus Finnegan, the cheeky and dashing Irishman with the attractive bollocks?
Author's Notes and Disclaimer: Beated into submission by my magicofisis.

read part one, first


Long, Hot, and Slow – Part Two
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We were still down first the next day, and I made a mental note to try something more time consuming, knackering and penetrative the following night.

We’d decided we were going to tell them our news, but it wasn’t something you could just blurt out over sunny side up eggs.

“Pass the toast – excuse my fingers, I washed them since they were up Ron’s arse,” Seamus suggested and I rolled my eyes.

Harry and Hermione wandered in when we were a tad wired and on our third cup of coffee and Hermione made toast and I pinched some and she was talking about what had happened at the Ministry and I tried to say something, but I was unable to find an opening and then I tuned her out and thought about Seamus’ mouth on my opening.

Eventually Ginny and Dean came down and Dean was all lurking and Ginny was all smirking and Hermione said “What?”

“We’re getting married!” Ginny announced, holding out a hand with a glittery ring on it.

Hermione cooed and Harry blinked and Seamus looked at Dean, who shrugged.

“Well, Ron, what d’you think?” Ginny asked me.

“Uh, congratulations,” I said. “Um, actually I have some news, too.”

Ginny frowned and I looked at Seamus and he nodded and I took a deep breath.

“A bit unexpected, I suppose, but Shay and me are, um, together,” I said.

There was a ringing silence and I looked at Harry and his eyes were so wide I thought they’d pop out of his head.

“Together?” he echoed.

“You bastard!” Ginny spat, standing over me.

“What?” I demanded, leaning away from my fuming sister. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Can’t let me have my day, can you?” she said. “There’s me and Dean with our good news, and you have to spoil things!”

“How d’I spoil things?” I said. “Mine’s good news, too.”

She snorted. “A drunken shag, because Hermione’s taken?”

I lunged for her, but Seamus’ hand closed on my wrist.

“Take that back, Ginny,” he said quietly. “We’re not likely to announce a drunken shag, now are we?”

“Of course not,” Hermione said firmly. “I... congratulations, Ron, Seamus.”

She nudged Harry.

“Congratulations,” he echoed. “I had no idea you...”

I shrugged.

“Ah, he couldn’t resist the fuck o’ the Irish,” Seamus said, slinging an arm around my shoulders.

“I had no idea,” Harry repeated.

“Oh, honestly, Harry,” Hermione complained. “Seamus couldn’t keep his hands off him, yesterday. Don’t you have eyes?”

“I, uh. Only have eyes for you,” he said.

“Well recovered, mate,” Dean laughed.

He soothed Ginny and Ginny apologised and they went to get dressed and tell my parents the news – “gonna come with and make an announcement, Ron?” – “not a chance!”

Seamus diplomatically ruffled my hair and left the room.

“Well,” I said.

“I had no idea,” Harry said.

“Harry, I swear, if you say that one more time,” Hermione huffed.

“It’s okay,” I said. “I wasn’t likely to make a big thing about it, was I? Not without a someone.”

“But you proposed to Hermione,” he complained.

She laughed. “And I think I was right to turn him down,” she said.

I sighed and pouted at them. “I still think proposing was the right thing to do,” I said. “But probably only to someone you’re actually in love with.”

“And. Um.” Harry looked confused.

“Um, what?” I asked.

“Are you?”

“Am I what?”

“In... love?” he muttered. “With Seamus.”

“I, um, reckon it’s a bit soon for something like that,” I said. “But it’s not just a... thing.”

“I’m pleased for you both,” Hermione said, getting up and giving me a hug. “I was worried about you and your heart.”

“My heart?” I echoed.

“You don’t give it easily, do you?”

I shrugged and raised an eyebrow at Harry, who shrugged back and she laughed.

“So,” I said. “When can we expect an announcement from you two?”

“Well, I don’t know about Harry,” Hermione said. “But I’m thinking of taking my NEWTs.”

I laughed. “I didn’t mean that sort of announcement,” I said.

“I know,” she said, kissing me on the cheek as she went up to get dressed. “Congratulations, Ron, really. It’s good to see you so happy.”

And I was alone with my Harry.

“So,” I said.

“I had no idea,” he said yet again.

“Are you gonna be okay with this?” I asked. “Is it another thing Muggles don’t do?”

“Oh, no, no, no,” he said. “It’s not that. I just would have thought I’d know. ‘Cos it’s you.”

I shrugged. “S’my fault for hiding it,” I said.

“And seriously, Ron, there was Hermione. What were you doing proposing to Hermione?”

I sighed. “I suppose it was easy to think of her as the only girl for me, if I didn’t actually like girls,” I said. “I certainly can’t imagine courting any other girl.”

“I should be angry with you,” he said. “Treating her like that.”

“’Cept she’s not angry with me,” I said. “And anyway, you’re doing the same thing I did.”

“I never touched Seamus,” he protested.

“You’re with Hermione because it’s easier than finding someone else,” I said.

He huffed.

“It’s really not the same,” he said. “We're happy together and we both want the same things."

"Me and Hermione wanted the same things," I protested, trying hard to keep a straight face and to not think of Harry, naked. "Okay, it was a gorgeous bloke!"

“Be careful,” he said. “You’ll be her next crusade! Society for the Protection of Effeminate Wizards!”

I snorted and he grinned.

"Who are you calling effeminate?" I laughed. "I'll have you know I have a very manly arse!"

"I've seen your arse," he said sadly. "I should have realised you were a shirt-lifter."

I sniggered and Hermione gasped, "Harry!" from the doorway behind me.

But she'd never got the hang of blokes teasing each other and everything was okay between Harry and me.

Ginny and Dean got married, and moved into their own place and Seamus moved into their old room. Yeah, we were together, but things were still new and we needed our own space - and my mum really didn't need to know.

And we were all earning and didn't need the extra housemates to cover the rent.

Seamus was in Games and Sports - nothing like a bit of the blarney to smooth down ruffled feathers at a Quidditch club - Hermione was in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, and they really didn't know what they had taken on - I entered Auror training and was usually too knackered of an evening to do anything but collapse onto my double bed and let Seamus blow me to sleep. He really was a very understanding boyfriend.

And Harry?

Harry didn't want to be an Auror, anymore, and that was more than fine by me, because all I'd ever wanted was to see Harry as happy as he was training with Puddlemere.

And he and Hermione rented a cottage near their training ground and Seamus and I Apparated to visit them and I got a bit of a pang, which was pathetic.

"What's wrong?" he asked me - understanding boyfriend, and all that.

“I’m fine,” I said. “It’s just a bit... odd.”

“Seeing Harry settling down?” he asked.

“Hmmm,” I said. “’Though Hermione insisted they rent – didn’t want to buy somewhere.”

“Well,” Seamus said. “That doesn’t have to mean she’s gonna break his heart – could be ‘cos Quidditch players change clubs and this is close to Puddlemere.”

I flashed him a grateful smile and we knocked and let our hosts descend on us.

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And life was good and time passed and I was in my final year of training and Harry was on the first team and Ginny was expecting and Harry arrived in our fireplace one evening.

Seamus and I had shagged in every room, but luckily we were just sprawled on the couch, listening to a match on the wireless, when he Flooed in.

“Harry,” I said, pushing Seamus’ feet out of my lap and getting up. “What’s wrong?”

“Um,” he said. “Remember you said wizards marry their childhood sweetheart?”

“You’re getting married?” I gasped.

“Um, no,” he said. “Remember you said there wouldn’t be any fascinating men at the Ministry for Hermione to date?”

“Yeah,” I said carefully.

“You forgot widowers,” he said, slumping onto the couch beside Seamus.

“Oh, Harry,” I said, sitting on the coffee table and straddling his legs.

“She’s fallen for her boss,” he said bleakly. “He’s nearly forty! His wife died in the war; three kids. She was killed by Greyback and he’s up to his ears in new werewolf legislation and Hermione... fuck.”

Seamus wrapped an arm round his shoulders and I put a comforting hand on his knee.

“C’n I stay here?” he asked. “I’ll sleep in the attic.”

“What happened to your place?” I asked indignantly.

“Well, she hasn’t moved in with him, or anything,” he said. “I can’t kick her out.”

“You’re too nice,” Seamus said fiercely.

Harry shrugged. “Well, we all knew she was looking for someone fascinating.”

“We think you’re fascinating, don’t we, Ron?” Seamus said.

“’Course we do,” I said.

Harry smiled weakly. “So, can I stay in your attic?” he said.

“’Course you can,” I said, getting up and hauling him to his feet. “You can be our ghoul.”

I muttered under my breath as he followed me up to the attic; no one was allowed to hurt my Harry, but it was Hermione and I couldn’t go and shout at her.

It was probably a good thing we’d never got together, even apart from her tragic lack of bollocks, because if she could leave Harry, I wouldn’t have stood a chance.

We stopped in the door of the attic and Harry laughed ruefully. It wasn’t much of a spare bedroom, more of a games room, and I don’t think he could have slept on the snooker table.

“Um, you can sleep in Seamus’ room, and we’ll clear this out in the morning,” I said. “Good thing we can use magic to get the snooker table down the stairs!”

“Are you sure?” he said.

“It’s hardly a secret Seamus sleeps in my room,” I pointed out. “Is that gonna be a problem? Sharing with us?”

“No!” he said. “’Course not. There’s no one else I’d go to.”

I shoved him genially and we went down the stairs to Seamus’ room and I fetched him a towel and a toothbrush and he stood in the middle of the room and looked sad and I stepped closer and hugged him.

“I’m so sorry,” I said, into his hair. “I hate seeing you like this.”

He sighed against my neck and I shivered.

“I love her,” he said, disentangling himself and sitting on the bed.

“I know you do,” I said, sitting beside him. “She’s a lucky witch.”

He snorted. “Where’m I gonna find anyone else who sees ‘Harry’?” he asked. “Ginny’s expecting, Luna’s with George. I need Hermione.”

“Parvati was always fond of you,” I suggested.

“Parvati and I were just embarrassed by you and Lavender,” he said. “’Sides, she’s having an arranged marriage, with a wizard from India.”

“Really?”

“Hmmm,” he said. “Hermione saw her recently. There aren’t many Asian wizards in the UK; it’s either marry out, marry a Muggle – or import a wizard.”

“I never really thought about that,” I said.

“’S because your family has been wizards for a thousand years. Parvati’s and Angelina’s families have only been here for about forty years, and they’re having to make these hard political decisions.”

“Y’know what I think?” I asked.

“What?”

“I think you’re sounding too much like Hermione and have had a narrow escape.”

He shoved me with his shoulder.

“Seriously,” I said, enjoying the way the corner of his mouth had tipped up. “Couples start to sound like each other, like people start to look like their pets. Don’t date Lavender or buy a crup.”

He smiled.

“’M not gonna date anyone,” he said. “’M gonna be your ghoul.”

“We’ll keep you in the attic as long as you like,” I said.

“We,” he said.

“What?”

“You’re a we.”

“Yes, I am,” I laughed.

“And you... love him?” he asked.

“Very much,” I said.

“Why?”

“He’s... funny and protective and passionate and kind and gorgeous.”

“That doesn’t sound so different from being in love with a woman,” he said. “Maybe I should try a bloke.”

My heart ached.

“And he has fantastic bollocks,” I joked.

Harry blinked.

“Okay, that’s different,” he admitted. “’Though maybe that was what was missing in my relationship with Hermione.”

“Oh, Harry,” I said. “Please don’t turn gay just to annoy Hermione.”

He laughed and I ruffled his hair and said goodnight and went across the hall to my room, to find some fantastic bollocks sitting cross-legged and naked on my bed.

“Is he okay?” he asked.

“I love you,” I said.

“Good to know. How’s Harry?”

“Sad. Lonely. I love you.” I sat down and ran a fingertip up his inner thigh.

“You love me as in you’ve been holding Harry and you have to remind yourself of the fact?”

“No!” I said, deeply offended. “I love you as in I’m glad I’m a we and you don’t want fascinating men and you trust me to just hold Harry – ‘though I’m starting to rethink that one – and you know I need to hold your bollocks when I’m stressed or upset.”

He laughed. “They make a rather odd security blanket,” he pointed out.

“I’m on a mission with Kingsley next week,” I said. “’M gonna have to take your bollocks with me.”

“You can rub them for luck, before you go,” he suggested.

I slid my hand between his legs and cupped his balls and sighed.

“I do trust you with Harry,” he said, leaning back on his hands to give me better access. “But I know it’d hurt you to see him hurting and needing someone to love him.”

I squeezed gently. “I’ll always love him,” I said. “But I’m in love with you.”

“You’re a sap,” he said.

“You’re a cynical bugger,” I said.

“But I’m an optimistic buggerer,” he pointed out. “And you know how much I need your arse when I’m stressed or upset.”

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So Hermione dated her old man and was fascinated and Harry lived in the attic and was sad and I had to hold therapeutic bollocks on a regular basis.

And time passed and Ginny had her baby and I was a fully qualified Auror and Harry cheered up and I held the bollocks because I was the luckiest bloke in the world.

As Harry cheered up and started spending more time out of his room, he kept apologising for being in our way and finding excuses for going out in the evenings. Seamus and I thought that was ridiculous; after three years together, we were able to sit in the lounge and keep our hands off each other, so he really wasn’t cramping our style.

And I liked having him around.

We hadn’t spent that much time together in years and I didn’t like him avoiding me.

At the end of an evening spent listening to the wireless with Seamus and flicking Exploding Snap cards into Harry’s empty armchair, I sighed loudly.

“Oh, just tell him, for fucks sake,” Seamus said.

“What?”

“Harry. Tell him how you feel about him.”

I blinked at him.

“Are you insane?” I demanded.

He snorted. “So, you don’t deny it, then?”

“Deny what?”

“How you feel about him.”

I frowned.

“Why should I deny how I feel about him?” I muttered. “I don’t deny how I feel about anyone. Ask me how I feel about Malfoy. I hate him. Ask me how I feel about Harry. He’s my best mate.”

Seamus tutted. “But if all you felt was friendship, you wouldn’t have squeaked ‘are you insane?’”

“I don’t squeak.”

He gave me a pointed look.

I sighed.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Shay,” I said mournfully. “Y’know I love you. But Harry. He’s staying out, doing Merlin only knows what, just because he’s alone and he doesn’t want to be in the way when we could be shagging on the couch. Makes me want the git more than I would if he was right here.”

“Pottery,” Seamus said.

“What?”

“Pottery evening classes; that’s what he’s doing.”

“Harry’s a potter?” I asked weakly. “How d’you know that?”

“He made Dean and Ginny a vase for the baby.”

“Why would a baby need a vase?”

“I think it’s because he doesn’t understand baby stuff.”

“So, while I sit here, missing him,” I said slowly. “He is... running his hands suggestively up and down a slippery, clay... cock substitute?”

Seamus sniggered.

“Just tell him,” he said.

“Don’t be absurd,” I said. “Tell him what? ‘I know you’re straight and I’m with another bloke, but I think you’re gorgeous, so please stay home so I can sit and admire you, then leave you alone while I shag my boyfriend’?”

Seamus rolled his eyes.

“How about ‘we think you’re gorgeous and hope you’d be up for a threesome’?”

My jaw dropped open.

“Seamus Fionnghuala Finnegan!” I gasped. “Where the hell did that come from?”

“Fionnghuala?” he echoed.

“It’s not my fault you don’t have a middle name,” I said. “I really needed to middle name you. Well? Where did that come from?”

He shrugged.

“He’s gorgeous, I care about him a lot, you love him, I adore you,” he said. “Seems a threesome works for all of us.”

“Except that he’s straight,” I pointed out.

“He watches us,” Seamus said. “Haven’t you noticed? Sometimes his hands reach out for you without him being able to stop himself.”

“No,” I said. “He... maybe he wants to have someone, like we do. But he doesn’t want me. Us.”

“I think you’d be surprised,” Seamus said. “If anyone knows what someone looks like when they’re in love with you, it’s me.”

Any reward I may have given him for being such a sap were interrupted by Harry Flooing home and being all awkward about having interrupted anything.

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And the months passed and I wished Seamus had never put the idea of a threesome in my head, because I would never have dared think of it for myself – not that I was such an innocent anymore, but I was a one man…. man.

Except it seems that I was a bit of a two man man and I watched Harry even more than usual and maybe he was watching us but I hadn’t even dare make a pass at Seamus when the mirror had sworn he was interested, so I wasn’t going to be able to make a pass at my Harry on behalf of me and Seamus.

And maybe I fantasised about it a few times, and maybe Seamus and I talked about it and maybe Harry had wrist bones I wanted to bite.

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And Hermione got engaged and we all met up at the Slug and Lettuce – it had become something of a tradition - to celebrate and Dean left early, to get back to his little family, and Hermione and her old man left early – I assume it was past his bed time – and me and Seamus and Harry were left, drinking whiskey and reminiscing.

“I like this place,” I said, looking round at the fake horse brasses.

“Romantic sod,” Seamus said.

“How is this place romantic?” Harry asked.

“Me and Ron had our first time after an evening making eyes at each other, here,” Seamus explained.

Harry nodded reminiscently. “I guess me and Hermione had our first time before an evening making eyes at each other, here,” he said.

I gave Seamus a significant look and he nodded.

“Maybe that’s where you went wrong,” I suggested. “You did it in the wrong order. You need to spend an evening here with someone, and then have your first time together.”

“Well, my mistake was having my first time with another man’s wife,” Harry said obliviously.

Seamus rolled his eyes.

“She wasn’t his wife yet,” he protested.

“Another man’s future wife, then,” Harry amended.

“Oh, for feck’s sake, everyone has their first time with another man’s future wife!” Seamus said.

“I didn’t!” I said. “My first time was with a bloke. And, anyway, my point wasn’t the future wife thing. My point was that if you drink with someone here, and then sleep with them, you get to live happily ever after!”

They both laughed.

“Well, who d’you suggest I drink with?” Harry asked.

I took a deep breath.

“Who d’you think you are drinking with, Harry?” I asked gently.

“What?”

“Us,” I said. “You’re drinking with us, and I think it would be… we think it would wonderful if you spent the night with us, afterwards.”

“You’re not serious,” he whispered, his eyes flickering back and forth between us, behind his glasses. “Why would…”

“We know you haven’t been with a bloke,” Seamus said. “But we think it could be fantastic.”

“Fucking fantastic,” I echoed.

“You’ve… thought about this?” Harry asked. “You’re not just talking through your arse, because you’re drunk?”

“Ah, he has a talented arse,” Seamus said. “But he can’t talk through it.”

Harry laughed half hysterically.

I necked my drink, stood up and held out my hand to him.

“Please,” I said simply.

“I… can’t believe I’m considering this,” Harry said.

I smiled broadly and he stood and put his hand in mine.

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Harry stopped in the doorway, shifting nervously from foot to foot.

I decided not to notice.

“So, how we gonna do this?” I asked, hauling my t-shirt off, over my head.

Seamus sat on the edge of the bed and toed off his trainers. “Buggered if I know,” he said, grinning widely and Harry laughed unwillingly and I snorted.

“Good of you to offer,” I said, hopping as I took off a shoe and a sock.

“Ah, yes, socks off before yer jeans,” Seamus said, dumping his own socks. “Our Ron is worse than a girl if you leave your socks on.”

“S’not sexy,” I protested, removing the other shoe and wiggling the toe peeping through a hole in my own sock. “Powerful, muscled thighs – strong, hairy calves – Martin Miggs socks.”

Seamus laughed and unbuttoned his shirt. “D’ya ever reckon maybe yer man wears grown up socks?” he asked me.

“Harry wears socks that Dobby gave him,” I pointed out, unbuckling my belt and ripping it out of the loops.

Harry jumped.

I unbuttoned my jeans, watching Seamus do the same and Harry rubbing one foot against the other as he rocked on the spot, poised for flight. He stepped back just as I dropped my trousers and I lunged after him, falling inelegantly but effectively into his arms.

“Don’t go,” I begged, my hands closing round his biceps. “You can’t go.”

“He can if he wants to,” Seamus said quietly.

“Harry?” I asked.

“Is this really what you want?” he asked me.

“I asked you,” I said.

“But you look so... comfortable together,” he said. “I can’t come between that.”

Seamus snorted.

“Comfortable works,” I agreed, stepping out of my jeans as I dragged Harry with me and backed towards the bed. “Comfortable is nice. Fucking hot is nice, too.”

Harry laughed and I sat down and pulled him to stand between my knees.

“And if you don’t think it’s fucking hot to watch Seamus take me up the arse, you can leave.”

“Is that what you... what we... can...” he huffed, noisily.

“Harry,” I said, unbuckling his belt, “anything you want.”

“Honest,” Seamus said, kneeling behind me on the bed and pressing his cotton-covered cock to the small of my back. “He hasn’t stopped bending my ear about it for months. If I spread my legs now, could Harry reach my balls and if you raised your arse, could Harry fuck you?”

“Oh, fuck,” Harry growled, leaning forward and grabbing Seamus round the neck and pulling him into a hungry kiss over my shoulder.

My hands slid round Harry’s body and settled on his arse, feeling it flex in my hands as he rubbed against my chest, marvelling as they kissed and clung and frotted.

And maybe that sounds like I needn’t have even been there – like they could have cut out the middle man by getting those cocks together – but it wasn’t like that.

I know they were both there for me; that I was the bridge between them, and I suddenly knew where I wanted this to be heading.

I wanted them both.

Well, yeah, I know. That was why we were there, because I’m a greedy bugger.

But if there was gonna be any cock-frotting, then I wanted it to be inside me, because I am a greedy bugeree, too.

I groaned at the thought and four hands soothed and petted me.

But how to go about it? Harry was still skittish – I could feel him trembling against my face as I nuzzled his chest – telling him I wanted his first time with a bloke to be with another bloke, too – the threesome kissing not withstanding - would freak him out.

And it’s not actually that easy to put into words, anyway.

But, if there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s strategising.

Percy taught me to play chess when I was six, and he was thrilled and proud when I beat McGonagall’s giant chess set.

Part of me would love to shock him with the details of my latest plan of action.

I reckoned that Harry needed to see me and Seamus together, to arouse him to the point that he’d feel comfortable doing more than grinding his fully clothed cock against me.

So, I needed to go down on Seamus first, and then Harry. And then – by the time one or both of them had taken care of me – they would both be ready to go again.

And Harry would be ready to slide his cock alongside Seamus’.

Inside me.

Fuck.

Luckily, my brain sees three or four moves ahead instantly, because I saw the whole thing, spread out, before me.

And I groaned and slid my hands up inside Harry’s t-shirt, revealing perfect stomach muscles and crisp black hair that I rubbed my face in.

Harry will always be skinny, and I’m sure that that is why I go for skinny blokes, and I know he’s not as vulnerable as he looks, but I’ve been taking care of him since I was eleven, and it’s a hard habit to break.

Harry gasped as my lips closed over a nipple and he broke their kiss to watch me. I do enjoy responsive nipples, but I put on a bit of an extra show for him, nuzzling and licking each one, while pinching and flicking the other. His hands were in my hair and his cock was still grinding against my chest and I thought it was time to go further.

I let go of his nipple and looked up at him, through my fringe, letting him see how much I wanted him.

“Christ,” he murmured and my cock leapt. Muggle swearing is dead fashionable, and I love it. I’m not as clumsy at it as some people, having grown up with Harry, but it takes someone raised by Muggles to do it properly, and Seamus knows my kink and feeds me a string of his da’s Irish swearwords as he thrusts into me.

I hadn’t even thought what two Muggle-raised cocks up my arse could do to me and I groaned and tilted my head back against Seamus’ shoulder as Harry bent and kissed me. And I know it makes me sound like a total girl, but it was just as special as I’d always hoped it would be.

For fuck’s sake.

My senses were already thrumming, what with the two gorgeous blokes frotting against me, but this was like the missing piece, clicking into place.

All of my other senses would know Harry anywhere – a glimpse of him in a crowded room, the rumble of his laugh or the bite of his angry voice, the smell of his aftershave, the feeling of the muscles under his skin as my hand closed on his shoulder.

And now I knew how he tasted and I was ridiculously happy.

I’d once overheard Ginny telling Hermione that Harry’s kisses tasted of strawberries and summer and strength and I’d put it down to the pathetic romance novels she reads.

And you know what?

I was right.

Harry tasted faintly of the Irish whiskey he’d been drinking at the pub and of the Irish bloke he’d been kissing.

And of Harry.

And his stubble grazed against mine as he tipped his head, nipping and sucking on my bottom lip and sliding his tongue against mine.

I sighed into his mouth and leant back into Seamus’ arms, letting myself drift as Seamus’ hands slid into my boxers and caressed me.

And if it felt that good with just a hand on my cock and a tongue in my mouth, how amazing would it feel when they fucked me?

I shivered.

“More,” I moaned and Harry dragged open hooded green eyes and blinked me into focus.

“I... um... what?” he muttered.

“Watch,” I said, grinning as he nodded frantically and turning to kiss Seamus and push him back onto the bed.

Trusting that a good enough show would keep Harry keyed up, and being smugly aware that he was stripping off his jeans and t-shirt, I concentrated on my boyfriend.

“Socks,” Seamus moaned into my mouth as I covered his body with mine and kissed him.

“I love it when you talk dirty laundry,” I laughed, running the tip of my tongue inside his top lip, just how he liked it.

“Just makin’ sure Harry takes his socks off,” Seamus said, arching beneath me and trying to align our cocks, despite the height difference.

I spared a glance at Harry’s feet as he joined us on the bed, and they were sexily sock-free, bar a speck of black fluff on one big toe.

“Shut up, Shay,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck as I wriggled down the bed. He tipped his head to one side, giving me better access to his throat and smiling into the kiss Harry placed on his lips.

I nuzzled and licked my way down his neck, enjoying the feeling of Harry’s hair tickling my face as they kissed.

This really was one of my better ideas, and we hadn’t even got naked, yet.

Talking of which, I slid off Seamus’ body and ran my hand over his erection. As I expected, he unsubtly lifted his arse and I tugged his Irish green (to match yer man’s eyes) boxers down his thighs and let him kick them away and blatantly spread his legs.

I knelt between them, watching Harry kiss him. Seamus’ talented tongue was drawing Harry’s deep into his mouth and Harry’s hand was resting on his chest, idly tormenting a nipple and making him squirm.

And his cock arched towards me and I set to work.

Seamus has a lovely, slim cock, soft sandy blond pubes that tickle your nose – well, my nose, my nose or Harry’s nose, no one else’s – and, as I may have mentioned before, simply massive balls.

Even when he’s already rock hard, and even if a stunning bloke is sucking on his tongue, he likes me to start with his balls.

First time I ever cupped them, he came in my face, blathering apologies and fantasies about a Keeper’s hands, and he’s right.

You need a Keeper’s hands to cup them and you can really only nuzzle and lap at them – you can’t take one in your mouth.

One of my favourite things is to kneel in front of him, to suck him off – he plants his feet wide apart and I take his balls in my hand and the weight of them makes me moan as he fucks my mouth.

One of my least favourite things is him telling me that Lavender needed to use both hands.

But pinning his hips down with both hands as I lick his balls works for me – and him, too – so I mouthed and licked and sucked on him until he started to whimper into Harry’s mouth and then, with one, flat tongued, stroke to the tip of his erection, I took his cock in my mouth and dropped one hand between his thighs to fondle his balls.

I bobbed my head, sucking on each upstroke, aware that they were both watching me, because Seamus was panting my name and poor Harry had discarded his specs and moved short sightedly closer.

“Oh my god,” Harry muttered and I hummed happily, trying to look as slutty as possible. “Fuck, Ron, you’re...”

“He’s gorgeous, isn’t he?” Seamus groaned. “And he loves it. Loves sucking cock.”

“Mm-hmm,” I confirmed, hollowing my cheeks.

“Will he... will you...” Harry stammered.

“Just try stopping him,” Seamus laughed, tangling one hand in my hair and holding my head in place as he braced his feet against the mattress and thrust into my mouth. I listened for his throaty signal and tugged on his balls as he came.

I sucked gently through each of his aftershocks as he muttered and twitched and then I let his cock slip from my mouth as I sat up and licked my lips and looked at Harry.

He was kneeling and gazing at me, the heel of his hand pressed to his cock and his heart in his eyes.

“Ron,” he breathed and my heart ached and I was suddenly nervous.

He’s right, isn’t he? Seamus and I are comfortable.

As in, I know just how he likes his balls nuzzled, I recognise his throaty signal before he comes, and, yes, we had fun learning those things together, with no pressure.

But this was my Harry.

Kneeling and trembling and watching me and waiting for me to suck his cock.

His cock.

His beautiful cock.

And, yes, of course that is a long held dream come true, but it is also one hell of a responsibility.

Ginny never sucked it – I know this because she told Dean, when they got back together, and Dean told Seamus and Seamus has a big mouth.

Hermione never sucked it – I know this because she told Ginny she never sucked either of us and Ginny told Dean, the next time she went down on him, and Dean told Seamus and Seamus has a big mouth. And, when I complained that he had a big mouth, he shut me up by putting his big mouth to good use.

So, while I couldn’t really complain that I don’t want to know about my friends’ and family’s sex lives – not when I was in bed with two of them – I’d rather not know why Harry looked so nervous.

But then Seamus’ hands were on him, stroking his hair and his shoulders and making him close his eyes and almost purr, and then Seamus’ hands were sliding black boxers down Harry’s wiry, hard muscled thighs and his beautiful cock was reaching for me and I licked my lips.

“C’mon, Harry,” Seamus murmured, sitting back against the not coincidentally well-padded headboard and pulling Harry back against his chest.

I groaned at the sight of them. Seamus was still flushed from his climax and was grinning wickedly at me over Harry’s shoulder. Harry was sitting between Seamus’ spread legs, his head tipped back, his own thighs parted for me, his cock arching out of black pubes.

Of course, I’d seen Harry’s cock before; we’d shared bedrooms and dressing rooms and tents for ten years, but it’s always been limp, shielding compact balls, with the head hiding coyly within a substantial foreskin.

But now his balls were exposed for me, nestled between his thighs, and the head of his cock was purple and almost visibly throbbing with his heartbeat and I reached for him and he cried out and it was scorching hot in my hand and far thicker than Seamus’ and I slid the foreskin back and forth, over the ridge, a couple of times, as I watched his eyelids flutter.

Leaning over them, I kissed Seamus deeply, feeling Harry watching us, then turned my head to capture his parted lips. I waited for his tongue to slip into my mouth, then sucked on it as I matched the rhythm with my hand on his cock.

“Beautiful,” I murmured, before crawling backwards, to sprawl over his lap.

His legs were trapped by Seamus’, so he couldn’t spread them wide enough for me to cup his balls, and they wouldn’t have come close to filling my hand, so I firmly put aside any thoughts of Ginny’s Seeker’s fingers holding his sac and wrapped my hand around the base of his cock. It fitted perfectly and I let my thumb drift lower and stroke his balls as I dropped my head and took him in my mouth.

And he cried out and his hands scrabbled at his chest, trying to find somewhere to cling and Seamus’ hands captured them and their fingers entwined and their hands settled on each side of my head, on Harry’s thighs.

And I marvelled at the feeling of him in my mouth; at the way my lips stretched on each stroke, the sensitive ridge brushing against my tongue as I swirled it around the head, the weight and heat and heady taste of him as I breathed through my nose and lost myself in my Harry.

I peered up, through my lashes, and they were kissing hungrily and I moaned and sucked harder and all four hands slid into my hair and held my head down as Harry writhed beneath me and he climaxed and I swallowed his come as Seamus swallowed his cries.

I sucked quietly as his cock softened in my mouth, before lifting my head and drawing his foreskin over the head with my lips and tucking it in cosily.

I sat back and looked up at them and exchanged smiles.

Harry looked boneless, sprawled in Seamus’ lap, with Seamus’ arms wrapped firmly around him.

“Good?” I asked bashfully, trailing my hand down his leg to settle on his ankle, my thumb circling an ankle bone I made a mental note to suck on, later.

“So. Fucking. Good,” Harry said firmly, reaching for me and tugging on the hand I gave him until I landed in their arms.

Seamus stole the first kiss, his tongue sweeping into my mouth to taste Harry on my tongue, then Harry whimpered and I turned to him and kissed him, thoroughly.


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He hummed happily and leant back on Seamus’ chest.

“Um,” he said, one hand coming up to my face and touching my lips. “I want to...”

He blushed.

“I’ll teach you,” Seamus said, pressing a kiss into his hair.

They both laughed as I scrambled out of my boxers and fluffed up the pillows and lay back.

“This,” Seamus said solemnly, pointing at my cock, “is a cock.”

Harry leant closer and examined it. “What does it do?” he asked, trying not to laugh.

“This particular one, not so much,” Seamus admitted and I pouted. “It tends to just lie back and expect me to do all the work.”

“Will you just shut the fuck up and suck it?” I asked.

“See how testy he can get, if you neglect his testes?” Seamus asked, smiling broadly.

I gave him a Look and he grinned and settled by my side, propped on an elbow.

“Won’t you join me?” he asked Harry.

Harry mirrored his position, on my other side and gazed levelly at Seamus, over the head of my quivering erection.

“And now?” he asked.

“And now, we kiss,” Seamus said.

I gasped as they leant towards each other, their eyelids fluttering closed as their lips met, my poor cock bumping against their chins.

It was undeniably hot and my hand drifted southwards.

“Uh, uh, uh,” Seamus murmured, his lips a breath away from Harry’s as his hand closed over my wrist. “We’re taking care of you.”

“How?” I asked indignantly, bucking my hips and thrusting my cock against his jaw.

“Like this,” he said, moving back a couple of inches and letting my erection rise until it floated between their mouths.

“And now, we kiss,” he repeated, opening his mouth and tilting his head so that his tongue curled around my cock and brushed against Harry’s lips.

Harry moaned and opened his mouth, too.

Two pairs of lips pressed wet kisses up and down my length, clinging together when they met and reaching for each other with probing tongues.

“Oh, fuckyespleaseShay,” I moaned, the hair on the back of my neck standing up as Seamus reached the head of my cock and took it in his mouth.

But he didn’t take it any deeper; he hummed at Harry, who moved closer, and pressed his lips to the corner of Seamus’ mouth. Seamus nodded slightly and pushed my cock out of his mouth, pursing his lips and pressing it between Harry’s.

Harry hummed around me and sucked.

I gasped and thrust deeper and Harry choked a bit and pulled back.

“Careful,” Seamus whispered, his head dipping between my thighs and nuzzling my balls as Harry tried again.

“Harry,” I breathed, watching my cock slide between his lips.

He grinned lopsidedly and I smiled down at him.

Seamus reappeared and they passed my cock back and forth between them, kissing and sucking and keeping me on the brink of something better.

“C’mon,” Seamus said, nudging my legs apart and kneeling between them. “Let me finish him off, then.”

Harry knelt beside me and I admired the line of his back and the curve of his arse and I ran my hand over the latter as Seamus went to work, taking me deep in his throat and sucking hard.

My head tipped back and my eyes closed as my mouth fell open and I gasped as my skin tingled and my balls tightened, and then Harry was there, his mouth pressed to mine and I opened my eyes and stared into his as he kissed me and Seamus dragged my climax out of me.

I blinked the world back into focus to find Seamus kneeling between my legs and stroking his reawakened cock.

“What next?” he asked, just as Harry said, “That was fabulous.”

“Oh, the best is yet to come,” I assured him.

“Ah, the Beast has come once,” Seamus smirked, wanking ostentatiously.

Harry looked at it and back up at me.

“D’you really...” he trailed off.

“Oh, I do,” I assured him, sitting up and letting Seamus take my place on the nest of pillows.

Seamus settled himself down, still stroking his cock, and I reached for the pot of lube on my bedside table.

Harry was looking back and forth between us and biting his lip and I decided he needed to be kept involved. I threw one leg over Seamus’ and sat astride his thighs, my dormant cock reclining on his balls.

“Here,” I said to Harry, handing him the jar. “Would you like to prepare us?”

Harry made a strange, strangled noise and his eyes were wide as I leant down, kissing Seamus firmly as my arse rose into the air.

“Fuck, Ron,” Harry breathed, unscrewing the jar and plunging his fingers squelchily inside.

“Go on,” Seamus said, between kisses. “Middle finger inside him.”

Harry moved closer and I felt his hand slide wetly between my cheeks until a fingertip pressed tentatively against my entrance.

“Please,” I said, pushing back against him and moaning deep in my throat as he slipped inside.

I arched my back as he moved slowly inside me, breathing out hard and relaxing for him.

“Is that okay?” Harry asked, withdrawing until just the tip of his finger stretched me, then pressing forwards again with two fingers.

“Oh, it is,” Seamus confirmed. “Just look at his face.”

Harry shifted on his knees, looking round at my face and smiling as I leant towards him for a kiss.

“Inside me, Harry,” I whispered.

“Inside you,” he echoed.

He fucked me with his fingers, watching me carefully, with a small frown on his beloved face.

“Now,” I said. “S’good, now.”

Harry’s eyes widened and his fingers slid out of me. Without being prompted, he scooped up more lube and slathered Seamus’ cock with it, making Seamus grin goofily up at us.

“Now watch this,” Seamus said, holding his cock upright as I shuffled forwards and positioned his cock against my hole.

Harry held his breath with me as I lowered myself, his eyes flickering between my face and my arse until Seamus was buried deep inside me. Seamus’ slender cock slips inside without too much pain, but it feels long enough to hit me in the back of the throat.

The muscles in my thighs were shaking, but I kept myself lifted slightly above him as Seamus thrust into me.

“Fuck, s’good,” he moaned. “So hot, Ron, so fucking hot.”

“You’re beautiful,” Harry whispered, his hand running down my back and trembling on my arse. “So beautiful together.”

Seamus looked up at me and I raised my eyebrows and jerked my head towards the mesmerised Harry and Seamus grinned and nodded.

“Touch me, Harry,” I begged and he jerked out of his trance.

I leant forward a bit and Harry moaned and his hand slid between my cheeks, caressing my sensitive skin, stroking Seamus’ cock and balls.

“I want,” he murmured.

“What?” I asked, pressing my cheek against Seamus’ as Harry’s fingers explored me.

“I want to try this,” he breathed.

“Then do it,” I said.

“Next?” he asked.

“Now,” I said.

“Oh, fuck,” he said. “Are you sure? How?”

“Never surer,” I said. “Just, uh, sit astride Shay’s legs and slide your cock in on top of his.”

“Oh, fuck,” Harry groaned, reaching for the lube again. “It’ll hurt you, Ron. I can’t bear to hurt you.”

“It’s a good pain,” I said, moaning and hissing as his slippery fingers pressed into me, stretching me wider than ever before.

“I’ll keep dead still,” Seamus said. “You press in alongside me and thrust very gently.”

“Oh, Christ,” Harry muttered, kneeling behind me and bending to kiss the back of my neck. “I... oh, god...”

One hand settled on my hip, his fingers digging painfully into my flesh and the other slid his cock along Seamus’ and held it against my entrance.

I rested my forehead against Seamus’, exhaling hard and relaxing completely as Harry pressed forward. For a time, I felt nothing but a painful burning as Harry’s tiny thrusts pushed him further and further inside me, but then the head of his cock slid past my ring of muscle and I gasped and he froze.

“Fuck,” he whispered, leaning forward, nuzzling my spine and murmuring into my skin. “Oh, Ron, I’m sorry.”

I tried to speak, but nothing came out.

“Give him a minute,” Seamus said, panting slightly himself. “He’ll be fine.”

Seamus’ hands ran over my face and down my arms.

“C’mon, Ron,” he said, one hand caressing my chest and wrapping around my cock. “Feels good, doesn’t it? Feels so tight, so, so good. Harry’s cock pressed up against mine, that’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”

“Fuck, yes,” I gasped, arching my back and groaning as Harry slid deeper.

“C’mon, Harry,” Seamus whispered. “Fuck us.”

“Oh, yespleaseHarryyes,” I babbled. “Fuck us, oh fuck us!”

Harry pressed another kiss into my skin and sat back, very slowly withdrawing out of me until the head of his cock stretched me unbearably again and then sliding back home, as Seamus stroked my cock.

The lessening of pressure as he slid forward, combined with the pleasure Seamus was giving me was masking the pain and my head tipped back as Harry moved again.

“Inside me, Harry,” I moaned.

“Oh, inside you.”

Seamus’ free hand touched my cheek and I turned and kissed his palm. “S’amazing, Shay,” I said, gazing down at him. “Fucking us.”

“Fucking you and me,” he agreed, the cords on his neck standing out as he reached for his climax. “So fucking tight.”

“Too tight,” Harry whispered. “Can’t hurt you, not you.”

“Doesn’t hurt, not really,” I gasped. “It’s too much, but it’s good too much. I want you to come inside me.”

He stilled and bellowed and thrust twice, hard, and he came, his body curling around mine and his cock throbbing deep inside me.

He rested his cheek against my back and wrapped his arms around me and his body shook as his climax rippled through him.

“Ohmygod,” he babbled. “RonohmygodmyRon.”

His cock softened and slipped out of me and I winced and he muttered an apology and I tried to sit upright for Seamus to fuck me properly and he gave me a very old fashioned look and carefully withdrew, before grabbing his wand off the bedside table and casting quick Tergeos all round.

“You only get simultaneous three way orgasms in Ginny’s porno novels,” he said. “I’m happy with one and a half and the Chosen One frotting against me inside you.”

I laughed and curled up on the bed, my head on his stomach as he stroked my hair.

I looked up at Harry, who was still kneeling and looking stunned.

“You okay?” I asked.

He shook himself and came out of his trance.

“Am I okay?” he asked, moving closer and touching my face. “Fuck, Ron, are you okay?”

“Oh, I’ll live,” I said, stretching and wincing and groaning.

“You shouldn’t have done it,” he said seriously. “Honestly, not just to give me the ultimate kinky experience.”

I frowned and sat up, carefully.

“Is that what you think this was?” I asked.

“What?”

“Just a thing to show you all the filthy stuff blokes get up to?”

He looked warily from me to Seamus and back again.

“Um,” he said.

Seamus sat up and put his hand on my shoulder. “S’okay,” he said. “Harry, this wasn’t a one off, just because we fancied being as kinky as possible. This is what he wants.”

“What is?” Harry asked.

“Both of you,” I said firmly. “Didn’t you listen to the drink with someone, and then sleep with them, and then live happily ever after thing?”

Harry blinked.

“Really?” he asked. “But... why?”

“Ah, Harry, yer man likes it long, hot and slow,” Seamus purred. “He’s certainly long,” I blushed, “I’m undeniably hot,” he smirked, “and you’re feckin’ slow.”



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