FIC: Seven Year Itch 6/8 NC-17 H/R/Hr
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sparkysparkyTitle: Seven Year Itch
Pairing(s): Ron/Harry, Harry/Hermione, Ron/Hermione, Harry/Ron/Hermione
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sparkysparky
Rating: Definately NC-17
Chapter: 6/8
Warnings: Highly graphic sex, het and slash, threesome, bondage, light D/s, spanking
Summary: Harry and Ron are happy. The sex is great. They've been in a committed, fulfilling relationship for years and see no need to change anything. Until they realize they've fallen into a rut and need something to nudge them out of it. And then Hermione stumbles back into their lives. Fresh out of a painful divorce, she needs some comfort and excitement. When she seeks out her two best friends who she hasn't seen or spoken to in seven years, she gets more than she bargained for. They all do.
Disclaimer: I have to deal with the fact that these characters do not belong to me. *SOB*
Word Count: 2,663(Total: 15,516 words)
Updates: Have been faster than I thought! I should be done with this thing by the first or second week of November! YAY!
Previous Chapters: Memories Seven_Year_Itch
Chapter 6
Harry backed toward the bed, pulling Ron and Hermione with him, while at the same time trying to strip off their clothes without falling. The trio stumbled to the bed and collapsed on the feather soft mattress in a heap of laughter and giggles.
Harry had landed on the bottom with both Ron and Hermione heaped on top of him. Hermione’s breasts were pressed against his chest, her sweat-damped t-shirt clinging to them in ways that sent a fresh wash of blood coursing to his groin. Ron lay on top of her, laughing like he’d been slipped a Weasley Wizard Wheezes’ Laughing Loon Lollipop.
“Well,” breathed Hermione, her lips inches from Harry’s, “I’ve been spending too much time trapped between two gorgeous men. A girl could suffocate this way.”
“Ah.” Harry framed her face in his hands. “But what a way to go.”
Hermione smiled, her eyes locked to Harry’s. “I’ve never told you this, but I love your eyes. Downing in them, not that would be the way to go.”
Ron rolled off Hermione and Harry and settled himself on his side next to them, his head cradled in his hand. “Cut it out, you two. I’ve had too much beer and cold weather to put up with this mushy stuff.”
Hermione tossed Ron a withering look as she sat up to straddle Harry. She ran a finger down Harry’s cheek, traced his throat and explored his pectoral muscle. “So, what was that all about?”
They both stared at her in confusion.
“What was what about?” Ron asked.
“Don’t play dumb. What’s the deal with Hagrid?”
Harry cleared his throat, frowned. “What do you mean? He takes care of the house when we’re away, and wasn’t expecting anyone to be here.”
“No, that’s not what I meant.” She leaned forward, propping her elbows on Harry’s chest. “Why did he check to see if Ron was here, and sound so relieved when you told him yes?”
A tiny knot formed in Harry’s gut. He put his hands around Hermione’s narrow waist, picked her up and set her feet firmly on the floor.
“Hey! What’s wrong?” she grumbled as he stood and walked to the window looking out into the edges of the Forbidden Forest.
“Harry’s a little touchy about this,” said Ron, the laughter in his voice irritating Harry beyond words.
Harry stared out into the darkness, his reflection in the window showing a man deep in thought. “Can you blame me?” he said at last.
“I don’t get it,” Hermione said. “Hagrid was clearly okay with…everything.”
Harry turned around to face them again. “Oh, he’s more than okay with everything. He was over the moon when we told him about us. But he worries constantly that we’re going to suddenly decide to go back to friends or just get tired of each other and take other lovers. You know…start hanging out in men’s washrooms? Dress in drag? Get a disease?”
Hermione groaned.
“It doesn’t help that he caught that time with Terry Boot.”
Harry pressed his forehead against the cool glass of the window. “God, what a night that was.”
Hermione sat up a little straighter. “Were you and Ron together at the time?”
“No!” Harry exclaimed. “We weren’t, and we’ve never had other lovers once we decided to make a go of this relationship.”
“So, why is Hagrid so concerned about the two of you?” Hermione drew her legs up and sat cross-legged on the bed, her breasts straining enticingly against her damp t-shirt. Ron felt something inside him stir, but tamped it down.
Ron grinned. “I think it stems from the time Harry was engaged.”
Harry hung his ehad and groaned. Ron had no sense of discretion or propriety. Count on him to let it all hang out
Harry sensed a presence close by. Hermione traced a finger down his cheek. “Engaged Harry? To a woman?”
“Yes,” he said miserably. “It was a mistake.”
“Don’t hold back, tell me everything.”
“I don’t think—“
“It happened just after you left and he and I slept together for the second time. He’d finally figured out the truth, but was heavy in denial and latched onto the first pair of breasts that ventured along.”
“Merlin, Ron, do know know when to shut up?”
“Not generally,” Ron said cheerfully. “But you know you love me for my candor.”
Harry rolled his eyes.
“It’s okay,” Hermione said, her arms latching firmly around Harry’s waist. “It’s un understandable mistake. We all make them.”
“Maybe. But most of us don’t leave a bride crying at the altar while they run off with the best man.”
She grimaced. “Oh. I see. That’s uh…”
“Very much Daily Prophet front page material.”
“It wasn’t funny,” said Harry. “It was horrible. Ugly. Despicable. I hurt her and embarrassed her, and…”
“And you’re very lucky you still have all your man parts,” Ron laughed. “Those Slytherin girls have awful tempers when they get jilted.”
“Did she throw things?”
“Oh, just a few vases, a couple chairs and a kitchen table. It was all very messy and very Pansy Parkinson.” Now it was Harry who grinned. “But, ironically, not at me.”
It was Ron’s turn to look pained. “She took it out on me. She said it was my fault, claimed I’d brainwashed him, stolen him from her. Blah, blah, blah. To this day she can’t walk past me without sneering.”
“You see her a lot?” asked Hermione, eyebrows raised.
“Too much.” Suddenly Ron launched himself off the bed. “Enough of this shit.” He swaggered over to Harry and breathed in his ear, “I think we have other things to attend to.”
“That’s right,” said Hermione, trailing a finger up Harry’s arm as Ron began to massage his shoulders. “We have some unfinished business.”
Suddenly Harry pushed himself away from the window and distanced himself from the other two. “Right now I just need sleep.”
“But, Harry…” Hermione trailed off in confusion.
“Later,” said Harry, whirling around and stalking off toward the fireplace. “I’ll Floo home and go to bed. You can get Hermione set up in the guest room, right Ron?” And with that he stepped into the floo and called out, “Godric’s Hollow,” and disappeared from sight.
Maybe sleep would cure whatever it was that ailed him. He just knew, at that moment, he didn’t deserve to feel good.
***
Hermione gaped at the empty fireplace. He’d turned down sex because he was too tired? Obviously there was more to it. Had to be.
Ron headed for the fireplace, and motioned for Hermione to step in. She grabbed a pinch of Floo powder and shouted out “Godric’s Hollow” and moments later she was stepping out into a darkened sitting room of Harry and Ron’s house. Ron tumbled out shortly after and brushed himself off.
She whirled on Ron. “What the hell was that? What got into him?”
“My fault,” Ron sighed. “I should know better than to bring up Pansy. He didn’t deal well with her at the time and he still doesn’t.” He walked away and disappeared into the kitchen.
Hermione followed him, leaned against the wall and watched him open the refrigerator and rummage through the drawers.
“Want an apple?”
Hermione glanced over toward the stairs. “Shouldn’t we go after him? Talk to him?” She took the shiny red fruit he offered. “Or something?”
Ron shook his head. “There’s no talking to him when he gets like this. He’s like a tough old steak. He ahs to simmer in his own juices, stew in his own guilt for a while before he’s done. Only then is there a hope in hell of snapping him out of it.” He bit into the apple. “But don’t worry. I know just what to do.”
She bit into her own apple. “You do?”
“Uh-huh?”
“Oh? And what’s that?”
“We’ll let him fall asleep, and then…” He chewed and swallowed, waggled his eyebrows.
“And then what?”
“And then we’ll just have to put him on a plate, stick a fork in him and see if he’s done.”
***
Harry tired to roll over. And then he tried again. He tugged on his left arm, and then on his right, but they seemed leaden. Immovable.
His eyes flickered and he glimpsed glimmering fairy candles, caught a whiff of jasmine and vanilla. He tugged on his hands again, to no avail. And then he felt the pressure on his wrists.
His eyes flew open. “What the hell?”
“Oh,” said Ron, his voice very close to Harry’s ear. “Awake at last.”
“You sleep like the dead, Harry.” It was Hermione. She spoke into his other ear all the while tracing intricate patterns through the hair on his chest. “I was beginning to wonder if you’d ever wake up.”
He turned his head one way and then the other. He was sandwiched between Ron and Hermione, their naked bodies pressed up against either side of him, their hands touching and exploring, tickling and enticing. “What are you two up to?” he asked. And then he noticed that he couldn’t move his legs either. He lifted his head to see and then dropped it back onto the pillow.
“Merlin, Ron. I knew I should never have agreed to the tie thing. You’re like a kid with a new toy, aren’t you?”
“Mm-hmm.” Ron’s hand cruised over Harry’s stomach and brushed down against the hard cock he found. “I’ve always been a fan of new toys. And you wouldn’t let me tie your legs before. This is much more fun.”
Hermione shifted, her breasts grinding against Harry’s side bas she massaged calf muscles with her foot. Her thigh rubbed up and down his leg, nudging his cock and making his entire body throb.
“Let me go,” he breathed, his heart hammering inside his chest. “Take these things off and I’ll cooperate. You can screw me blind, have your way with me.” He smiled the smile that had won him Witch Weekly’s Most Charming Smile award three years running. “Whatever you want. Just let me go.”
“I see what you mean, Ron,” said Hermione. She combed her fingers through Harry’s hair, nibbled lightly on his ear. Her thigh rubbed again over his hard cock. “He not good with submission. Though his body does say otherwise,” she smirked as she pressed more firmly against his penis.
“Submission?” Harry lifted his head and then dropped it back on the pillow when Ron gripped his cock and began to stroke it. He groaned. “Ron? What did you tell her?”
“Just that you always need to be in control, of yourself and the situation around you.” Ron played with Harry’s balls, fingers inching toward his anus. “At the Ministry you order people around all day. Here you handle the money, do all the shopping. You’re Mister Responsible, Mister I-know-what’s-best. You need to loosen up sometimes, love. Let somebody else call the shots for a change.”
“You’re full of it Ron,” Harry said.
Ron sat up and shifted his body so that he sat between Harry’s splayed legs. Harry knew he’d regret buying this damn four-poster bed someday.
“Am I?” asked Ron, grinning mischievously. “I don’t think so.” He leaned down and drew his tongue along the length of Harry’s erection.
Harry squirmed, the urge to sit up and do something was almost overwhelming.
“He’s right, isn’t he?” Hermione ran her fingers over Harry’s lips, stroked his cheek gently. “This is killing you.”
Harry tied to plead with his eyes. “You could unite me.”
She laughed at him with her eyes. “I don’t think so.”
Ron took Harry’s cock into his mouth and Harry felt the sweat pop out on his forehead.
“I’m enjoying this far too much.” Hermione’s eyes followed the movement of Ron’s mouth, and her hand trailed down her stomach to play with her clit. Harry’s eyes followed her movement and more sweat dripped down his face, his breath coming faster now.
“You like watching us,” Ron commented with a sly grin.
She licked her lips and felt an unexplainable rush of excitement rush through her. “Yes, I guess I do.” She grinned, straddled Harry’s chest for a better view of Ron’s actions. Her left hand reached down and traced Ron’s lips where they were stretched tightly around Harry’s cock. She looked over her shoulder at Harry, her eyes smoky with desire. “I want to see Ron fuck you Harry. Will you let us do that?”
Harry’s eyes fell closed and he helplessly nodded his head helplessly. Ron straightened and met Harry’s eyes over Hermione’s shoulder. Ron leaned forward and kissed Hermione firmly on the mouth before reaching into a bedside table and drawing out the lube. He coated three fingers and set to work.
Hermione’s eyes never left Ron’s hands as they gently stretched and prepared Harry’s body for intrusion. Her hand strayed down and rolled Harry’s balls between her fingers.
Harry’s tired to thrust his hips upwards, but the ties were too tightly wound around his ankles to allow for much movement. The combination of Ron’s fingers in his ass and Hermione playing with his balls was exhilarating, intoxicating, the sense of helplessness addint to the mix, sending him to the brink of madness.
“Fuck,” he groaned when Ron gently withdrew his fingers and Hermione stopped playing with his balls. “Will somebody please finish this?”
“What are you asking for, Harry?” Hermione’s tongue flicked over the leaking head of his cock as Ron rubbed gentle on the inside of his thighs. “Say what you mean.”
“I want...” Ron laved his balls and reinserted two fingers into Harry’s ass. Deep.
“You want what?” asked Hermione, turning around so she was able to lean down and trace his lips with her tongue. She sounded like a dream, tasted like midnight, smelled like sex. She reached up and laced her fingers with his immobile ones. “Tell me, Harry. Tell me what you want us to do.”
“Please…” he begged breathlessly. “Please…”
She kissed him hard. Drew away. “Please what? Ask Ron to do what you want him to do.”
“Please, fuck me Ron!”
Ron grinned. “Gladly.” His own cock was hard and heavy with cum, and he quickly slicked it up before thrusting roughly into Harry’s well-stretched ass. He paused once he was buried to his balls, waited for Hermione to turn around before setting a furious pace.
Hermione wrapped her hand around Harry’s leaking cock and matched Ron’s rhythm. The next moment she sheathed herself on Harry’s cock, easily sliding him in her until her clit was pressed against his balls.
Harry tried to arch up against them, but Hermione pressed her hands against his chest, her hand tightening around his cock. “No, Harry, you’re not to move. I won’t let you come if you move.” She locked eyes with Ron, moved in to kiss the redhead deeply. “Harder,” she ordered. “Fuck him harder.”
His body in sync with hers, Ron splayed his fingers across her stomach and quickened his pace. She grasped his hand and urged it lower until he was toying with her clit.
Hermione’s movements accelerated and just when Harry thought he was about to explode, she came. She ground herself against him, each contraction of her orgasm driving him higher until he thrust up with his hips and arched his back in climax. Ron came moments later, spilling his seed deep within Harry’s body.
Harry reared up, felt something snap and a moment later collapsed back on the pillows, dragging Hermione and Ron with him.
They lay there, panting and sated; all three slick with sweat and wet with cum.
“Damn,” Harry groaned. “I ripped the ties, didn’t I?”
“Yep,” grinned Ron. “Tore them clean in two.”
“Those ties cost me a fortune.”
“I’ll buy you some new ones,” laughed Hermione. “Hell, for sex like this, I’ll buy you a dozen.”
Harry kissed her, then Ron. “Make it two dozen, and you’ve got a deal.”
Sneak peek of the next installment:
She turned her attention back to the foyer and was studying the two enormous statues of Quidditch players when she heard Ron exclaim, "For Merlin's sake, give it up! It's none of your business!"
Her curiosity piqued she moved a little closer.
Ron and the woman were so absobed they didn't appear to notice."
"Maybe not, but I can't just sit by and let you use him!" The woman's dark hair was perfectly styled and fell in a straight curtain of black to her shoulders.
"Use him?" asked Ron, his voice laced with outrage. "What the hell does that mean?"
Pairing(s): Ron/Harry, Harry/Hermione, Ron/Hermione, Harry/Ron/Hermione
Author:
sparkysparkyRating: Definately NC-17
Chapter: 6/8
Warnings: Highly graphic sex, het and slash, threesome, bondage, light D/s, spanking
Summary: Harry and Ron are happy. The sex is great. They've been in a committed, fulfilling relationship for years and see no need to change anything. Until they realize they've fallen into a rut and need something to nudge them out of it. And then Hermione stumbles back into their lives. Fresh out of a painful divorce, she needs some comfort and excitement. When she seeks out her two best friends who she hasn't seen or spoken to in seven years, she gets more than she bargained for. They all do.
Disclaimer: I have to deal with the fact that these characters do not belong to me. *SOB*
Word Count: 2,663(Total: 15,516 words)
Updates: Have been faster than I thought! I should be done with this thing by the first or second week of November! YAY!
Previous Chapters: Memories Seven_Year_Itch
Chapter 6
Harry backed toward the bed, pulling Ron and Hermione with him, while at the same time trying to strip off their clothes without falling. The trio stumbled to the bed and collapsed on the feather soft mattress in a heap of laughter and giggles.
Harry had landed on the bottom with both Ron and Hermione heaped on top of him. Hermione’s breasts were pressed against his chest, her sweat-damped t-shirt clinging to them in ways that sent a fresh wash of blood coursing to his groin. Ron lay on top of her, laughing like he’d been slipped a Weasley Wizard Wheezes’ Laughing Loon Lollipop.
“Well,” breathed Hermione, her lips inches from Harry’s, “I’ve been spending too much time trapped between two gorgeous men. A girl could suffocate this way.”
“Ah.” Harry framed her face in his hands. “But what a way to go.”
Hermione smiled, her eyes locked to Harry’s. “I’ve never told you this, but I love your eyes. Downing in them, not that would be the way to go.”
Ron rolled off Hermione and Harry and settled himself on his side next to them, his head cradled in his hand. “Cut it out, you two. I’ve had too much beer and cold weather to put up with this mushy stuff.”
Hermione tossed Ron a withering look as she sat up to straddle Harry. She ran a finger down Harry’s cheek, traced his throat and explored his pectoral muscle. “So, what was that all about?”
They both stared at her in confusion.
“What was what about?” Ron asked.
“Don’t play dumb. What’s the deal with Hagrid?”
Harry cleared his throat, frowned. “What do you mean? He takes care of the house when we’re away, and wasn’t expecting anyone to be here.”
“No, that’s not what I meant.” She leaned forward, propping her elbows on Harry’s chest. “Why did he check to see if Ron was here, and sound so relieved when you told him yes?”
A tiny knot formed in Harry’s gut. He put his hands around Hermione’s narrow waist, picked her up and set her feet firmly on the floor.
“Hey! What’s wrong?” she grumbled as he stood and walked to the window looking out into the edges of the Forbidden Forest.
“Harry’s a little touchy about this,” said Ron, the laughter in his voice irritating Harry beyond words.
Harry stared out into the darkness, his reflection in the window showing a man deep in thought. “Can you blame me?” he said at last.
“I don’t get it,” Hermione said. “Hagrid was clearly okay with…everything.”
Harry turned around to face them again. “Oh, he’s more than okay with everything. He was over the moon when we told him about us. But he worries constantly that we’re going to suddenly decide to go back to friends or just get tired of each other and take other lovers. You know…start hanging out in men’s washrooms? Dress in drag? Get a disease?”
Hermione groaned.
“It doesn’t help that he caught that time with Terry Boot.”
Harry pressed his forehead against the cool glass of the window. “God, what a night that was.”
Hermione sat up a little straighter. “Were you and Ron together at the time?”
“No!” Harry exclaimed. “We weren’t, and we’ve never had other lovers once we decided to make a go of this relationship.”
“So, why is Hagrid so concerned about the two of you?” Hermione drew her legs up and sat cross-legged on the bed, her breasts straining enticingly against her damp t-shirt. Ron felt something inside him stir, but tamped it down.
Ron grinned. “I think it stems from the time Harry was engaged.”
Harry hung his ehad and groaned. Ron had no sense of discretion or propriety. Count on him to let it all hang out
Harry sensed a presence close by. Hermione traced a finger down his cheek. “Engaged Harry? To a woman?”
“Yes,” he said miserably. “It was a mistake.”
“Don’t hold back, tell me everything.”
“I don’t think—“
“It happened just after you left and he and I slept together for the second time. He’d finally figured out the truth, but was heavy in denial and latched onto the first pair of breasts that ventured along.”
“Merlin, Ron, do know know when to shut up?”
“Not generally,” Ron said cheerfully. “But you know you love me for my candor.”
Harry rolled his eyes.
“It’s okay,” Hermione said, her arms latching firmly around Harry’s waist. “It’s un understandable mistake. We all make them.”
“Maybe. But most of us don’t leave a bride crying at the altar while they run off with the best man.”
She grimaced. “Oh. I see. That’s uh…”
“Very much Daily Prophet front page material.”
“It wasn’t funny,” said Harry. “It was horrible. Ugly. Despicable. I hurt her and embarrassed her, and…”
“And you’re very lucky you still have all your man parts,” Ron laughed. “Those Slytherin girls have awful tempers when they get jilted.”
“Did she throw things?”
“Oh, just a few vases, a couple chairs and a kitchen table. It was all very messy and very Pansy Parkinson.” Now it was Harry who grinned. “But, ironically, not at me.”
It was Ron’s turn to look pained. “She took it out on me. She said it was my fault, claimed I’d brainwashed him, stolen him from her. Blah, blah, blah. To this day she can’t walk past me without sneering.”
“You see her a lot?” asked Hermione, eyebrows raised.
“Too much.” Suddenly Ron launched himself off the bed. “Enough of this shit.” He swaggered over to Harry and breathed in his ear, “I think we have other things to attend to.”
“That’s right,” said Hermione, trailing a finger up Harry’s arm as Ron began to massage his shoulders. “We have some unfinished business.”
Suddenly Harry pushed himself away from the window and distanced himself from the other two. “Right now I just need sleep.”
“But, Harry…” Hermione trailed off in confusion.
“Later,” said Harry, whirling around and stalking off toward the fireplace. “I’ll Floo home and go to bed. You can get Hermione set up in the guest room, right Ron?” And with that he stepped into the floo and called out, “Godric’s Hollow,” and disappeared from sight.
Maybe sleep would cure whatever it was that ailed him. He just knew, at that moment, he didn’t deserve to feel good.
Hermione gaped at the empty fireplace. He’d turned down sex because he was too tired? Obviously there was more to it. Had to be.
Ron headed for the fireplace, and motioned for Hermione to step in. She grabbed a pinch of Floo powder and shouted out “Godric’s Hollow” and moments later she was stepping out into a darkened sitting room of Harry and Ron’s house. Ron tumbled out shortly after and brushed himself off.
She whirled on Ron. “What the hell was that? What got into him?”
“My fault,” Ron sighed. “I should know better than to bring up Pansy. He didn’t deal well with her at the time and he still doesn’t.” He walked away and disappeared into the kitchen.
Hermione followed him, leaned against the wall and watched him open the refrigerator and rummage through the drawers.
“Want an apple?”
Hermione glanced over toward the stairs. “Shouldn’t we go after him? Talk to him?” She took the shiny red fruit he offered. “Or something?”
Ron shook his head. “There’s no talking to him when he gets like this. He’s like a tough old steak. He ahs to simmer in his own juices, stew in his own guilt for a while before he’s done. Only then is there a hope in hell of snapping him out of it.” He bit into the apple. “But don’t worry. I know just what to do.”
She bit into her own apple. “You do?”
“Uh-huh?”
“Oh? And what’s that?”
“We’ll let him fall asleep, and then…” He chewed and swallowed, waggled his eyebrows.
“And then what?”
“And then we’ll just have to put him on a plate, stick a fork in him and see if he’s done.”
Harry tired to roll over. And then he tried again. He tugged on his left arm, and then on his right, but they seemed leaden. Immovable.
His eyes flickered and he glimpsed glimmering fairy candles, caught a whiff of jasmine and vanilla. He tugged on his hands again, to no avail. And then he felt the pressure on his wrists.
His eyes flew open. “What the hell?”
“Oh,” said Ron, his voice very close to Harry’s ear. “Awake at last.”
“You sleep like the dead, Harry.” It was Hermione. She spoke into his other ear all the while tracing intricate patterns through the hair on his chest. “I was beginning to wonder if you’d ever wake up.”
He turned his head one way and then the other. He was sandwiched between Ron and Hermione, their naked bodies pressed up against either side of him, their hands touching and exploring, tickling and enticing. “What are you two up to?” he asked. And then he noticed that he couldn’t move his legs either. He lifted his head to see and then dropped it back onto the pillow.
“Merlin, Ron. I knew I should never have agreed to the tie thing. You’re like a kid with a new toy, aren’t you?”
“Mm-hmm.” Ron’s hand cruised over Harry’s stomach and brushed down against the hard cock he found. “I’ve always been a fan of new toys. And you wouldn’t let me tie your legs before. This is much more fun.”
Hermione shifted, her breasts grinding against Harry’s side bas she massaged calf muscles with her foot. Her thigh rubbed up and down his leg, nudging his cock and making his entire body throb.
“Let me go,” he breathed, his heart hammering inside his chest. “Take these things off and I’ll cooperate. You can screw me blind, have your way with me.” He smiled the smile that had won him Witch Weekly’s Most Charming Smile award three years running. “Whatever you want. Just let me go.”
“I see what you mean, Ron,” said Hermione. She combed her fingers through Harry’s hair, nibbled lightly on his ear. Her thigh rubbed again over his hard cock. “He not good with submission. Though his body does say otherwise,” she smirked as she pressed more firmly against his penis.
“Submission?” Harry lifted his head and then dropped it back on the pillow when Ron gripped his cock and began to stroke it. He groaned. “Ron? What did you tell her?”
“Just that you always need to be in control, of yourself and the situation around you.” Ron played with Harry’s balls, fingers inching toward his anus. “At the Ministry you order people around all day. Here you handle the money, do all the shopping. You’re Mister Responsible, Mister I-know-what’s-best. You need to loosen up sometimes, love. Let somebody else call the shots for a change.”
“You’re full of it Ron,” Harry said.
Ron sat up and shifted his body so that he sat between Harry’s splayed legs. Harry knew he’d regret buying this damn four-poster bed someday.
“Am I?” asked Ron, grinning mischievously. “I don’t think so.” He leaned down and drew his tongue along the length of Harry’s erection.
Harry squirmed, the urge to sit up and do something was almost overwhelming.
“He’s right, isn’t he?” Hermione ran her fingers over Harry’s lips, stroked his cheek gently. “This is killing you.”
Harry tied to plead with his eyes. “You could unite me.”
She laughed at him with her eyes. “I don’t think so.”
Ron took Harry’s cock into his mouth and Harry felt the sweat pop out on his forehead.
“I’m enjoying this far too much.” Hermione’s eyes followed the movement of Ron’s mouth, and her hand trailed down her stomach to play with her clit. Harry’s eyes followed her movement and more sweat dripped down his face, his breath coming faster now.
“You like watching us,” Ron commented with a sly grin.
She licked her lips and felt an unexplainable rush of excitement rush through her. “Yes, I guess I do.” She grinned, straddled Harry’s chest for a better view of Ron’s actions. Her left hand reached down and traced Ron’s lips where they were stretched tightly around Harry’s cock. She looked over her shoulder at Harry, her eyes smoky with desire. “I want to see Ron fuck you Harry. Will you let us do that?”
Harry’s eyes fell closed and he helplessly nodded his head helplessly. Ron straightened and met Harry’s eyes over Hermione’s shoulder. Ron leaned forward and kissed Hermione firmly on the mouth before reaching into a bedside table and drawing out the lube. He coated three fingers and set to work.
Hermione’s eyes never left Ron’s hands as they gently stretched and prepared Harry’s body for intrusion. Her hand strayed down and rolled Harry’s balls between her fingers.
Harry’s tired to thrust his hips upwards, but the ties were too tightly wound around his ankles to allow for much movement. The combination of Ron’s fingers in his ass and Hermione playing with his balls was exhilarating, intoxicating, the sense of helplessness addint to the mix, sending him to the brink of madness.
“Fuck,” he groaned when Ron gently withdrew his fingers and Hermione stopped playing with his balls. “Will somebody please finish this?”
“What are you asking for, Harry?” Hermione’s tongue flicked over the leaking head of his cock as Ron rubbed gentle on the inside of his thighs. “Say what you mean.”
“I want...” Ron laved his balls and reinserted two fingers into Harry’s ass. Deep.
“You want what?” asked Hermione, turning around so she was able to lean down and trace his lips with her tongue. She sounded like a dream, tasted like midnight, smelled like sex. She reached up and laced her fingers with his immobile ones. “Tell me, Harry. Tell me what you want us to do.”
“Please…” he begged breathlessly. “Please…”
She kissed him hard. Drew away. “Please what? Ask Ron to do what you want him to do.”
“Please, fuck me Ron!”
Ron grinned. “Gladly.” His own cock was hard and heavy with cum, and he quickly slicked it up before thrusting roughly into Harry’s well-stretched ass. He paused once he was buried to his balls, waited for Hermione to turn around before setting a furious pace.
Hermione wrapped her hand around Harry’s leaking cock and matched Ron’s rhythm. The next moment she sheathed herself on Harry’s cock, easily sliding him in her until her clit was pressed against his balls.
Harry tried to arch up against them, but Hermione pressed her hands against his chest, her hand tightening around his cock. “No, Harry, you’re not to move. I won’t let you come if you move.” She locked eyes with Ron, moved in to kiss the redhead deeply. “Harder,” she ordered. “Fuck him harder.”
His body in sync with hers, Ron splayed his fingers across her stomach and quickened his pace. She grasped his hand and urged it lower until he was toying with her clit.
Hermione’s movements accelerated and just when Harry thought he was about to explode, she came. She ground herself against him, each contraction of her orgasm driving him higher until he thrust up with his hips and arched his back in climax. Ron came moments later, spilling his seed deep within Harry’s body.
Harry reared up, felt something snap and a moment later collapsed back on the pillows, dragging Hermione and Ron with him.
They lay there, panting and sated; all three slick with sweat and wet with cum.
“Damn,” Harry groaned. “I ripped the ties, didn’t I?”
“Yep,” grinned Ron. “Tore them clean in two.”
“Those ties cost me a fortune.”
“I’ll buy you some new ones,” laughed Hermione. “Hell, for sex like this, I’ll buy you a dozen.”
Harry kissed her, then Ron. “Make it two dozen, and you’ve got a deal.”
Sneak peek of the next installment:
She turned her attention back to the foyer and was studying the two enormous statues of Quidditch players when she heard Ron exclaim, "For Merlin's sake, give it up! It's none of your business!"
Her curiosity piqued she moved a little closer.
Ron and the woman were so absobed they didn't appear to notice."
"Maybe not, but I can't just sit by and let you use him!" The woman's dark hair was perfectly styled and fell in a straight curtain of black to her shoulders.
"Use him?" asked Ron, his voice laced with outrage. "What the hell does that mean?"
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Date: 2006-11-03 03:15 am (UTC)