Happy Birthday to Me, part 18 (halfway!) (Harry/Ron/Ginny, NC17)
More with the birthday fics. Today's is for cranberryink, and is so. very. wrong.
Harry/Ron/Ginny, NC17, 965 words.
Wrong Bed
It was a simple enough misunderstanding. It was painfully hot at the Burrow, and even at midnight, it hadn't cooled much. Harry, better with a cooling charm than Ron, had changed beds with Ron so Ron could be closer to the incredibly slight breeze from the window, and finally, after a great deal of tossing and turning, they'd both managed to sleep, stripped to the skin and covered only by a sheet.
Ginny had crept in some time after two, sliding into bed next to what she thought was Harry, cuddling up around him, far too hot and drowsy to realize Ron was far too tall and lanky to be Harry as she slid her bare legs between his and smiled as he sleepily thrust his hips forward against her belly.
And then, a bit after three Harry had got up to go to the loo, and staggered back, mostly asleep, and got back into the bed he'd always slept in, here, not sure why someone else was in the bed, but too heat-drugged and somnolent to work up much worry. He wrapped his arms around Ginny, whose arms were wrapped around Ron, and went to sleep.
All of them woke at dawn, nearly simultaneously, and all of them caught a breath and held very, very still, sticky hot skin half-peeled from each other. Finally, Harry spoke. "Um…"
Ron blinked at him, then lifted up the sheet and looked at Ginny, naked between them, legs entangled with his, belly pressed flush against his hard cock. "Gin!"
"What? Why are you in Harry's bed?"
"We swapped. Why are you?"
"Uh. So I crawled in with you?"
"I guess. Harry?" Ron still hadn't put down the sheet, and was looking past the pale curve of Ginny's arse at Harry's cock, which was no less hard than his own. Not that his own was still quite so hard, of course. At least, that was what he was telling himself as he dropped the sheet.
"Um. Don't remember. Must've got up for something?"
"And you got back in bed with my sister?"
Harry picked the sheet back up and slid a hand around Ginny's ribcage, pulling her back against him and revealing Ron's cock.
Which was not softening at all.
Harry looked back up at Ron. "Yep."
Ron flushed and glanced down, which was no help at all because that got him a full-on view of Ginny's breasts and hard nipples, Harry's thumb between them and fingers splayed across one.
"Gin?" Harry said quietly. "You meant to crawl in with me?"
She didn't blush or look away at all. "Yep."
"Oh. Um. You know Ron and I do …everything together?"
She grinned. "I know. But I thought you might like a change of pace.
Harry looked up at Ron, who groaned and closed his eyes, then back down at Ginny. "You want us to…what, exactly."
She bit her lip. "Um. I Here." She turned in his arms until she was facing him, then said, "Just, here. Come here." And rearranged them somehow so that she was straddling Harry, who now lay where she had just been. She glanced at Ron. "Okay?"
Ron looked between them, at Harry's cock jutting up firm against her belly, and groaned again. "…yeah."
"Brilliant." She lifted suddenly, and slid herself down on Harry's cock in one smooth hard push, back arching as Harry cried out and lifted his head to tongue one firm nipple. "Ron!" she added. "Get behind me.."
"Um. Gin? What do you want me to--you don't want me to-- …do you?"
"I want you inside Harry. Lift his legs. I'll adjust. Want to be in the middle of the two of you fucking."
Ron could do that. Liked to do that. He grabbed his wand from under Harry's pillow and muttered a lube charm, then lifted Harry's ankles over his shoulders. It was awkward as hell, but then he was sliding into Harry, sliding home and it didn't matter they were all going to be strained and sore because this was fucking brilliant. Ginny arched against his chest and he looked down around her to see Harry's hands, one thumb on her clit, the other pinching a nipple., then she was coming, and he could tell, could see his sister coming on his boyfriend's cock, and then Harry was coming too, and then so was Ron.
Ginny slid free as Ron collapsed onto Harry, and flopped down on her back next to them. "Ron?"
"What?"
"I want to watch him fuck you."
"What?"
"I said, I want to watch him fuck you. I just felt you fuck him, so that's no worse, right?"
Ron was sure there was some sort of damnation involved in what he was about to do, but he levered himself up off Harry and got on his hands and knees in front of Ginny. Harry scrambled to his knees behind Ron, stroking himself hard again, still wet from their combined fluids, and slid into Ron slow and steady.
Ron closed his eyes when Ginny began fingering herself right there, in front of his face. Damnation. Definitely. And then she slid her finger, covered with Harry's come and hers, between his lips and he licked it and whimpered and opened his eyes. "What!!?"
"Don't you like Harry's come?"
"What?"
"Don't you like it? I want you to lick his come out of me while he fucks you." She scooted down to place her dripping cunt under Ron's nose. "It's his come, Ron, Lick me clean."
Harry moaned and started fucking Ron faster. Ron closed his eyes again, and lowered his face.
He thought, absently, that really if they were doing this again tonight, they should do it in Gin's room. After all her bed was way bigger.
Harry/Ron/Ginny, NC17, 965 words.
Wrong Bed
It was a simple enough misunderstanding. It was painfully hot at the Burrow, and even at midnight, it hadn't cooled much. Harry, better with a cooling charm than Ron, had changed beds with Ron so Ron could be closer to the incredibly slight breeze from the window, and finally, after a great deal of tossing and turning, they'd both managed to sleep, stripped to the skin and covered only by a sheet.
Ginny had crept in some time after two, sliding into bed next to what she thought was Harry, cuddling up around him, far too hot and drowsy to realize Ron was far too tall and lanky to be Harry as she slid her bare legs between his and smiled as he sleepily thrust his hips forward against her belly.
And then, a bit after three Harry had got up to go to the loo, and staggered back, mostly asleep, and got back into the bed he'd always slept in, here, not sure why someone else was in the bed, but too heat-drugged and somnolent to work up much worry. He wrapped his arms around Ginny, whose arms were wrapped around Ron, and went to sleep.
All of them woke at dawn, nearly simultaneously, and all of them caught a breath and held very, very still, sticky hot skin half-peeled from each other. Finally, Harry spoke. "Um…"
Ron blinked at him, then lifted up the sheet and looked at Ginny, naked between them, legs entangled with his, belly pressed flush against his hard cock. "Gin!"
"What? Why are you in Harry's bed?"
"We swapped. Why are you?"
"Uh. So I crawled in with you?"
"I guess. Harry?" Ron still hadn't put down the sheet, and was looking past the pale curve of Ginny's arse at Harry's cock, which was no less hard than his own. Not that his own was still quite so hard, of course. At least, that was what he was telling himself as he dropped the sheet.
"Um. Don't remember. Must've got up for something?"
"And you got back in bed with my sister?"
Harry picked the sheet back up and slid a hand around Ginny's ribcage, pulling her back against him and revealing Ron's cock.
Which was not softening at all.
Harry looked back up at Ron. "Yep."
Ron flushed and glanced down, which was no help at all because that got him a full-on view of Ginny's breasts and hard nipples, Harry's thumb between them and fingers splayed across one.
"Gin?" Harry said quietly. "You meant to crawl in with me?"
She didn't blush or look away at all. "Yep."
"Oh. Um. You know Ron and I do …everything together?"
She grinned. "I know. But I thought you might like a change of pace.
Harry looked up at Ron, who groaned and closed his eyes, then back down at Ginny. "You want us to…what, exactly."
She bit her lip. "Um. I Here." She turned in his arms until she was facing him, then said, "Just, here. Come here." And rearranged them somehow so that she was straddling Harry, who now lay where she had just been. She glanced at Ron. "Okay?"
Ron looked between them, at Harry's cock jutting up firm against her belly, and groaned again. "…yeah."
"Brilliant." She lifted suddenly, and slid herself down on Harry's cock in one smooth hard push, back arching as Harry cried out and lifted his head to tongue one firm nipple. "Ron!" she added. "Get behind me.."
"Um. Gin? What do you want me to--you don't want me to-- …do you?"
"I want you inside Harry. Lift his legs. I'll adjust. Want to be in the middle of the two of you fucking."
Ron could do that. Liked to do that. He grabbed his wand from under Harry's pillow and muttered a lube charm, then lifted Harry's ankles over his shoulders. It was awkward as hell, but then he was sliding into Harry, sliding home and it didn't matter they were all going to be strained and sore because this was fucking brilliant. Ginny arched against his chest and he looked down around her to see Harry's hands, one thumb on her clit, the other pinching a nipple., then she was coming, and he could tell, could see his sister coming on his boyfriend's cock, and then Harry was coming too, and then so was Ron.
Ginny slid free as Ron collapsed onto Harry, and flopped down on her back next to them. "Ron?"
"What?"
"I want to watch him fuck you."
"What?"
"I said, I want to watch him fuck you. I just felt you fuck him, so that's no worse, right?"
Ron was sure there was some sort of damnation involved in what he was about to do, but he levered himself up off Harry and got on his hands and knees in front of Ginny. Harry scrambled to his knees behind Ron, stroking himself hard again, still wet from their combined fluids, and slid into Ron slow and steady.
Ron closed his eyes when Ginny began fingering herself right there, in front of his face. Damnation. Definitely. And then she slid her finger, covered with Harry's come and hers, between his lips and he licked it and whimpered and opened his eyes. "What!!?"
"Don't you like Harry's come?"
"What?"
"Don't you like it? I want you to lick his come out of me while he fucks you." She scooted down to place her dripping cunt under Ron's nose. "It's his come, Ron, Lick me clean."
Harry moaned and started fucking Ron faster. Ron closed his eyes again, and lowered his face.
He thought, absently, that really if they were doing this again tonight, they should do it in Gin's room. After all her bed was way bigger.