Birthday Fic
Happy Birthday, Snoy!!!!
And happy January 5th to the rest of you. The lovely sioniann requested HP birthday fic. She named the characters, the place and the activity. I hereby provide you with the results.
Title: Alternative Quidditch
Author: ridicu_liz
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Draco/Ron
Summary: Three boys, a cloak, a crowd, a bit of fun.
"I am never drinking again. Never. You two are insane." Even as I said the words, very softly, I couldn't help the shiver that ran down my spine and the tingle of excitement that quivered in my gut.
"This is all about you, you know." The silken voice in my ear was followed by a tongue which caressed the shell, and then teeth, pulling on my earlobe. I let out a sharp breath, gooseflesh springing up everywhere as I shuddered in response.
"You'll love it. You've secretly wanted to do this forever. Don't think I can't tell." The second voice was deeper, huskier, and then his lips were on my throat, swirling at a pulse point.
"Merlin," I gasped, closing my eyes and remembering how we had come to be here.
~~~~
"Okay," he'd said, downing yet another sip of ridiculously expensive wine, "fantasy now. Each of us gets to pick a fantasy for the other, and then we act them out." He'd smiled that wicked smile and I had nodded like a happy puppy.
The firelight had danced, and we had finished the bottle and started on another. We spoke of silly things - school and tests and hopes for the future. We were careful never to mention war or loss or fear. It was fun. We were together. I cataloged each sound, each look, each caress now. The future was large and looming and promised me only death, and loss, and fear. I would have given them anything at that moment.
I created one elaborate game, grinning at one of my lovers as we both watched the other's eyes glaze over. Got that one. And it would be so easy, just a bit of planning and some careful purchases.
I laughed as we planned yet another game for the boy who had been conspiring with me mere moments before. He gasped and I kissed him. "Perfect. I'd love to see you like that."
Then the two had turned to look at me, scooting close together to whisper. I'd watched and drunk yet more wine as they nodded and rubbed and smiled. I couldn't remember a single moment in time when I had ever been this happy. Just the three of us, here in a little room with wine and a fire and a blanket. I loved them both so much. I remember thinking that if I could have stopped time I'd have done so.
~~~~
I still can't believe that I laughed when they told me of their plan. I'd actually laughed, and toasted them.
"Take your clothes off," whispered the voice in my ear. His hands moved around me, circling my waist from behind to tug at my belt, as yet other fingers pushed my cloak from my shoulders.
"Yes," whispered the other, "it's the perfect time now, the match is well and truly underway."
As if to emphasize his words, the stands above us suddenly shook and a great cheer erupted, drowning out the sound of fabric falling to the ground.
In moments I was naked, shivering slightly in the crisp air of early May. They kissed me, one after the other, dipping their tongues into my mouth and tasting me before pulling away to undress each other. It was a show, I knew. Staged specifically for me.
And Hufflepuff has the quaffle! The crowd roared again.
Something tightened in my chest as I watched them. Pale fingers ran slowly up to strong shoulders, pushing the black cloth aside and down, ever so slowly down. A dark head turned to watch me as its owner slipped the cloak pin out of the cloth under his fingers. They leaned in, kissing each other while looking at me, gray eyes and green. They rested forehead to forehead, nodded at some unspoken symbol, and let their hands fall simultaneously. Neither had worn anything under his cloak. Suddenly the two were bare, presenting themselves to me as they turned, each proud, erect, beautiful... Mine!
"God!" I moaned. "This is enough. Right here. We can hear the game. I want to touch you. Please..."
But they shook their heads, walking around me in a slow circle. "Ron, Ron, Ron..."
I loved the way my name dripped from lips that used to throw barbs at me. Draco Malfoy could turn my name into a caress, and I shivered as if he had touched me.
Harry smiled, standing only inches from me. "You know you want to do this. I bet you thought about it the first time I showed you the cloak." He grinned - that flashing, bright, happy expression that I had never yet failed to respond to.
There they were. The reasons I had given in. The explanation behind my willingness to risk humiliation and expulsion. The voice and the smile. I was lost.
Merlin, please never let me be found.
~~~~~
I don't know how they managed to make it larger. Dark magic probably... Draco wasn't a Malfoy for nothing. I found that I didn't care in the slightest. There was so much skin pressed up against me, soft and warm and... My knees threatened to buckle as we stepped out into the sunlight. Harry caught me from behind and Draco pulled my hands around his waist.
"It will be fine."
"You'll love it."
"Just a few more yards."
"We have to be right in the middle of the pitch."
I nodded, looking up through the shimmer of the cloak to see brooms soaring overhead. Part of me wondered what the score was, who was winning, what would happen with the cup standings if... Then Harry molded himself to my back and quidditch had never been less important.
"Here do you think?" Draco turned, looking over my shoulder for confirmation. I felt Harry nod.
"Sit down for a minute, love."
Harry handed me a blanket and I sat on it while the two of them moved away from me. My head fell back and I stared around the pitch. We were really going to do this. We were really going to shag... on the quidditch pitch... under the invisibility cloak... during a match!!!!
"Give me the blanket Ron," Draco said, dropping a kiss on my head, "we need to spread it out."
I moved as requested and the two of them spread the blanket out. "Okay," Harry said, sitting in the middle and drawing me close to him, "it's domed and warded against bludgers. All the charms are set to last for a maximum of four hours."
"Not that we think you will last that long," Draco chuckled, "but there's always round two, or three... and we could always watch the game."
"Also," Harry said, "we want to be able to get back under the stands. I'm hoping for a long match." His voice was seductive and I shivered yet again.
Draco moved closer to my other side and tangled his slender fingers in my hair. "Very long," he said, kissing my temple and pushing me down softly to lie on my back.
"Watch the match, Ron," Harry husked, running his hands down my legs and straightening them. "Let us take the edge off."
I gasped as he closed a hand around my erection, even as Draco fingered one of my nipples. I tried to follow instructions, looking up. Suddenly, however, my eyes closed, or perhaps rolled back in my head. Malfoy had stuck his tongue deep into my throat just has Harry had engulfed my cock in his mouth. My cry was caught in a deep languid kiss; even as hot, wet heat turned my bones to liquid. Draco pinched my nipples, Harry tumbled my balls, and I writhed at the sensations accosting me from so many sides.
I'd like to say it took a long time, but I am 17. There was a light show behind my eyelids, exquisite pressure in my stomach and my thighs, trembling that shook my whole body, and then I was soaring. Arching and aching and crying out, I spent myself into Harry's gorgeous mouth.
They caressed me softly, four hands on my legs, my stomach, my shoulders, my arms until I was calm enough to open my eyes. Then Harry, looking right at me, leaned over my prostrate body and kissed Draco. Both of them swallowed. If I had not just come I would have done so again at the sheer insane eroticism of that motion.
"Oh... God... I... God..." I was completely incoherent, and they were laughing, bending down to kiss my cheeks, my eyelids, my forehead.
"Ron, Ron, my Ron, dear Ron, love you, love you," two voices twining around each other and around me and again I wished for time to stop.
~~~~
How long I lay there as they gentled me down from the heights I don't know. I realized after a time that they were lying stretched out; spooned on each side of me. Two erections pressed against my body, one against each hip. I am sure that I blushed, going scarlet in horrid contrast to my hair. I'd been so gone, so caught up, that had I never even thought about...
"I do believe he's back," drawled a voice at my shoulder.
"Don't worry Ron, we know how you get when you're overly excited." Harry chucked, his head moving slightly where it lay on my chest.
"And we want to be able to take our time, what with you being in the middle and all." Draco moved to kiss me, tenderly this time, lips only.
"We figured we'd loosen you up. Plus, I love the way you taste." Now Harry's mouth was on mine, equally soft.
"I don't know what I did," I whispered, although it came out more as a whimper, "to deserve" but I wasn't allowed to finish the thought.
Draco kissed me hard, stopping my words with almost violent intent. He would never let me talk about such things. He never let either of us talk about the future, or the past. He held so tightly to the now. Harry and I both knew that Draco was the most frightened of us all. That he had the most to lose. That he would lose, no matter what happened. I shifted out from under Harry and wound my arms around the blond, even as Harry moved to hold him too. My heart ached.
"Shhhh," Harry said softly, and I could feel his breath moving Draco's hair, "not today. It's fun today, all for fun. Do either of you know who's winning?"
We let him change the subject, ending up lying together in a tangled heap staring up at the sky for a moment. Only the oddly intertwined fist, made by three hands clutching together, remained to shadow the intensity we had brushed against.
Not today, I thought, not today. I won't lose either one of them today.
~~~~
We watched the match for a while, finding out that Hufflepuff was actually ahead. I can tell you I was very surprised. It boded well for a long match, however, as Ravenclaw was likely to rally.
When I commented on the effectiveness of one of the Ravenclaw beaters and Harry agreed, Draco called a halt to the break.
"This," he said in false disdain, "is not about quidditch!" He ran his hand very slowly from my hip, over the top of my thigh, across my curls, over the other thigh and onto Harry. I had moved to prop myself on my elbows in order to watch that hand, and so had the perfect view of Harry's face as nimble fingers closed around him.
Harry had softened just a bit, but Draco's hand took care of that problem in seconds, and Harry let out a sharp huff of air. The tingle in my groin alerted me to my own growing interest in the proceedings, and Draco smiled in predatory fashion as I shifted to touch him.
"Now," he proclaimed, "I believe we have other things to attend to?"
In short order my blond demon had taken control, rolling to his side to retrieve a little vial from under the blanket. Harry and I both sat up, and Harry's arm moved around my shoulders. We watched as Draco crawled back across the blanket in a blatant display of his assets. In moments he was straddling my lap, grinding his erection against my stomach and pressing the vial into my hand.
Harry reached around me, cupping the back of Draco's skull and pushing his head forward until the Slytherin was kissing me. I slid one arm around Harry and one around Draco, pinning one to my chest and one to my side. I groaned as Harry's hand moved between us, touching Draco briefly before moving down to hold me.
Draco pulled away, his eyes going the sparkling silver of snow clouds. "Fuck me," he commanded, voice thick and rich and coiling around me like the symbol of his house. "I want you to shove that lovely thick cock of yours so far into me that I can taste it. Take me, Ron. Take me while Harry takes you. I want to see you both, the two of you straining and shaking, eyes on me when you come. Because you know you will - Ron, Harry - so hard it almost hurts you."
I shivered, a great long trembling motion that moved from my toes up my legs, stiffening me before it moved on up my chest and down to my fingers and over the top of my head. Harry moaned and his hand on me flexed convulsively, almost to pain, before he remembered himself.
"Salazar, Draco," Harry gasped, "you have a mouth on you that could melt steel."
Draco smiled, kissing Harry hard and thoroughly, until those green eyes, when revealed again, were slightly glazed. Next he kissed me. It was barely a touch, a tease, a promise. The heir to the Malfoy fortune moved away and was soon was on his back, raising his knees and spreading his thighs. I could hold his gaze for only a moment more.
My eyes were drawn to that silken marble cock, rising from blond curls and blushing now with blood. He was so beautiful. The crowd above us roared, and in my lust-hazed state I thought it just that the whole school should applaud this feast laid out before me. Draco Malfoy, beautiful and dangerous and docile now and mine. I had to taste him.
I turned to kiss Harry, pressing the vial from my hand to his before moving to lie on my stomach between Draco's parted legs. Harry laughed and began to massage my back, kissing my neck, my shoulders, pressing teeth gently into the muscle of one of my arms. I quivered, and Draco reached forward to sink his hands into my hair.
I licked him, one long stripe up the underside from balls to tip, swirling carefully around the slit before sucking lightly and tasting the bitter salt of his first offering. Harry was moving down my body, laving the skin at the small of my back with his tongue. I licked back down, kissing each lightly furred globe before using my hands to push Draco's legs back further, opening him to me. I blew softly on the pucker, even as Harry's fingers drifted into my own cleft.
Amazing I thought, I could die here a happy, happy man.
I circled that pale quivering treasure with my tongue, delighting in the way the man underneath me shook slightly. He was making very small sounds now. Draco always fought so hard not to lose control. I would make him lose it today. I pressed my mouth there, sucking slightly as my thumbs moved to run from his cleft, up around my face to the base of his cock and then back down. I traced circles with my fingers on the back of his thighs, the inside, the skin of his perineum. All the while my tongue circled and pushed, and Draco began to make louder sounds.
Harry must have been watching, either Draco's reaction, or my own, because just as I pressed my tongue past that ring of muscle, one slick oiled finger entered me. I gasped and jerked forward pressing my tongue further into Draco and making him cry out, finally. I soon added a finger next to my tongue, stretching out my blond lover, brushing across that secret spot inside him before adding another digit. A few moments of this and Draco had reached a hand down to tug on his balls.
"Ron!" he mewled, "I want to come with you inside me... Please." It was breathy and wanton and I wanted to bottle that sound; the priceless sound of Draco when he was needy. It was so delicious that I could sell it and make fortunes for the Weasley family. Or just keep it entirely for myself and drown in pure lust.
I nodded, thrusting back on Harry's fingers and making a completely undignified sound as he hit my prostate. "Glarg!"
Harry laughed, stretching himself over my back and licking my ear. "Are you ready Ron?" he asked pulling away from me and sitting up. "I don't think Draco will last much longer if you don't fuck him soon."
I trembled again, groaning and pulling myself away from that secret valley and onto my knees. The sound of Harry slicking himself coupled with that word falling from his lips made my head buzz. He grabbed my hair with oily fingers and turned me to face him, jade eyes shone brightly just before he kissed me. He reached between us to prepare me with soft oily strokes. I think I might have bitten him as I shuddered and commanded myself not to come simply from that touch.
Draco, however, was watching. "Harry!" he called. "Don't you dare!"
I then found myself spun and pushed and pulled and I was on my knees between Draco's legs. It was his pale hand that was guiding me to his entrance. His eyes captured and held mine as he arched forward and I pressed down. We both called out. Harry pushed me from behind. I was immediately buried to the short hairs, far faster than I had intended.
Draco flung his head back and nearly sobbed. I was afraid that I had hurt him until I heard his little whine, "So good... sweet Salazar... so good!!!!"
"Don't move," Harry ordered. "Either one of you. You aren't going to finish without me." I was spread and mapped and then I felt the head of Harry's cock pushing against my entrance. I wanted to push back, but Draco had wound his legs around my thighs and Harry's hands were on my hips. I was immobile. "Look at him," Harry ordered as he began to slide into me.
I did as I was told, although my vision began to blur just a bit. Draco was panting, trembling, muscles clenching but he reached up a hand to push my hair from my face. "For you, Ron," he said, and I felt tears prickle behind my eyes as Harry slid home and echoed the words.
"I love you," I moaned, "both of you." Then we were moving.
I was filled and filling. The motion should have seemed awkward but it wasn't. I was trapped between two rapturous places. Whether I moved forward or back there was only delight and sensation and "Oh, good, so, yes, good, ah!"
Harry's hand pulled Draco's shaft. Draco's fingers moved between us to touch me as I slid in and out of him. Harry kissed my shoulder, driving into me. I turned my head to kiss the savior of the wizarding world, before lowering my mouth to suck on Draco's nipples.
The vortex of lust and love and feeling began to swirl in ever tighter circles. Above us a game proceeded, the crowd roared, the players sped after each other, and the three of us where laid bare in the midst of it all. There was noise and heat and sweat and...
"Dra... oh! ...rry!!" I screamed, coming so hard that tears fell. I knew they were coming too - in me, on me, around me. I tried to hold the feeling as the waves crashed over me, but I was falling. They would catch me. I would never be allowed to fall far.
~~~~
"Do you think we killed him?" one voice asked.
"Nah," said the other, "he wouldn't dare die while he's still inside me."
"I don't know," came the answer, "if you have to go I can certainly think of worse ways."
It was the soft sound of kissing that finally brought me back from whatever plane I had been floating on.
Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy were kissing. They were kissing over my shoulder, both pressed impossibly close against me - in me and around me, on me and under me, endlessly intertwined. Mine as surely as I was theirs, and they each other's.
"Bloody brilliant!" I whispered. "Totally bloody brilliant --- although quidditch will never be the same."
They pulled apart, wicked smiles lighting both faces as they laughed. In moments our positions had changed. We separated and I was underneath two grinning madmen who tickled me until I begged for mercy. We collapsed in a messy pile, breathless and sticky and so, so happy.
It was only the reflexes of two seekers that saved us from being caught. Draco gasped and pointed and Harry's eyes instantly found the snitch and the seeker chasing it. In seconds they had pulled me up, grabbed blanket and vial, disabled the charms, and we ran.
I never plan to tell either one of them that I alone remembered to wind the cloak around myself. Everyone else was watching the game, after all, and it was a short but scenic sprint to the space under the stands.
Snoy, my dear, I hope that your birthday is as fabulous as you are.
And happy January 5th to the rest of you. The lovely sioniann requested HP birthday fic. She named the characters, the place and the activity. I hereby provide you with the results.
Title: Alternative Quidditch
Author: ridicu_liz
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Draco/Ron
Summary: Three boys, a cloak, a crowd, a bit of fun.
"I am never drinking again. Never. You two are insane." Even as I said the words, very softly, I couldn't help the shiver that ran down my spine and the tingle of excitement that quivered in my gut.
"This is all about you, you know." The silken voice in my ear was followed by a tongue which caressed the shell, and then teeth, pulling on my earlobe. I let out a sharp breath, gooseflesh springing up everywhere as I shuddered in response.
"You'll love it. You've secretly wanted to do this forever. Don't think I can't tell." The second voice was deeper, huskier, and then his lips were on my throat, swirling at a pulse point.
"Merlin," I gasped, closing my eyes and remembering how we had come to be here.
~~~~
"Okay," he'd said, downing yet another sip of ridiculously expensive wine, "fantasy now. Each of us gets to pick a fantasy for the other, and then we act them out." He'd smiled that wicked smile and I had nodded like a happy puppy.
The firelight had danced, and we had finished the bottle and started on another. We spoke of silly things - school and tests and hopes for the future. We were careful never to mention war or loss or fear. It was fun. We were together. I cataloged each sound, each look, each caress now. The future was large and looming and promised me only death, and loss, and fear. I would have given them anything at that moment.
I created one elaborate game, grinning at one of my lovers as we both watched the other's eyes glaze over. Got that one. And it would be so easy, just a bit of planning and some careful purchases.
I laughed as we planned yet another game for the boy who had been conspiring with me mere moments before. He gasped and I kissed him. "Perfect. I'd love to see you like that."
Then the two had turned to look at me, scooting close together to whisper. I'd watched and drunk yet more wine as they nodded and rubbed and smiled. I couldn't remember a single moment in time when I had ever been this happy. Just the three of us, here in a little room with wine and a fire and a blanket. I loved them both so much. I remember thinking that if I could have stopped time I'd have done so.
~~~~
I still can't believe that I laughed when they told me of their plan. I'd actually laughed, and toasted them.
"Take your clothes off," whispered the voice in my ear. His hands moved around me, circling my waist from behind to tug at my belt, as yet other fingers pushed my cloak from my shoulders.
"Yes," whispered the other, "it's the perfect time now, the match is well and truly underway."
As if to emphasize his words, the stands above us suddenly shook and a great cheer erupted, drowning out the sound of fabric falling to the ground.
In moments I was naked, shivering slightly in the crisp air of early May. They kissed me, one after the other, dipping their tongues into my mouth and tasting me before pulling away to undress each other. It was a show, I knew. Staged specifically for me.
And Hufflepuff has the quaffle! The crowd roared again.
Something tightened in my chest as I watched them. Pale fingers ran slowly up to strong shoulders, pushing the black cloth aside and down, ever so slowly down. A dark head turned to watch me as its owner slipped the cloak pin out of the cloth under his fingers. They leaned in, kissing each other while looking at me, gray eyes and green. They rested forehead to forehead, nodded at some unspoken symbol, and let their hands fall simultaneously. Neither had worn anything under his cloak. Suddenly the two were bare, presenting themselves to me as they turned, each proud, erect, beautiful... Mine!
"God!" I moaned. "This is enough. Right here. We can hear the game. I want to touch you. Please..."
But they shook their heads, walking around me in a slow circle. "Ron, Ron, Ron..."
I loved the way my name dripped from lips that used to throw barbs at me. Draco Malfoy could turn my name into a caress, and I shivered as if he had touched me.
Harry smiled, standing only inches from me. "You know you want to do this. I bet you thought about it the first time I showed you the cloak." He grinned - that flashing, bright, happy expression that I had never yet failed to respond to.
There they were. The reasons I had given in. The explanation behind my willingness to risk humiliation and expulsion. The voice and the smile. I was lost.
Merlin, please never let me be found.
~~~~~
I don't know how they managed to make it larger. Dark magic probably... Draco wasn't a Malfoy for nothing. I found that I didn't care in the slightest. There was so much skin pressed up against me, soft and warm and... My knees threatened to buckle as we stepped out into the sunlight. Harry caught me from behind and Draco pulled my hands around his waist.
"It will be fine."
"You'll love it."
"Just a few more yards."
"We have to be right in the middle of the pitch."
I nodded, looking up through the shimmer of the cloak to see brooms soaring overhead. Part of me wondered what the score was, who was winning, what would happen with the cup standings if... Then Harry molded himself to my back and quidditch had never been less important.
"Here do you think?" Draco turned, looking over my shoulder for confirmation. I felt Harry nod.
"Sit down for a minute, love."
Harry handed me a blanket and I sat on it while the two of them moved away from me. My head fell back and I stared around the pitch. We were really going to do this. We were really going to shag... on the quidditch pitch... under the invisibility cloak... during a match!!!!
"Give me the blanket Ron," Draco said, dropping a kiss on my head, "we need to spread it out."
I moved as requested and the two of them spread the blanket out. "Okay," Harry said, sitting in the middle and drawing me close to him, "it's domed and warded against bludgers. All the charms are set to last for a maximum of four hours."
"Not that we think you will last that long," Draco chuckled, "but there's always round two, or three... and we could always watch the game."
"Also," Harry said, "we want to be able to get back under the stands. I'm hoping for a long match." His voice was seductive and I shivered yet again.
Draco moved closer to my other side and tangled his slender fingers in my hair. "Very long," he said, kissing my temple and pushing me down softly to lie on my back.
"Watch the match, Ron," Harry husked, running his hands down my legs and straightening them. "Let us take the edge off."
I gasped as he closed a hand around my erection, even as Draco fingered one of my nipples. I tried to follow instructions, looking up. Suddenly, however, my eyes closed, or perhaps rolled back in my head. Malfoy had stuck his tongue deep into my throat just has Harry had engulfed my cock in his mouth. My cry was caught in a deep languid kiss; even as hot, wet heat turned my bones to liquid. Draco pinched my nipples, Harry tumbled my balls, and I writhed at the sensations accosting me from so many sides.
I'd like to say it took a long time, but I am 17. There was a light show behind my eyelids, exquisite pressure in my stomach and my thighs, trembling that shook my whole body, and then I was soaring. Arching and aching and crying out, I spent myself into Harry's gorgeous mouth.
They caressed me softly, four hands on my legs, my stomach, my shoulders, my arms until I was calm enough to open my eyes. Then Harry, looking right at me, leaned over my prostrate body and kissed Draco. Both of them swallowed. If I had not just come I would have done so again at the sheer insane eroticism of that motion.
"Oh... God... I... God..." I was completely incoherent, and they were laughing, bending down to kiss my cheeks, my eyelids, my forehead.
"Ron, Ron, my Ron, dear Ron, love you, love you," two voices twining around each other and around me and again I wished for time to stop.
~~~~
How long I lay there as they gentled me down from the heights I don't know. I realized after a time that they were lying stretched out; spooned on each side of me. Two erections pressed against my body, one against each hip. I am sure that I blushed, going scarlet in horrid contrast to my hair. I'd been so gone, so caught up, that had I never even thought about...
"I do believe he's back," drawled a voice at my shoulder.
"Don't worry Ron, we know how you get when you're overly excited." Harry chucked, his head moving slightly where it lay on my chest.
"And we want to be able to take our time, what with you being in the middle and all." Draco moved to kiss me, tenderly this time, lips only.
"We figured we'd loosen you up. Plus, I love the way you taste." Now Harry's mouth was on mine, equally soft.
"I don't know what I did," I whispered, although it came out more as a whimper, "to deserve" but I wasn't allowed to finish the thought.
Draco kissed me hard, stopping my words with almost violent intent. He would never let me talk about such things. He never let either of us talk about the future, or the past. He held so tightly to the now. Harry and I both knew that Draco was the most frightened of us all. That he had the most to lose. That he would lose, no matter what happened. I shifted out from under Harry and wound my arms around the blond, even as Harry moved to hold him too. My heart ached.
"Shhhh," Harry said softly, and I could feel his breath moving Draco's hair, "not today. It's fun today, all for fun. Do either of you know who's winning?"
We let him change the subject, ending up lying together in a tangled heap staring up at the sky for a moment. Only the oddly intertwined fist, made by three hands clutching together, remained to shadow the intensity we had brushed against.
Not today, I thought, not today. I won't lose either one of them today.
~~~~
We watched the match for a while, finding out that Hufflepuff was actually ahead. I can tell you I was very surprised. It boded well for a long match, however, as Ravenclaw was likely to rally.
When I commented on the effectiveness of one of the Ravenclaw beaters and Harry agreed, Draco called a halt to the break.
"This," he said in false disdain, "is not about quidditch!" He ran his hand very slowly from my hip, over the top of my thigh, across my curls, over the other thigh and onto Harry. I had moved to prop myself on my elbows in order to watch that hand, and so had the perfect view of Harry's face as nimble fingers closed around him.
Harry had softened just a bit, but Draco's hand took care of that problem in seconds, and Harry let out a sharp huff of air. The tingle in my groin alerted me to my own growing interest in the proceedings, and Draco smiled in predatory fashion as I shifted to touch him.
"Now," he proclaimed, "I believe we have other things to attend to?"
In short order my blond demon had taken control, rolling to his side to retrieve a little vial from under the blanket. Harry and I both sat up, and Harry's arm moved around my shoulders. We watched as Draco crawled back across the blanket in a blatant display of his assets. In moments he was straddling my lap, grinding his erection against my stomach and pressing the vial into my hand.
Harry reached around me, cupping the back of Draco's skull and pushing his head forward until the Slytherin was kissing me. I slid one arm around Harry and one around Draco, pinning one to my chest and one to my side. I groaned as Harry's hand moved between us, touching Draco briefly before moving down to hold me.
Draco pulled away, his eyes going the sparkling silver of snow clouds. "Fuck me," he commanded, voice thick and rich and coiling around me like the symbol of his house. "I want you to shove that lovely thick cock of yours so far into me that I can taste it. Take me, Ron. Take me while Harry takes you. I want to see you both, the two of you straining and shaking, eyes on me when you come. Because you know you will - Ron, Harry - so hard it almost hurts you."
I shivered, a great long trembling motion that moved from my toes up my legs, stiffening me before it moved on up my chest and down to my fingers and over the top of my head. Harry moaned and his hand on me flexed convulsively, almost to pain, before he remembered himself.
"Salazar, Draco," Harry gasped, "you have a mouth on you that could melt steel."
Draco smiled, kissing Harry hard and thoroughly, until those green eyes, when revealed again, were slightly glazed. Next he kissed me. It was barely a touch, a tease, a promise. The heir to the Malfoy fortune moved away and was soon was on his back, raising his knees and spreading his thighs. I could hold his gaze for only a moment more.
My eyes were drawn to that silken marble cock, rising from blond curls and blushing now with blood. He was so beautiful. The crowd above us roared, and in my lust-hazed state I thought it just that the whole school should applaud this feast laid out before me. Draco Malfoy, beautiful and dangerous and docile now and mine. I had to taste him.
I turned to kiss Harry, pressing the vial from my hand to his before moving to lie on my stomach between Draco's parted legs. Harry laughed and began to massage my back, kissing my neck, my shoulders, pressing teeth gently into the muscle of one of my arms. I quivered, and Draco reached forward to sink his hands into my hair.
I licked him, one long stripe up the underside from balls to tip, swirling carefully around the slit before sucking lightly and tasting the bitter salt of his first offering. Harry was moving down my body, laving the skin at the small of my back with his tongue. I licked back down, kissing each lightly furred globe before using my hands to push Draco's legs back further, opening him to me. I blew softly on the pucker, even as Harry's fingers drifted into my own cleft.
Amazing I thought, I could die here a happy, happy man.
I circled that pale quivering treasure with my tongue, delighting in the way the man underneath me shook slightly. He was making very small sounds now. Draco always fought so hard not to lose control. I would make him lose it today. I pressed my mouth there, sucking slightly as my thumbs moved to run from his cleft, up around my face to the base of his cock and then back down. I traced circles with my fingers on the back of his thighs, the inside, the skin of his perineum. All the while my tongue circled and pushed, and Draco began to make louder sounds.
Harry must have been watching, either Draco's reaction, or my own, because just as I pressed my tongue past that ring of muscle, one slick oiled finger entered me. I gasped and jerked forward pressing my tongue further into Draco and making him cry out, finally. I soon added a finger next to my tongue, stretching out my blond lover, brushing across that secret spot inside him before adding another digit. A few moments of this and Draco had reached a hand down to tug on his balls.
"Ron!" he mewled, "I want to come with you inside me... Please." It was breathy and wanton and I wanted to bottle that sound; the priceless sound of Draco when he was needy. It was so delicious that I could sell it and make fortunes for the Weasley family. Or just keep it entirely for myself and drown in pure lust.
I nodded, thrusting back on Harry's fingers and making a completely undignified sound as he hit my prostate. "Glarg!"
Harry laughed, stretching himself over my back and licking my ear. "Are you ready Ron?" he asked pulling away from me and sitting up. "I don't think Draco will last much longer if you don't fuck him soon."
I trembled again, groaning and pulling myself away from that secret valley and onto my knees. The sound of Harry slicking himself coupled with that word falling from his lips made my head buzz. He grabbed my hair with oily fingers and turned me to face him, jade eyes shone brightly just before he kissed me. He reached between us to prepare me with soft oily strokes. I think I might have bitten him as I shuddered and commanded myself not to come simply from that touch.
Draco, however, was watching. "Harry!" he called. "Don't you dare!"
I then found myself spun and pushed and pulled and I was on my knees between Draco's legs. It was his pale hand that was guiding me to his entrance. His eyes captured and held mine as he arched forward and I pressed down. We both called out. Harry pushed me from behind. I was immediately buried to the short hairs, far faster than I had intended.
Draco flung his head back and nearly sobbed. I was afraid that I had hurt him until I heard his little whine, "So good... sweet Salazar... so good!!!!"
"Don't move," Harry ordered. "Either one of you. You aren't going to finish without me." I was spread and mapped and then I felt the head of Harry's cock pushing against my entrance. I wanted to push back, but Draco had wound his legs around my thighs and Harry's hands were on my hips. I was immobile. "Look at him," Harry ordered as he began to slide into me.
I did as I was told, although my vision began to blur just a bit. Draco was panting, trembling, muscles clenching but he reached up a hand to push my hair from my face. "For you, Ron," he said, and I felt tears prickle behind my eyes as Harry slid home and echoed the words.
"I love you," I moaned, "both of you." Then we were moving.
I was filled and filling. The motion should have seemed awkward but it wasn't. I was trapped between two rapturous places. Whether I moved forward or back there was only delight and sensation and "Oh, good, so, yes, good, ah!"
Harry's hand pulled Draco's shaft. Draco's fingers moved between us to touch me as I slid in and out of him. Harry kissed my shoulder, driving into me. I turned my head to kiss the savior of the wizarding world, before lowering my mouth to suck on Draco's nipples.
The vortex of lust and love and feeling began to swirl in ever tighter circles. Above us a game proceeded, the crowd roared, the players sped after each other, and the three of us where laid bare in the midst of it all. There was noise and heat and sweat and...
"Dra... oh! ...rry!!" I screamed, coming so hard that tears fell. I knew they were coming too - in me, on me, around me. I tried to hold the feeling as the waves crashed over me, but I was falling. They would catch me. I would never be allowed to fall far.
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"Do you think we killed him?" one voice asked.
"Nah," said the other, "he wouldn't dare die while he's still inside me."
"I don't know," came the answer, "if you have to go I can certainly think of worse ways."
It was the soft sound of kissing that finally brought me back from whatever plane I had been floating on.
Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy were kissing. They were kissing over my shoulder, both pressed impossibly close against me - in me and around me, on me and under me, endlessly intertwined. Mine as surely as I was theirs, and they each other's.
"Bloody brilliant!" I whispered. "Totally bloody brilliant --- although quidditch will never be the same."
They pulled apart, wicked smiles lighting both faces as they laughed. In moments our positions had changed. We separated and I was underneath two grinning madmen who tickled me until I begged for mercy. We collapsed in a messy pile, breathless and sticky and so, so happy.
It was only the reflexes of two seekers that saved us from being caught. Draco gasped and pointed and Harry's eyes instantly found the snitch and the seeker chasing it. In seconds they had pulled me up, grabbed blanket and vial, disabled the charms, and we ran.
I never plan to tell either one of them that I alone remembered to wind the cloak around myself. Everyone else was watching the game, after all, and it was a short but scenic sprint to the space under the stands.
Snoy, my dear, I hope that your birthday is as fabulous as you are.