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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Cedric_Diggory/Harry_Potter
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Cedric_Diggory
  Additional Tags:
      Students, Ficlet, Slash, Oral_Sex, Blow_Jobs, Coming_In_Pants, First_Time
      Blow_Jobs
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-11-11 Words: 610
****** Stress Relief ******
by torino10154
Harry couldn't tell if Cedric was being honest about helping him with the
second clue or not, but he only had a few days left before the task and he was
willing to risk it. Besides, the way Cedric looked at him had sent a shiver up
his spine and gave him butterflies.
Waiting inside the unused classroom, Harry realized his palms were sweating and
his cock was already very hard. That was one thing about robes, they hid his
utterly embarrassing erections. He'd go back to his dorm and wank after Cedric
gave him the information he needed.
He nearly jumped out of his skin when Cedric stepped into the room, shutting
the door with a 'snick'. He flicked his wand at it and the knob glowed blue for
a moment.
"I don't want us to be interrupted," Cedric said, his smile melting Harry's
insides.
"You know the task?" Harry asked eagerly. He held the egg under his arm.
"Should I open it?"
"No, not here." Cedric shook his head. "Take it with you to the bath.
Everything will be crystal clear after that."
Harry frowned. He had sort of hoped for a bit more than that. Actual
information for example. He rubbed his sweaty palms down the front of his
robes, trying to think of a way to ask.
"Are you a bit nervous, Potter?" Cedric asked casually, his voice sounding
different somehow.
"Not really." Harry tried to puff out his chest, make himself seem more manly
but at fourteen it wasn't all that impressive.
"Sure you are. It's understandable." Cedric slipped off his robes and sat down
on the teacher's desk. "You just need to relax, and I can help you there."
Harry bit his lip as he watched Cedric part his thighs ever so slightly. He
blushed as he looked up and realised Cedric had been watching him.
"How's that?" he asked, clearing his throat.
"Come here." Cedric beckoned Harry closer and Harry couldn't help but move
toward him. He noticed the bulge in his trousers, that Cedric was hard, too,
and he swallowed a moan.
Reaching out and resting his hand on Harry's shoulder, Cedric pressed gently as
he spoke. "The best way to relax is to take the edge off."
Harry knew what Cedric was suggesting, knew what he wanted and Harry thought he
might come in his pants before Cedric even got his trousers undone.
Harry watched as Cedric undid his flies and pulled out his long, thin cock,
stroking himself lightly. Harry slowly lowered himself to his knees and put
both his hands on Cedric's strong thighs to steady himself, then leaned
forward, licking across the head.
"Oh, good, Harry, that's the way." Cedric moved a hand behind Harry's head,
pulling him closer. Harry opened his mouth wide, felt the hot length slide over
his tongue. His own cock was throbbing but he couldn't spare another thought
for himself as he tried to breathe through his nose, keep from using his teeth,
listen to Cedric's moans.
Cedric began bucking his hips, his fingers clenching in Harry's hair and in
seconds Harry's face was pressed to Cedric's stomach. Cedric stilled and hot,
bitter come filled his mouth and spilled out of the corner of it. It was only
after Cedric pulled back that Harry felt the wetness spreading across his
groin. He'd come in his pants and it had barely registered.
"There," Cedric said as he tucked himself back into his trousers, "aren't you
more relaxed now?"
Harry, come on his face and in his pants, took a deep breath and exhaled,
running a hand through his hair.
"Yeah, I think I am."
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weekend. I’m sure Sirius
wouldn’t mind either. And whatever you do, don’t tell him what we really do.”
“I’m sure I can come up with a convincing lie.”
“We will have to come up with one together, actually,” Ron said. “Otherwise
it’s suspicious.” Harry hummed. That made sense.
“So this weekend.”
“If we can,” Ron said, grinning. “Honestly, I didn’t think you’d want to even
consider it, so I’d just about given up you even changing your mind.”
“Well, it was a bit of a surprise. Especially with your tact: Oi, Harry, what
you say about me and my brothers shagging you till your brains melt?” Ron threw
his head back and laughed. “How’s a bloke supposed to respond to that when it
comes from his best friend? I mean, damn, Ron! That was not how I expected be
greeted by you two summers ago the moment we’re alone.”
“It caught you off guard, though.”
“And you’ve obviously known about it long enough to at least be comfortable
with the idea of shagging your brothers.”
“Not all of them,” Ron said. “One of the issues Bill wants to avoid has to do
with consent and the like. If you’re seventeen and up, you can only watch us
underage brothers go at it. Vice versa, too. For instance, if I were to do
something you don’t like, it’s best you speak up and explain what it is you
don’t like. That way, it can be avoided.”
Harry nodded, humming. “Say I chicken out.”
“Then we’ll stop. No questions asked.” Ron smiled in a way he hoped was
assuring. “It’s okay to be nervous. None of us are going to do anything you
don’t like and if we do, just say so. It’s not just about the sex, it’s also
about knowing what your partner likes and doesn’t like.”
“Can’t it get confusing, though? Given your brothers?”
“It hasn’t so far. At least not by my reckoning.” He tilted his head to the
side. “Still up for it?”
Harry exhaled heavily, thinking it through. He needed an outlet and he wasn’t
getting one. He’d been filled with a burning, bubbling rage for months that
occasionally would spill over and he didn’t know why. “Yes.”
“Cool. I’ll write Charlie and Bill.”
                                       #
Ron, at least, made it out as no big deal, but the twins, had too much fun
staring and whispering what they were going to do, or wanted to do, to Harry in
his ears. At first it was a little uncomfortable, but as the weekend
approached, he sort of saw it was just their way of letting him know what might
happen.
At least, that’s how chose to see it. Add to it that the night before left him
with a dream of some of the things they’d promised him left him aching for
fulfillment. He reminded himself as he showered that the dream might come true
and that it would probably be best to cool himself down.
Thankfully, he didn’t have to explain himself to Hermione or Ginny as both
girls were dragged off for a girls’ night with Tonks just an hour before he and
the brothers flooed to Charlie’s.
“Hey, Harry,” Charlie said, grinning. “These two haven’t given you too much
trouble, have they?”
“We’re hurt you’d even suggest it!” Fred said.
“More like a little bit of a preview of tonight.”
“Don’t be so sure,” Charlie said. “You’re seventeen, remember.”
“And?” George asked. “We can fuck our big brothers again. That’s all it means.”
“Ah, but George, think about what that means for our younger brothers,” Fred
said, turning his head to stare at Harry and Ron.
“Oh. Fuck, that’s hot.”
Ron rolled his eyes. “Ignore them,” he said. Harry grabbed his shoulder.
“What?”
“If you wanted to sleep with me, why not just say so?”
“I did say so. Two years ago…okay, maybe there’s a little bit of a twisted
sense of comfort having my brothers around to it,” he admitted. “But the
offer’s genuine. Would you rather not do this anymore? No shame in it.”
Harry swallowed. “No, I’ll stick with it, but next time, if I like what
happens, I’d rather give it a try alone, Ron. If that makes sense.”
“Sure.” He squeezed Harry’s hand. “I’m glad you’re at least giving this a
shot.” Ron raised their joined hands and kissed the back of Harry’s, blue eyes
fixed on green. “I promise that once you get into it, it won’t seem so bad.”
Charlie cleared his throat. “First things first. Harry, have you been with a
bloke?” He shook his head. “A woman?” Harry shook his head again. “Come with
me. Bill and I will explain how this works.”
“Ron did a little bit.”
“I’m sure he did the best he could, but we’ll cover what he didn’t,” Charlie
said.
“It’ll be okay,” Ron assured him, letting go of his hand. “I’ll see you in a
bit.”
Harry headed over to Charlie, who led him past the living room and into an
office. Bill was seated at the desk, dragon hide boots on the table.
“You look a bit nervous, Harry,” Bill said.
“Maybe just a bit,” Harry admitted.
“That’s all right,” Bill said. He beckoned Charlie to approach, pulling him
into a gentle kiss. Once broke, the elder Weasley brothers turned to Harry.
“The point we wanted was for us brothers to explore our sexuality and identity
without worrying about backlash or a potentially dangerous partner. We’ve known
both wizards and witches who had been nothing but cruel to each other and I’m
damned if that happens to my brothers. Now, Ron’s a little experience on you,
so we’re certain he’ll do a good job pleasing you.”
“Percy did pretty well teaching him and the twins on the physical level. Then
again, he had a good teacher of his own,” Charlie added, grinning at Bill. “So
I think the important thing is to make sure you know that we will watch and
maybe give you and Ron some suggestions through it. If at any moment you feel
overly uncomfortable, speak up. We’ll stop and make sure you’re okay before
continuing and take a break. We do make a habit of giving each other a show, so
if you’d rather do a solo act at any time, feel free to take the stage.”
“Just do what makes you feel comfortable,” Bill added. “If it helps, Ron’s the
only one still underage so he’ll be the only one touching you.”
“Shag me, you mean.”
“If you like. Penetrative sex isn’t the only sort of sex there is and while it
can be nice, it’s tougher on guys as the only entrance a partner has is his
ass. If your partner isn’t careful, he could really hurt you. Oral and frottage
is easier, especially for a beginner.”
“Perhaps, Bill, it’d be better for us big brothers to start today?” Charlie
suggested. “Let Harry get an idea of what it is we’re doing.”
“You sure it’s not because you want Fred and George?” Bill asked, arching a
brow.
“Can’t say it’s not a bonus,” Charlie said with a shrug. “Besides, I’ve a
feeling you’re just as excited about that than I am.” Bill sighed and bobbed
his head in an admitting nod.
“They’re dirty talk is on fucking point,” he said. Charlie laughed and Harry
blushed, unable to look the brothers in the eye. “I take it they were teasing
you, Harry?”
“How—”
“They like to do that. When they joined us and Perce, it was kind of goofy, but
they’ve gotten better at it since they turned thirteen and of course, they
teased Ron a bit when he thought they were alone.”
“Well it helped Ron open up to the idea.”
“Yeah, but doing that when he was twelve?” Bill shook his head, frowning.
“Still pissed at them for that.”
Charlie stroked Bill’s hair. “But it worked and Ron’s pretty happy with it. He
was pretty eager for Percy that first time.”
Harry still couldn’t look them in the eye. Percy and Ron? He wasn’t sure how to
merge the image of his best friend and his elder brother together. How did it
even work?
“Well, Percy’s pretty good. Hard not to be eager for him when he really wants
you to be,” Bill agreed. “So, Harry, have you any questions or concerns?”
Harry swallowed. “Um…well…I…no, but I don’t…”
“It’s okay if you’re nervous. No one is going to force you to do something you
really don’t want to do,” Bill said. “If you just want to watch today, that’s
fine. If you don’t want to do this at all, that’s also fine.”
“Ron’ll be hurt,” Charlie mumbled.
“Ron’s managed without a partner before,” Bill reminded him. “He can be quite
the exhibitionist when he’s really into it.”
The idea of Ron just masturbating…did he stand? Did he lie on his back? Did he
face his brothers or did he just let them see his lower body and hands?
“Is this really about me being like a brother to you all? Or is Ron…does Ron
think of me…”
“Is that what Ron told you?” Bill asked. “We do see you as another brother,
Harry. But yes. He’s just been nervous to ask you how you feel about him in
that regard.”
“Kind of hard to ignore your own feelings when you’re shouting your best mate’s
name mid-orgasm,” Charlie added. “Add to that Ron’s got the subtlety of a moose
and you’ve got a bundle of nerves unable to really say what you really want.
Especially when it’s to someone you already love and trust.”
Harry crossed his arms. Ron fancied him? Why didn’t he just say that? Harry
would have accepted it. He liked Ron enough to at least try being in a
relationship with him and hope it didn’t affect their friendship.
But he could understand the reluctance.
“I think I can do this,” he said. “Just…I don’t know what to do.”
“Well, then, Ron can take the lead if you like. We’ll probably make a
suggestion here or there, but aside from that, just remember that this is
ultimately supposed to be fun for everyone here.”
Harry nodded, biting back a retort about how most brothers find fun in a game
of Quidditch instead. “I think I’m…I’m ready.”
Bill stood. “I’ll show you were the showers are,” he said.
Harry followed him into a standard bathroom—if not for the large jacuzzi in the
corner. The shower was a glass encased corner just opposite it. The other end
the room bore a dark granite top counter and shelf unit with a mirrored door.
Next to the jacuzzi was a full-length mirror.
Bill grabbed two towels—one a hand towel—from under the sink. “Here you go,”
Bill said. “There’s plenty of wash and shampoo. When you’re done, just head
through that mirror,” he pointed at the full-length one. “It leads straight to
Charlie’s play room.”
“Um, about my clothes…”
“Hamper. You can wear them if you prefer.”
He reached out and brushed a strand of ebony hair away from Harry’s eyes. It
wasn’t like how others had done in hopes of getting a look at his scar, but
rather as if the scar, who he was, what he meant to their world, didn’t matter
here. “But the rest of us will be naked. Just go with whatever makes you more
comfortable. I’ll check in twenty.” With that, Bill left him, entering the
mirror as if it were the same charm that disguised the platform at King’s
Cross.
Harry exhaled and went to the shower and turned it on, undressing quickly and
setting the clothes in the hamper, stunned as they vanished before his eyes.
Likely to a laundry room, he hoped. Harry removed his glasses, unsure if he’d
want to keep them or not when the time came.
He focused on getting clean.
How clean would he need to be?
Should he be more thorough?
To be safe, he washed as much of his body as he could reach before he massaged
shampoo into his scalp. Once certain that he was ready, he shut the water off
and stepped out to dry off as much as he could from top to bottom. He kept the
towel on and grabbed his glasses, deciding to be all in.
How bad could it be, anyway? The brothers had been nothing if not patient and
calm with him through this whole thing. Harry took a breath and entered the
mirror.
The first sight to greet him was something that was both stunning and shocking.
Which twin sucked Percy’s cock and which kissed him while stroking his chest,
he didn’t know. He expected to feel a lot of things, but enraptured was not one
of them.
The rugged floor was covered in pillows to the corner was an empty bed covered
in white sheets with a mirrored headboard. There was even a mirror above tilted
at an angle so the audience would get a full view—or so Harry guessed. He spied
the elder two brothers talking quietly to the side.
Harry knew both of them had rather active jobs, but he didn’t quite realizehow
active till now as he couldn’t help staring at the smooth, defined muscles.
“Hot, isn’t it?”
Harry jolted out of the trance turning to Ron.
Ron snorted. “Relax, mate. No one’s going to judge you here.” He took Harry’s
hips in hand, thumbs pushed under the edge of the towel. “You know you can
trust me, Harry, right?”
“Yeah, Ron, I know.”
The towel fell and Ron shortened the distance between them further till their
groins pressed together. Harry sucked in a breath as Ron kissed him, massaging
his hips and rocking his own.
“Easy there, Ron,” Charlie said, bringing Harry back to the room. “Don’t want
him coming just yet. Hell, don’t want you coming just yet.”
“How about you let Harry explore you, first,” Percy suggested. Ron hummed and
released Harry, stepping back enough to let his nakedness be exposed. Ron
locked his arms behind his back. Harry glanced at the elder Weasley’s.
“Um. What do I…”
“Whatever you like,” Bill said. “If we want to see something, we’ll tell you.”
Harry swallowed and approached Ron, circling him slowly. It wasn’t predatory or
anything like that. Just more…taking him in and wondering what he’d do.
In the end, Harry decided to focus on his chest, running his fingers over Ron’s
torso, watching the nipples harden and bud under his touch. He moved his head
closer to one and gave a nipple a tentative lick. He could feel Ron’s muscles
tense as he gripped his arms tighter. Harry gently bit down on the bud,
pinching its twin between his fingers, and began to tease it with his lips and
tongue.
“Fuck…” Ron whispered. Harry moved his free hand down between Ron’s legs,
curling his fingers around the base of his cock and stroked. “You’re trying to
murder me, aren’t you?”
Harry released the abused nipple and slid to his knees. “Not yet,” he said.
“Harry, Baby,” George said. “Lick his cock. Please?”
Harry obliged, pressing his mouth on the underside of Ron’s cock, sliding his
tongue along the vein and feeling bolder as he felt Ron’s cock swell and
redden. He circled the tip with his tongue before easing a little pre-come out
of the slit to lap at.
He looked up at Ron. “Go on, Mate.”
Harry closed his lips over the head of Ron’s cock, faintly aware of the curse
falling one of the elder brothers watching.
“Merlin, if he was of age, I’d go lick his ass right now,” one said.
“Would want to fuck that mouth if it were me,” said another. “Would come all
over that skin and make one of you lick it off him.”
“Gladly,” Said a third. “I’d clean him for you and then suck his cock.”
“It’s a nice cock, too. Wouldn’t mind riding it.”
“Harry, that’s enough.”
It was almost too hard to release Ron’s cock from between his lips.
“Ron, have him face us.”
Harry turned to look at the five brothers as Ron helped him get into a desired
position on his knees, legs spread wide and arms behind his back as Ron’s had
been.
Ron tilted Harry’s chin up so that his gaze was on Bill’s. Brown and blue eyes
bore into him and Harry became painfully away how exposed he was and how they
stared. Ron trailed his fingers down one of Harry’s arm. “Don’t worry about the
way they’re looking at you. It wouldn’t be the first time someone stared at you
like this.”
“Seriously?!”
Ron hummed affirmatively, “If you’ve paid attention, Harry, you’d see it. Both
blokes and girls keep staring at you just like that. They undress you and fuck
you in their darkest fantasies. You’ve any idea how angry that makes me? It’s
fine right now because they know you’re mine.” Ron’s fingers trailed along the
V of Harry’s pelvis. “It pisses me off hearing Malfoy talk about you, or even
Finch-Fletchey. They just want to fuck the Boy-Who-Lived, but me? Us?”
“Ron…”
“We want you,” he growled. “Iwant you and I’m only okay with this because I
know my brothers won’t steal you from me, Harry.” Ron gripped Harry’s cock and
stroked, nibbling at an ear lobe.
“Ron, you’re going to make him come too soon,” Percy said.
“So?” the twins asked.
“Let him come. He’ll get it up again.”
“Joys of being fifteen: it’ll be up again before long and…” they looked at
Bill.
“Can we?”
“You know the rules,” Bill said, tugging his own cock. “We can’t touch them
till they’re of age. Fred, come here.” Fred crawled over to Bill, letting
himself be pulled into a violent kiss. Bill whispered in his ear and Fred
straddled his lap, easing down on Bill’s cock in sight of Harry and legs spread
wide so that Harry could see where they had joined. Bill kissed him, rubbing
circles into Fred’s inner thighs before moving a little and Fred began to
bounce.
“Can we do that?” he asked,
Ron hummed. “If you want, but first you need a little prep.” He moved Harry’s
head so to kiss him, slipping his tongue into his mouth. “Tell them what you’d
like me to do. They’ll want to know it. Bill or Charlie have to decide if we
can.”
Harry turned to their watchers. “I want to…I want…” He couldn’t stop blushing
and cleared his throat. “I want Ron to fuck me like…like Bill and Fred right
now.”
“Oh?” George asked. Percy leaned against Charlie’s chest. Bill arched a brow
before he stilled Fred, who whined, shaking in need.
“Please, can we, Bill? Please?”
“You’ve never been penetrated before, right?”
“I haven’t, but—I can take it, Bill. Please let us.”
“All right,” Bill said. Charlie reached for his wand. “Charlie will cast a
cleaning spell on you. Ron, get over here. You’re going to watch him with us.”
Ron moved away from Harry, joining his brothers. “Harry, go to the bed and lie
on your back and spread your legs as wide as they’ll go without hurting you too
much.” Harry obeyed, facing away from them, face turned and pressed into the
soft sheets.
“Fuck, I really want to lick that cute little ass,” Percy hissed just before a
stinging tingle made Harry rise off the bed, gasping. Following that was warm
moisture dripping between his legs.
“What…”
“Lubrication charm,” Charlie explained. “It’ll ease the way for your fingers
and Ron’s cock. Go on and open yourself up, Harry. Just one finger after
another.”
Harry moved his shaking hand between his legs. He circled the rim with the pad
of a finger before easing the appendage inside. He focused on breathing as he
moved his finger in.
“Add more fingers when you’re ready, Baby,” Charlie said. “That’s it, Harry.
You’re doing just perfectly. Isn’t he Bill?”
“Indeed. Ron, would you like to join him? Go fuck him with a hand till he’s
ready for your cock.”
Harry eased in a second finger just as Ron joined him. “You look so sexy,
Harry,” he said, gently easing Harry’s fingers out and replacing them with two
of his own, scissoring the flesh open and twisting them as he felt Harry
shudder beneath him.
“Does it hurt?”
“A little,” Harry admitted. “But don’t stop. Please, it could be worse.”
“Tell me if it gets too much,” Ron said. “I mean it, Harry.” Harry nodded and
Ron continued stretching the flesh. “When we’re seventeen,” he whispered. “I
might let Percy lick you while I open you up for my brothers to see. He’s got a
wicked good tongue, you see. Loves eating people out.”
“Why not now?”
“Bill’s pretty strict about the whole no underage-brother-fucking-one-who-is-
of-age thing. Which is gonna be a pain next year, you know.” He pulled his
fingers out enough to ease in the third. Harry tensed and Ron hushed him,
“Gonna hate not fucking you for five months now that I’ve got you in my arms
and saying you want my cock.” Harry squeezed around the fingers, biting his
lip.
“Ron, please fuck me.”
“I’m going to, Harry. I’m going to fuck you slowly so my brothers can see you
lose composure. I’m going to come inside you and then I’ll fuck myself on your
cock.”
Harry bucked, back arching off the bed as an orgasm electrocuted every nerve in
his body.
“He came very prettily,” one of the brothers said. A twin, if Harry was right.
“You want me to keep going?”
“Don’t you dare stop,” Harry moaned, heart racing. Ron cursed, removing his
fingers.
“Bill, I…”
“Go on, Ron. Carefully and slowly. Remember we want to see you two.” Ron and
Harry moved enough so that their sides were to their audience.
“It’s easiest if you’re on your front.”
Harry rolled over to lie on his stomach, moving his pelvis up to straddle
Ron’s. He hid his face in the blankets as Ron gripped his thighs and pushed in.
Harry shook and gasped. He didn’t think it would be sogood. Didn’t know that
each thrust stroked a spot that left him aching for more or that he could even
feel like this. He pushed back against Ron.
“Harder,” he begged.
“No,” Bill’s voice cut through the haze. “Ron, you need to be gentler.”
“I’m being gentle.”
“Your fingers are digging too deep.”
Harry would protest, really, but at this time the authority in the eldest
brother’s voice kept him from doing so.
“Loosen your grip.” Ron obeyed Bill, gently massaging Harry’s skin. “And don’t
thrust as much. Rollyour hips. You want him to be your lover. Prove to Harry
you can be gentle with him first. When you’re used to each other’s bodies more,
then you can be a little rougher with him. For now, go slower.”
“I thought you said it’s good if he wants it to be harder or faster.”
“It is,” Bill said. “He’s getting close to coming again. Aren’t you, Harry?”
Harry nodded. “So torture him a little. I want to see him cry for the need to
release.” Harry whimpered at that. “Don’t worry, Harry. You’ll get to come
again, Babe. Go on, Ron.”
The following thrust was painstakingly slow. Ron pulled out nearly all the way
before easing back in, the tip of his cock brushing against the nerves that
made Harry shiver.
“Better,” Bill said.
“Bloody hell, I’d love to join in if I could,” Charlie added. “Didn’t think Ron
had that level of control.”
“Course he does,” Percy snapped. “I had him his first time and taught him since
you two wouldn’t even go near him.” Charlie laughed and Harry turned to see him
pull Percy onto his lap, kissing him violently as Percy began rubbing himself
against Charlie’s thigh. Harry pushed back on Ron’s cock.
“Fuck, Harry!”
Harry repeated the action, meeting each push with one of his own.
“Now that is hot,” Charlie said, licking his lips. “Ron, your Baby is going to
make me come just watching him fuck himself on your cock like that.”
He could feel Ron shaking behind him from want. Harry moved away, rolling on
his back and pulled his legs up to welcome Ron back in. Ron took the
invitation, crawling back over to kiss and caress one of Harry’s legs before
easing back in.
“You’re doing good,” Charlie said around a shuddering moan. Ron leaned down.
“Look at them.”
“What?”
“Do it. Trust me, they’ll love you looking at them like this.”
Ron turned Harry’s head to face his brothers.
He first met Charlie’s gaze and his face flushed as he watched George suck him
down, hair being pet with one hand and the other playing with his ass. Harry
moved his gaze to a different brother.
Bill had sent Fred away, content to watch. Harry couldn’t help darting his
tongue over his lips at the sight of Bill’s cock proud and erect against a
muscular thigh. He met his gaze again and bit his lip, arching his back a
little bit, arms stretched over his head as he moved his gaze to the final two
brothers.
Percy was staring at him, legs spread wide and Fred between them with his own
legs spread wide so to show his heavy bollocks and cock swinging between them.
Percy smirked and licked his lips.
“Ron, rim him,” he said. “I want to see how he likes having his ass licked.”
Ron swore as his hips canted, slamming into Harry’s prostate. Harry arched off
the bed, gasping. His skin was almost too hot, like a layer of clothes he was
desperate to rip off. He expected Bill to chastise Ron, but he said nothing.
“Fuck,” Ron hissed. “Would you like that, Harry?” he asked. “Can I rim you?”
Harry nodded. “Please, Ron,” he moaned.
Ron pulled out and directed Harry to lay on his stomach again. He pushed back
against Ron’s hands as they spread the globes of his ass apart. Harry couldn’t
help twitching at cool air tickling his hole just before he felt Ron’s tongue
tease it and his perineum, sending delicious sensations vibrating under his
skin. He kissed and licked till Harry couldn’t keep himself from leaking over
the bed.
“Fuck, that’s so hot,” Charlie said. “When you’re seventeen, Harry…the things
we’re going to do to you.”
“Ron, stop.” Ron moved off, leaving Harry unsatisfied and close to tears.
“Harry, on your back and spread your legs. Ron, you can stay like you are.”
Harry looked up at the mirror. Ron was balanced on his knees, cock swollen and
heavy. “Okay, Sweeties,” Bill said, voice thick and heavy. “Almost there. Ron,
come over Harry. Cover him with your seed, baby. Harry, just stay like that.
You look so good just like that.” Harry looked at Bill and bit his lower lip,
taking in the pride of Bill’s cock twitching.
Above him, Ron stroked himself off, breathing going more and more erratic till
he pulled Harry into a biting kiss and came.
Harry moaned in his mouth, coming as well. He bucked his hips and dug his nails
into Ron’s skin, rubbing their bodies together to squeeze out every delicious,
muscle tensing sting.
Far too soon, the high eased and they came down. Harry kissed Ron sloppily
between heavy breaths.
“Don’t think they’ll be up for another round for a bit,” Fred said.
“Let’s let them rest,” Bill said. Harry whimpered at a second cleaning spell,
wiping away the sweat and semen from them. “Charlie, you want the next turn?”
“Gladly.”
“Well, help me get these two to Ron’s room and we’ll continue.” Bill had
already wrapped Harry in a blanket he’d conjured before lifting him up in his
arms. Charlie had helped Ron up, who was struggling to stay awake.
“Can stay. Not that little.”
“No,” Charlie snickered, finally wrapping Ron in a blanket of his own. Harry
giggled, comparing Ron to a burrito. “But I don’t think you’ve come that hard
since you’re first time, just rest a bit, ‘kay?”
“Fine…” Ron grumbled, letting himself be lifted up as well.
The elder brothers left the play room with the younger. Once in a large bed,
Harry’s glasses were removed and gently set on a bedside table.
“Think Harry’s going to want you, Bill. Way he was looking at you…”
“Tell me about it,” Bill said. “Could’ve broken my own rule…”
The door clicked shut, and Ron and Harry were left alone. Harry managed to turn
around and face Ron, who was staring at him.
“What? Was it bad?”
“No,” Ron said. “Just…I thought…never mind.”
“Ron, you just fucked me in front of your brothers. I admit I wasn’t all that
for it at first, but I’m glad I decided to give it a go.”
“You’d do it again?”
Harry scooted over to him, untangling himself from his own blanket and pulling
Ron’s loose enough so their bodies touched again. “I would. If I’m going to be
with someone, in any way, I’d rather be with someone I know and trust. Someone
I love.” Ron seemed to relax, pressing his forehead to Harry’s. “I mean, I
don’t know if I’m in love with you, but I do love you, Ron.”
“That’s okay. I didn’t know if I was in love with you for some time.”
“How long?”
“I don’t really know, but if I had to guess…sometime between our first and
second year, maybe?”
Harry moved a hand over Ron’s chest. “You know, Ron, when we’re alone, we don’t
have to worry about what your brothers want to see or obey their orders. Not
that it wasn’t fun because it fucking was and I don’t mind doing it again, but
I liked it when you were holding me so tight it bruised.”
“Really?” Ron asked. “Well, so you know, I like to bottom, too. And I promised
to ride your cock, Harry.” He groaned. “Just too tired right now. Fucking
libido.”
“We’re fifteen. Give it a little bit more time.”
Ron hummed, moving down so best to cuddle with Harry. “Can you believe the
nerves of my brothers? Especially Bill.”
“What?”
“Earlier: could’ve broken his own rule if it meant shagging Harry Potter.”
Harry hoped Ron didn’t sense the excitement that actually brought him.
Oh, I’m fucked.
“He doesn’t seem to be the type to,” he assured Ron. He yawned. “G’night, Ron.”
“G’night, Harry.”
Ron was out within a minute, snoring softly.
But Harry, whenever he closed his eyes, couldn’t help but remember Bill’s
intense gaze and he wondered at those steady hands…firm muscles…
I’m really fucked…
End Notes
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