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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      Multi
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Character:
      Dean_Thomas, Draco_Malfoy, Harry_Potter, Seamus_Finnigan, Blaise_Zabini
  Additional Tags:
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      Published: 2011-09-25 Completed: 2012-01-05 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 6885
****** Slytherin Club ******
by NoName [archived by HPFandom_archivist]
Summary
     PWP. Written only for the sake of slash. No plot at all, just smut.
     Threesomes. Chaper one: Dean/Seamus/Blaise.
Notes
     Note from SeparatriX, the archivist: this story was originally
     archived at HP_Fandom, which was closed for health and financial
     reasons. To preserve the archive, I began manually importing its
     works to the AO3 as an Open Doors-approved project in August 2016. I
     e-mailed all creators about the move and posted announcements, but
     may not have reached everyone. If you are (or know) this creator,
     please contact me using the e-mail address on HP_Fandom_collection
     profile.
***** Best Mate *****
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned
by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury
Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is
being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
This is PWP. Sorry I didn’t come up with an original setting for this story and
used a popular ‘Slytherins are perverts’ approach, because I simply wanted to
write a smutty story. I do hope you’ll enjoy it.
Also this is unbeted, I'm sorry in advance if there are mistakes. I'm currently
looking for a beta. So if anyone would like to be my beta, I'd be very
grateful.
                                   Best Mate
“Good evening, gentlemen.” A smooth voice of Draco Malfoy greeted the group of
Gryffindors entering the snake’s lair.
Harry smirked at the sight of a pale beautiful young man, taking in his simple
outfit consisting of snug dark trousers and a white shirt, which was left
untucked with few top buttons undone. Malfoy’s bare feet took a few steps to
them on the carpeted floor as the Slytherin observed the new comers.
“Welcome to the Slytherin Club.” He announced with an air of officiality but
the sultry smirk on his full pink lips gave away his excitement. He stood in
front of a crowd of Gryffindors, all male and not younger than six year; they
checked him out without any shyness, the want clear in their eyes. Some of them
would even have this desire satisfied tonight, the blond thought. “Some of you
already know the rules.” He saw Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas share a look
and a smirk. “They are simple but obligatory.”
Some of the students, who were here for the first time listened him with rapt
attention, trying not to be distracted by what was happening in the large room
behind Draco.
“First of all, please, do keep the secrecy. If the Club deems someone worthy of
being a member that person would be informed, don’t doubt that. We are always
happy to have new people.”
Harry, who stood in the back row with his best friend at his side, didn’t pay
much attention to the others. His dark green eyes, irises impossibly big
because of lust, were solely focused on Draco. The Slytherin licked his lips,
the movement of his tongue teasingly slow as it slid over them.
“Secondary, please do keep your hygiene.
“And thirdly, everyone is equal here. You can take, but be ready to give. No
one is judged, every kink is accepted. You might be asked to move to the
separate room if you get to…eccentric, but you are allowed to do whatever you
like as long as your partner finds it pleasing as well.
“Now, have fun. Please don’t disappoint us, we expect a wild hedonistic sex
happening here tonight.” With that he smiled and left, leaving the new-comers a
full view of the room and six and seven year students in different states of
undress, kissing, touching, masturbating on their own or in groups, getting
handjobs, footjobs, blowjobs, fingering and buggering each other.
A Slytherin Club, indeed.
*
“Hello,” a smooth low voice sounded from his right and Seamus eagerly turned to
see who it belonged to. Blaise Zabini. Interesting, he thought to himself and
turned fully to greet the Slytherin.
“Hello,” he echoed, prolonging the vowels as the palm of his right hand in a
seemingly off-handed gesture slid over his right thigh, fingers caressing the
jeans clad leg and a sliver of skin just under the hem of the t-shirt, until it
settled on his waist. With a smirk he noted how dark eyes of the Slytherin
followed the movement hungrily. “Fancy meeting you here…”
“Want me to be your first tonight?” Zabini asked boldly, disregarding all
subtlety and stepping closer to Seamus. He did nothing else though, just
watched and waited. His eyes held the Gryffindor’s gaze as his lips slowly
stretched into a lazy smile.
“Just like that?” Seamus asked, feigning disappointment. “No sweet words? Not
even a foreplay?”
“Well it’s not like we are lovers,” Zabini replied. He tilted his head slightly
to the side and reached one hand to run his fingers over the other’s
collarbone. When his fingers moved, tugging on the collar of the t-shirt and
moving to caress the skin, Seamus couldn’t help the light tremor of
anticipation. It pleased his soon to be bed partner and the Slytherin grew
bolder. “We are here to fuck.”
“Yes,” Seamus breathed out. With all his body he leaned forward, soaking in the
other’s warmth.
“Good.” Zabini nodded to himself. His other hand joined the first in the
exploration, settling much lower, on Seamus’s left thigh. It gripped and pulled
and then pushed back again in a teasing dance. “And you can consider the
preparation your foreplay.”
“No need,” Seamus shook his head. Sandy hair fell into his eyes and he glanced
slyly through his fringe at the Slytherin. “No preparation.”
“Have a masochistic side, don’t you?”
“No really.” He grinned and took a half step back. The next words he said
deliberately loudly to attract the attention of one person. “My best mate has
already prepared me.”
As soon as the words left his mouth a pair of hands sneaked around his waist
from behind and a familiar body pressed itself to his back. Dark hands joined
Zabini’s on his body, but with a bit more confidence born from familiarity;
they slid under his t-shirt, lifting it up to expose his stomach.
“See?” Seamus asked a little breathlessly. “My best mate.” His head fell on
Dean’s shoulder as one of his best friend’s hands dove under the waistband of
his jeans and the other reached his nipple. It felt good. “Already prepared
me…for the night.” His breath was coming short and, already, he found it
difficult to concentrate.
“He did, didn’t he?” Zabini asked through the smirk, recovering from his
momentary shock and returning to the task at hand. His left hand took care of
the other nipple while his right grabbed Seamus’s ass through his jeans. “Did
he fuck you as well?” He whispered into the boy’s ear.
Seamus shook his head vigorously while Dean said. “We do not fuck. We are
friends.”
“Oh?” Zabini’s breath washed over Seamus’s sensitive earlobe and the Gryffindor
moaned quietly. “And still you don’t mind some…fooling around?”
“That’s just helping each other.” Dean reasoned. He smirked right into Blaise’s
face. “Trust me I’ve stretched him nicely. He is for you to take.” Their faces
were close, mere inches apart, so it seemed only natural for them to kiss.
There was nothing shy or innocent about that kiss, Zabini’s tongue licked over
Dean’s lips and plunged into his mouth without meeting any resistance.
A loud moan broke them apart – in his excitement Dean’s hand, wondering inside
of his friend’s jeans palmed him through his briefs, squeezing his cock,
sliding up and down the hardening shaft with tormenting slowness. Dean kissed
Zabini again, briefly, and pushed his friend into the Slytherin’s arms. Blaise
took the opportunity without thinking, his mouth moving from one Gryffindor’s
to the other, and the hand gripping Seamus’s ass rose higher to run up and down
his spine before getting under his jeans and underwear to grab the flesh of his
cheeks. Nails dug into the skin as Blaise drew Seamus closer to his body, their
still covered erections touching and rubbing against each other. He felt some
fumbling near his waistband, it was Dean’s hands trying to open their flies and
free them of their closing.
Seamus tore his lips from Blaise’s to take a gulp of air and let out another
moan as he felt the Slytherin’s fingers gently dip into the crack of his arse
and trail a path from his pucker to the base of his spine and back, spreading
the rest of the lube Dean used to prepare his friend beforehand.
“Too much foreplay for someone who promised me there will be none.” Seamus
muttered.
Blaise chuckled darkly and inserted one finger inside the Gryffindor. Slightly
amused that he actually was already stretched, he thrust one finger in and out,
enjoying the feeling and tormenting the other.
There was a rustling and, with some help from Dean, Seamus’s jeans fell to the
floor. Absent mindedly the sandy haired teen stepped out of them and kicked
them aside. His underwear followed.
“Now can we get to the fucking?” He asked impatiently as he bent his knees just
a fraction when Blaise’s finger was going up to get it inside himself deeper.
“Aren’t you a slut, huh?’ Blaise asked darkly, but he added another finger.
They were slick from the lube that already was in Seamus’s hole and moved
inside and out easily.
Instead of answering Seamus tugged him into another kiss. While his tongue
caressed the inside of Seamus’s mouth, Blaise felt his own trousers falling to
his knees and freeing his erection.
“No underwear?” They heard Dean’s mocking voice. “I wonder who the slut is
now?”
He didn’t get an answer, just wet sounds of sloppy kisses, and lowered to his
knees behind Seamus. On his way down his gave a crack of his arse a sensitive
lick, kissing the pinkish hole around Blaise’s fingers, sucking on it and then
plunging his tongue inside with the dark fingers’ inward thrust. Seamus moaned
in pleasure somewhere above him and spared on hand that was not clinging onto
the dark skinned Slytherin to reach behind himself and hold one arsecheek to
give both teens the better access. He was moving a little, pushing himself onto
the fingers and the tongue, moaning into Blaise’s mouth.
“Ah…good…” He breathed out with another moan when Blaise tore himself from his
mouth and moved to nip at his jawline.
The third finger was added and the tongue disappeared. Seamus gave a little
whine of disappointment and then a small sound of surprise as two strong hands
on his waist held him and pulled him down until he was seated in Dean’s lap,
back to his friend’s chest. Blaise followed him down, crouching in front of
Seamus, lips still attached to his neck. He nipped and kissed, bit down hard
and then licked the quickly bruising flesh; his hands settled on Seamus’s waist
to hold him in place as he realized what position Dean had chosen for his
friend. The dark skinned Gryffindor was sitting on his knees with Seamus in his
lap, he leaned back a little taking the other teen with him and moved his own
bent legs, spreading them, causing Seamus’s thighs, thrown over them, to spread
as well. Blaise helped, grabbing under Seamus’s knees and pushing his legs
apart even more. He tore himself from the Gryffindor’s neck to take in the view
presented to him.
“So hot,” he muttered while his palms caressed the insides of Seamus’s thighs
and Dean’s hands worked to rid him of the t-shirt.
The Gryffindor’s pale skin was flushed, dark nipples erect and begging for
attention as Seamus arched his back to settle himself between Dean’s thighs.
His was sitting right on his friend’s clothed erection and he clenched his arse
cheeks to get more friction, electing a moan from the teen behind. Seamus’s own
cock was rock hard, standing proud from dark curls of his public hair, already
leaking from the slit. Blaise leaned down to lick the pre-come and then dragged
his tongue the entire length from the base to the tip. A wanton moan escaped
Seamus’s kissed lips and he bucked his hips.
“Here,” Dean said to Blaine, tossing him a bottle of lube. He was aroused just
like the other two but without a chance to act on it properly. Yet. He was
breathing heavily, even one word sounded hoarse coming from his throat. His
hips were moving in a slow rhythm, rubbing his erection on his best mate’s
naked ass.
Blaise took the lube, his hands trembled just a little as he unclasped it and
poured generously into his palm. When his hand finally made contact with his
erection he shuddered. He closed his fingers around it and stroked, coating it
in lube.
“Ah…” Seamus’s breathing was loud and sinuous, his eyes glued to Blaise’s cock,
following the movements of his hand. “Want it,” he panted. “I want it inside.”
“You do, don’t you?” Blaise still had self-restrain left for a bravado, but he
moved forward at the same time as Dean leaned even more back so that Seamus’s
ass was higher in the air, presenting his ready twitching hole to the
Slytherin.
“Fuck him.” Dean commanded and it was strangely arousing, Blaise lined his cock
up with Seamus’s entrance and, all gentleness thrown to the wind, pushed
inside.
“Yesss…” Seamus hissed. In his next thrust Blaise pushed all the way in until
his balls slapped the Gryffindor’s ass. “Fuck, yes…”
The Slytherin balanced himself with one hand on the floor and they three were
practically lying on top of each other now, withdrew his cock and thrust back
in.
“Oh, yes. Right there!” Seamus screamed as Blaise hit his prostate, sending a
wave of pure pleasure through him. Dean grunted from behind his friend,
erection strained in his trousers, rubbing against Seamus’s sweaty back.
Seamus arched, impaling himself on Blaise’s manhood, and threw his head back as
uncontrolled moans fell from his open lips. He tried to spread his legs even
more, but had no much control over his body left, so Dean, understanding
perfectly what his friend wanted, reached under him for his arse and grabbed
his cheeks, pulling at them, spreading him open, allowing Blaise to get some
more inches inside.
“Shit.” Blaise swore. The heat of Seamus’s body enveloped him, his passage hot
around the Slyhterin’s manhood, squeezing him and preventing from withdrawing
and then welcoming back his cock.
Seamus was moaning and panting so loudly they seemed to attract the attention
of other people in the room. He lifted his hands and clasped them behind Dean’s
neck, using them to lift himself up and then let the gravity pull him down in
time with Blaise’s thrusts. Sweat rolled down his skin, mixing with the pre-
come, every muscle inside and outside was quivering.
“Just a little bit more.” Dean grunted. “Fuck him harder.”
Without hesitation Blaise complied, putting all his weight into every thrust
and Seamus screamed, a low animalistic sound of arousal. The Slytherin’s hand
was gripping his waist so hard, they were sure to leave finger shaped marks.
Seamus’s fingers clutched the dark hair at the base of Dean’s neck, his body
shook, muscles contracted, toes curled and he came, splashing his come over his
own belly, his chest and face.
Blaise moaned as the muscles of Seamus’s passage quivered like mad round him
and he thrust one, second time before he was coming himself, spilling his
release into Seamus’s hole, coating his inner walls and marking him from the
inside. Panting he collapsed on the sandy haired teen’s chest, hands roaming
over his skin, smearing the come all over it. He kissed the collarbone in front
of him and moved higher, tongue tracing the neck and then skipping from fair
skin to dark of Dean’s jawline. Lips met his in a heated kiss, Seamus’s hand
caressed the side of his face guiding him to deepen the kiss with Dean.
Slowly they recovered from their orgasms and Blaise moved away from the two
Gryffindors. His softened cock slid from Seamus’s hole, eliciting a hiss from
the teen. Seamus reached his hand down and ran the pads of his fingers over his
pucker, coating them in come and brought it to his lips to taste. He hummed,
pleased, and rolled from over Dean to lie beside him. Blaise groaned at the
sight.
“You really are a very good friend,” the Slytherin commented as he sat leaning
on his hands. His dark long legs were extended in front of him, shamelessly
spread with his cock hanging in between, traces of come painting it.
“Everything for my best mate.” Dean grinned. Seamus hummed in confirmation, he
seemed unable to do anything more at the moment.
Blaise watched the dark skinned Gryffindor with interest; his attention was
easily diverted from the teen’s dark eyes to the bulge in his jeans.
“Of course I’m expecting a return of the favor.”
“From him or from me?” Blaise inquired. He tilted his head to the side and
pushed his hips upward and smirked as Dean’s eyes fixed on his cock.
“Depends…” Dean muttered.
“Well…” Blaise trailed away as he repeated the movement. All the attention the
Gryffindor was giving his dick was making him excited again. Just a bit more
and he’d be ready for more action. Furthermore he had already decided who he
wanted next. “I think I can repay you the debt. For both of us.”
Dean’s eyes gleamed and hands clenched on the carpeted floor.
“You want it, don’t you?” Bliase bucked his hips – a clear invitation. “Want to
fuck me?”
Dean gulped and moved forward to the other teen.
“Want to push your hard,” he looked at the bulge in Dean’s trousers
assertively. “Big dick into my waiting tight hole, clenching in anticipation of
a rough fucking. Want me to ride you, impale myself on your manhood so deep
it’d hurt, the best kind of pain.” His voice dropped to a seductive growl and
Dean hissed under his breath as he hungrily watched Blaise start caress
himself. He ran his hand down his chest, pinching a nipple and then moving
lover, fingers spread on his abdomen, playing with dark curls there. “And
bounce on your cock until I scream myself hoarse and come with your name on my
lips?
“After that, buried balls deep inside of me you’ll come. Spill all your juices
into my ass with such force I’ll be able to feel the taste of you on my tongue.
Your thick sperm, dripping from my hole for you to lick it clean afterwards.”
“Come here,” Dean growled. Swiftly he grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and rid
himself of it.
With pleasure Blaise followed the command and crawled up to him.
“Now fuck me.”
tbc
This was my first time writing PWP. I'd like to know how good or bad is it, and
if should I post more. Please, review
***** Three *****

Author's notes: PWP, Ron/Harry/Draco
===============================================================================
A/N: I’m still looking for a beta
“So…good.”
A breathy chuckle was the only answer to that statement. Harry added more power
to his thrusts, deciding that if Draco was coherent enough to chuckle it meant
he wasn’t doing the job right. He pulled his cock out of the blond’s hole and
pushed back with force until his balls slammed into Draco’s globes.
“So fucking tight,” he grunted again.
Draco, head thrown back in pleasure, fair hair a drastic contrast to the dark
green carpet, was lying under him, arching from the floor with every thrust
into his lithe body to meet Harry’s member halfway. With his legs encircling
Harry’s thighs and heels of his feet digging into his lover’s ass he impaled
himself on the cock inside of him, getting it deeper each time it returned with
vigor.
“Well,” he managed to say between the moans. “I haven’t had a cock up my arse
for more than two weeks.”
Harry chuckled darkly at that and aligned his thrusts to hit Draco’s prostate.
The blond screamed and for that moment the sounds of their fucking overpowered
any other sound in the room.
“Also I do know how to be a good bottom.” Draco added.
His passage clenched around Harry’s cock, increasing the friction as the
Gryffindor pulled out only to roughly slam back again.
“Aah…” Draco threw his head back and bit on his lip to stop the intense moan.
His hands holding onto Harry’s back, clawed at the other’s skin, leaving the
elongated marks. “Harder.”
“As. You. Wish.” Every word was punctuated with a new roll of Harry’s hips
resulting into a hard thrust. His hands moved over the other’s body, slim but
masculine, running his fingers over Draco’s flat abdomen and then scratching it
to leave angry red marks and then caressing gently again. He moved higher,
pinching one nipple while his mouth descended to lick at the other.
Draco threw his head to the side, a sinful moan making its way out of his
throat. With every thrust Harry hit his prostate, with every lick he stimulated
his body. It was an amazing feeling but he still felt unsatisfied. This they
could have that at any other time, but the night of Slytherin Club was about
fulfilling ones most carnal desires, having more partners than one at the same
time.
Half lidded grey eyes took in the sight of the room. Not far away Blaise Zabini
was fucking Seamus Finnigan with some help from Dean Thomas, further away he
could see the form of Theo writhing one the floor with one of his toys shoved
deeply inside his ass. Just mere steps away he noticed Ronald Weasley, who,
even amidst of an orgy, decided to stay close to his best friend. He was
completely naked, the toned freckled body exposed to anyone who’d want to enjoy
it. He was sitting, facing Draco and Harry, his legs spread and his hand on his
cock sliding up and down, the other palming his balls, rolling them in his
fingers, sneaking further down to slide over the perineum. His face was
flushed, red hair messy and sticking to his forehead in curls. Draco watched
how the muscles of his hands rippled as he accelerated the speed of his
stroking, bringing himself closer to the orgasm. His eyelids drooped from
pleasure he gave himself but he refused to close them, keeping his gaze on the
two in front of him. The gaze was so intense, primitive desire shining through.
For Draco he was like a barbarian, a rude and uncouth, those muscles and the
thick dick in his hand, a bestial creature with primitive desires. Draco knew
what Ron wanted; it was impossible not to with the way he watched Harry’s
manhood disappear inside Draco’s bottom.
“Harry,” Draco called out – a breathy whimper among his moans. “Harry.”
“You close?”
“No…I mean, yes…Ahhh…” His full body spasmed as Harry hit the spot inside him
again and again.
“What?” Harry tore his lips from worshiping Draco’s nipples and looked him in
the face. The Slytherin kissed him, one quick but deep swipe of his tongue and
said:
“Someone seems lonely,” with his eyes only he indicated the direction and Harry
turned his head. Involuntary his hips jerked and he slammed into Draco with
such force the blond was thrown back, his spine was sure to get a carpet burn.
He mewled at the slight pain mixed with his pleasure and whispered into his
lover’s ear. “Invite him in.” He dragged his teeth over the lobe almost biting
down with the next rough penetration. Harry didn’t need to be asked twice.
“Ron.” He rasped and, even though his voice came out hoarse and barely audible,
the red head understood.
He had been waiting for this since the moment they stepped over the threshold
of the Club. He got up to his feet a little unsteadily, one hand still holding
his impressive length and stepped up to them. His hungry eyes followed Harry’s
hips as they pushed his friend’s cock inside and out of the Slytherin.
“Join us.” Draco said, his voice wavered in the middle with another moan but he
finished the sentence. Harry slowed down and waited for Ron’s answer.
“What?” The redhead asked, shock on his face and in his voice, but the hand on
his cock had already resumed stroking.
“Fuck me.” Harry croaked and deliberately slammed into Draco with force. The
blond screamed, momentarily distracted from the Weasley by the pleasure running
through him like electrical wave the source of which was his prostate.
“Fuck me, Ron.” Harry repeated persistently, keeping eye contact with his
friend, when said friend did nothing but stare at them in disbelief.
“Come one, Weasley, I know you want it!” Draco said impatiently. “And Potter
knows. And Potter wants you to. So get on with it!”
“Keep. Quiet.” Harry’s cock forced itself into the tightness of his ass,
successfully rendering him speechless.
“Ron,” the dark haired Gryffindor addressed his friend again. “Just fuck me
already!”
Ron nodded dumbly and walked around them to lower himself to his knees behind
Harry. Still unsure he touched the skin of Harry’s back lightly, caressing both
sides of his waist, then his thighs and stopping on the firm flushed globes of
his ass. Hesitantly, as if scared he’d be pushed away any minute, he spread
them and dipped his thumbs into the crack, running them over the pucker that
clenched at the contact.
“Ron!” Harry hissed, his pleasure intensified at the expectation of
penetration. He pushed his ass back into Ron’s hands as he withdrew from Draco,
but harshly pushed back into his other lover. “I want you. Want…” He managed to
say between pants as the desire enveloped him, leaving full control to his body
not the mind. “Want to feel you inside of me. Your big…thick cock breaching my
hole and pushing inside mercilessly.”
“You sure?” Weasley’s voice sounded lower and by the way his hands gripped
Harry’s ass it was obvious that no matter the answer he might not be able to
deny himself what he wanted anymore.
“Yes,” Harry insisted. Again, he drove back from Draco to offer himself to Ron.
The redhead didn’t hesitate this time, dipping his thumbs into the small hole,
pushing through the tight ring of muscle and moaned as his fingers were
welcomed by the heat of Harry’s insides. “Oh, yes. Fuck me now.”
Ron’s fingers left his hole but returned, wet with saliva to make their
progress inside easier. The redhead hooked his thumbs and pulled in the
opposite directions, stretching the dark haired Gryffindor. Harry moaned loudly
and obscenely and Draco leaned up to swallow those moans, drown them in his own
mouth. The stimulation continued, slow and torturous, until Ron added more
fingers but by that time Harry was too impatient.
“That’s enough. No more fingers.” He muttered. He was completely still, Draco
under him not complaining about the lack of fucking but patiently waiting for
the third party to join them. “Just fuck me. Slam into me with your huge dick.
That’s what I want. Quickly and to the hilt. Come on.”
Ron still seemed indecisive, not wanting to hurt his friend but needing to
finally feel that silky walls around his cock not only his fingers.
“Ron,” Harry wailed. “Just push your cock into my tight virginal ass.”
That was the last straw and the red haired Gryffindor grabbed his hips and
slammed into him roughly, burying himself to the hilt in one thrust. Harry
cried out, pressing his forehead into Draco’s chest. Ron, beyond the point of
return, withdrew his shaft and pushed back in and then again and again, with no
mercy at his friend’s ass.
“Virginal?” Harry heard Draco chuckle in his ear.
“Shut up.”
“Oh, so that time I fucked you into the wall this morning doesn’t count? I bet
you’re still loose from that. Or maybe yesterday on the Quddich pitch also
wasn’t a fuck? Or the time when I…”
Harry silenced him with a kiss, smashing their lips together forcefully.
“I just couldn’t wait any longer. It worked, didn’t it?” He smirked.
“Oh, you’re such a whore-oh-oh…aah.”
“Look who’s talking.”
And then all the talking was forgotten, replaced by unintelligent noises:
Harry’s moans, Draco’s low whimpers and Ron’s groans. The redhead thrust into
Harry, clenching his hips in both hands to drive the teen deeper onto his cock;
his every thrust made Harry jerk forward and slam into Draco with additional
force.
“I won’t last any longer,” Harry confessed, with both his prostate and penis
stimulated like that, he was quickly reaching his peak. “You two are amazing.
Draco, so hot, enveloping me, squeezing and sucking me in so greedily. Ron,
your huge cock…I’ve been wanting to feel it inside of my ass since the moment I
saw it. So thick, pounding so hard, it’s tearing me apart.”
“Such a dirty mouth you have.” Draco teased and clenched his inner walls around
Harry and the dark haired Gryffindor gasped. His lips fell open and he took big
gulps of air, feeling light headed. “Come.”
As if his lover’s command was all that was needed, Harry came, his body
trembled from head to toe as concentrated pleasure ran through his veins. The
muscles of his ass contracted, strengthening the sensation of Ron’s dick moving
inside of him, feelings from every small bump of burning soft skin of redhead’s
member intensified, bringing him to heavens and back as it rubbed his prostate.
His own cock shot spurts of come into Draco’s hole, coating his inner walls
with hot substance. He bit down on Draco’s shoulder to muffle his cries, teeth
tearing into flesh almost drawing blood. When the energy of his orgasm depleted
he collapsed on top of the Slytherin, keeping one hand on the floor in order
not to crash him. He nipped on the skin of the blond’s chest gently, taking big
gulps of air in between kisses to even out his breathing.
“Harry?” Ron asked tentatively. His own breathing was ragged and he resisted
from resuming the thrusting.
Harry made some unintelligent noise, but gathered enough strength to lift
himself from Draco, pulling his cock from Draco’s now wet hole. He pushed back
on Ron’s still hard manhood, taking him inside to the root for one more time
and moving away. Ron took the hint and pulled out, helping Harry to move out of
the way with a hand hooked under his stomach.
“Thanks,” Harry smiled lazily, lying on his side by the two still aroused
teens.
“Now, I’d like to come as well.” Draco announced impatiently.
With both hands he reached for Ron’s cock, lifting his ass to the air, making
his intentions obvious. The red haired Gryffindor took the hint and, driven by
the lust only, breached Malfoy’s loosened hole with the head of his cock. The
progress inside was not as smooth as he expected as Draco’s hole, stretched by
Harry’s cock, was still unready for his size but it was generously lubricated
with Harry’s come.
“Fuck.” Draco sweared when Ron was all the way in and started rocking gently.
The pause, caused by Harry’s orgasm postponed theirs and they started anew,
building a rhythm together and picking it up slowly. The blond’s thighs kept
Ron’s in a firm grip, pulling him in and pushing himself up to meet the thrusts
and align them so that Ron’s tip brushed his sweet spot.
“Harder,” Draco panted. He flexed his hips to accelerate the speed of their
fucking and when Ron pushed into him with unrestrained vigor he clenched his
hands, nails digging into the carpet by his waist. The thought that it was a
Weasley, a person he despised, spreading him wide open and taking him with
brutal force, no contact between them apart from the most amazing friction of a
cock rubbing the passage of his ass so sensitive from the abuse it endeavored
for the evening, only excited Draco. He panted and moaned, opened and closed
his mouth like a fish. “Harder.” It was the only word he knew in his lust
crazed state. Quickly he was reaching the point of bursting again.
Harry watched them with pleasure, sated from his orgasm, feeling like a pervert
because of how much he enjoyed the sight of his lover taking it up his ass from
his best friend. He didn’t care if some might consider it sick, he liked it and
stared with rapt attention at their coupling.
“How does it make you feel?” Draco asked opening his eyes and staring into the
redhead’s. “To fuck me knowing just a moment ago your best friend’s cock was
inside of my ass? To feel his come, still warm, on your cock?” The provocation
was perfect, Weasley’s darkest desire for his best friend drove the teen mad,
causing him to move his hips at a rapid pace, bringing Draco closer to his
orgasm. “And when you come, your seed will mix with his. You’d love that won’t
you?”
“Less talking,” Ron grunted. He was enjoying it more with every second, Malfoy
made a nice complaint bottom and the sight of him, arching and twisting was
incredibly arousing. He pulled back all the way and grabbed Malfoy’s legs under
his knees to push them to his chest and practically bent him in two. The slight
change in position helped him get deeper into the depth of that arse.
“Fuck, that’s good.” Draco breathed out through gritted teeth, unwilling to
admit to liking being fucked by a red haired freckled plebeian. He reached for
his own manhood to stroke it in time with Weasley’s thrusts. “Ahh…”
With a tug at the head and gentle caress of the slit he threw his head back and
spilled into his own hand. His cries were swallowed by Harry’s mouth, sensual
full lips moving over his in a messy open mouthed kiss and insistent tongue
probing into his cavern, licking every surface. Draco sucked that tongue into
his mouth while his hand grabbed Harry’s hair roughly to push their mouths
closer, practically crushing their lips as teeth bumped with a soft clang and
saliva mixed and slid from the corner of his mouth. He broke for air, panting
and sated; his come was smeared all over his belly, quickly cooling off. His
hole was wet again now with Ron’s semen, dripping to the carpet. He let his
legs fall from the awkward position, knees bent and feet flat on the ground.
Ron sat on his haunches between Malfoys spread legs, transfixed, watching the
blond’s loose and red from abuse hole lavishly coated in milky white liquid. He
fell to his hands and knees and licked it, collecting some on his tongue and
savoring in his mouth. He heard the Slytherin’s surprised but pleased gasp and
ignored it, tasting again. It was bitter but he couldn’t bring himself to hate
the taste, this strong musky flavor.
“Are you trying to distinguish which is yours and which is Harry’s?” Malfoy’s
breathless voice asked and he lifted his head from the teen’s pelvis to see the
two watch him with apt attention. He shrugged and licked again, taking more
into his mouth and leaned over the Slytherin’s prone body to Harry, bringing
their mouth together. Harry’s lips opened without hesitation, accepting the
gift and his tongue drove into redhead’s cavern to take all the traces of semen
into his own. Harry swallowed and leaned to press a kiss to Ron’s lips. After
that he fell back in a boneless heap, winced and turned to lie on his stomach
beside Draco.
“Consider me dead for the nearest half an hour,” he announced and nuzzled the
carpet.
Draco chuckled and ran his fingers through the dark messed tresses.
“So Weasley?” He addressed the only coherent person in the five feet radius.
“How was that?”
“Good.” The Gryffindor replied. Draco frowned at the lack of elaboration; he,
as the person who loved dirty talk, couldn’t accept such a poor description of
an amazing sex.
“Are you not satisfied?”
“I am.” Was another short reply. With a grunt Draco lifted his head off the
floor to have a better view of Weasley’s face.
“Ah, I see.” He muttered. “Weasley?”
“Hn?” The Gryffindor’s eyes however didn’t leave Harry’s prone form, the look
in them still as hungry as before he joined them.
“So, how long will it take for you to get it up again?”
“Not long,” he smirked and his eyes met Draco’s.
“Then,” the Slytherin purred, prolonging the vowel, while he reached with one
hand. Weasley took it and he tugged him closer so that their chests were almost
touching. Hot breath washed over his face and he bowed his head, blond hair
falling into his eyes, and he caressed the Gryffindor’s neck with his lips.
“I know what will satisfy you to the full.” He whispered.
“Yeah? What’s that?”
“You wanted to come inside of him, didn’t you?”
The way the redhead’s breath hitched was an answer enough.
“Let’s do it then, shall we?”
“I’m not sure Harry is ready-”
“But you are. Come on.” Draco lifted himself to his knees, more come escaped
from his hole as he took the horizontal position and leaked down his inner
thigh. The sensation wasn’t on the whole unpleasant but the thought that soon
it’d become a sticky mess made him wince.
By the hand holding Weasley’s he tugged the redhead to the side, guiding him to
straddle Harry’s thighs.
“Wha…?” The dark head lifted from the carpet and Harry sent them
uncomprehending gaze over his shoulder.
“Rest, love.” Draco assured him, kissing his forehead. When Harry resumed his
position face down on the floor the Slytherin returned his attention to the
other. He was pleased to notice that the Weasley was already half hard.
“What now?” The redhead asked a little warily.
Smirking Draco reached for Ron’s cock. He stoked it into full hardness,
spreading the still drying come over it mixing with newly produced pre-come,
providing some lubrication.
“Just like that.”
When Ron’s hand covered his at the base of redhead’s cock, gripping around his
slimy fingers and moving up, running thumb over the slit and then back down,
they stroked together and as soon as Ron’s breathing quickened and he started
bucking his hips uncontrollably Draco threw his leg over Harry’s waist,
straddling him as well but facing Ron. He freed his hand from under the
redhead’s and palmed his balls, rolling them and squeezing.
“Are you close?” He asked, his own voice coming breathy as the other’s arousal
excited him.
“Yeah.”
His slim fingers reached behind the Gryffindor’s balls, touching his perineum,
following it with the pad of his middle finger and then going further. Ron
moved a little to allow him better access and Draco’s finger circled his hole
in a delicate caress. Now that was a virginal ass. Ron shuddered, he’d never
been fucked in his life, never experienced another male entering him, other’s
cock exploring the depths of his body and that idea was so impossibly enticing.
Tempting. Draco breached the hole and pushed inside, jus first phalanx, but the
other’s body gave a quiver at the intrusion. Draco pushed till his knuckle was
inside.
“Ah…Shit. Ahhh…” Waesley’s breathing was loud like a pornstar’s, clear with
need to be fully penetrated.
“I’d love to give you what you want.” Draco’s smooth seductive voice purred as
he pulled the finger out and pushed back, finger fucking the man who had just
fucked him and his lover. He loved how the roles could be reversed at any
minute in the Club. You can fuck and you can be fucked, and you can be fucked
while fucking another. “But now’s not the time for that.”
He withdrew his fingers, pleased to hear a small huff of disappointment.
“Stroke yourself till you come.” Draco commanded. With his hands he touched
Harry’s arse cheeks, pressing his palms to the firmness of two round globes and
spread them apart to reveal the hole. It was all red from enduring the assault
of Weasley’s massive cock, probably just the same as Draco’s but without the
lot of come in it. They were slowly moving to change the terrible unfairness of
that.
“I’m almost there.” Weasey warned.
“Just aim right into his anus.” Draco’s hands pressed more firmly into the arse
cheeks, drawing them apart more so that the hole stretched, revealing the
passage behind the ring of muscle. Instinctively Harry lifted his hips and
relaxed his muscles, facilitating their work.
“Coming.” Weasley breathed out with a moan and shuddered, only his hand steady,
holding his penis aiming it at Harry’s ass. The spurts of come hit the bull’s
eye, the flow so strong it got inside the Gryffindor’s hole and coated the
crack in white.
“Ah…” Harry moaned at the unexpected pressure on his over sensitized anus,
however light it might be. Involuntary his cheeks clenched, capturing the
liquid between them with a wet squelching noise. When he relaxed them again Ron
leaned forward to lick at it; Draco had decided at that moment that for one
evening the Weasley had developed quite a wicked fetish.
“Now, I’m absolutely satisfied.” He winked at the Slytherin but his movements
were sluggish and a silly smile played on his lips.
“Good. But don’t think it’d repeat again.” Draco warned.
“That’s fine. I sated my desire for him.” Ron admitted shamelessly. He wanted
Harry, but it was in a strictly carnal way. He had had him.
However his smile turned a notch dreamier at the memory of Draco’s fingers
probing his ass. “I may have developed desire for another thing though…”
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