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Day Nine
December 21st

"Meet us in our room, five minutes."

A silent shiver raced along Ron's spine at the sound of his brother's voice, a whisper against his ear as he cleared his throat before shifting in his seat, his already bulging erection pressed tightly against the course fabric of his jeans as his twin brothers sauntered up the stairs and out of sight.

Celestina Warbeck filled the air, his mother dancing in the light of the fire as his father covered his eyes in mock embarrassment, the rest of the Burrow's occupants busy in their own conversations and glasses of alcohol, the biting wind whistling through the cracks in the windows as Christmas fell heavily upon them, Ron's most anticipated present laying upstairs and in between his two twin brothers.

He swallowed the dry lump in his throat as he snuck up the stairs, side stepping the third step to the top to prevent the loud creaking wood from revealing his presence. He immediately smelled the underlying explosives coming from his brothers' room, the light streaming from beneath the door as he slowly opened it.

The sight caused him to shudder, Fred having already discarded both his and his brother's clothes as they lay on one enlarged twin bed, lounging, waiting…for him.

He gulped as they smiled, George turning over as Fred leaned casually on his arm, their grins sending an involuntary shiver to crawl up and down his already sensitive neck.

"Come, brother," Fred whispered.

"We've been waiting for far too long," George finished as Ron closed the door behind him and securely locked it, his hands already shaking with anticipation.

George knelt on the bed in front of him, his steady hands reaching to unbutton Ron's shirt, his fingertips brushing against the boy's chest as he smiled, looking up at him from beneath his long eyelashes, his eyes glazed and dark with the same thoughts that raced through Ron's mind.

His shirt soon lay pooled at his feet, his chest flushed as Fred gently pushed an eager George away from Ron's pants, his own hands reaching to free him from it's confines. And at the sight of Ron's bare skin beneath, his eyebrows shot right up.

Ron finally smiled as his jeans joined his shirt, and both of his brother's hands grasped at him. He fell between them, their lips already attached to his freckled skin as he moaned, his own hands fisting in red hair as the twins groaned in unison.

Fred's teeth buried in the crook of Ron's neck, causing his back to arch and his fist to pull tighter in George's hair, who then clawed at Fred in response, all of them panting from the painful waiting they had been through for the past year. And when Ron's lips finally met Fred's, the very world around them ceased to exist.

George pulled at his twins hair and reveled in the groan that caressed Ron's mouth, his hands reaching to crawl up George's thigh and grasp between his legs. He gasped abruptly, his hand tugging the hair between his fingers as Ron's hand slid deliciously over his aching skin, causing him to tremble madly between them.

Fred leaned in to kiss George, his bottom lip pulled between his hard, pearly teeth as he groaned, his hand tightening still in the boy's hair, their voices falling into a symphonic moan that caused an involuntary shiver to erupt across Ron's back once more, his hand quickening his light strokes between George's legs.

He cried out, his twins hands cupping his face as he kissed him gently, softly stroking his wounded lips with his tongue as Ron's hand slowed and finally stopped, George whimpering from the absence.

Then, Ron and Fred smiled impishly at each other, their eyes bright with amusement and still glazed with a lust that had been firing for the past year, since their last encounter. He thought them utterly beautiful in that moment, before they both lowered themselves between his legs, and took him into their mouths.

He strangled a groan at the feel of them both around him, their tongues curling around his length as his back arched against the bed, his hands buried in their matching ginger hair as he threatened to scream from the torturous bliss.

Their teeth nipped him tenderly, their tongues dipping into curves and sensitive patches of skin, causing his hips to twitch and his hands to fist painfully in their hair. Fred slowly began to slide him into his velvety warm mouth, George's voice breaking his silent vow as he groaned loudly, the sound resonating madly around them.

Ron moved lower, taking the rather soft flesh into his mouth as he suckled softly, his tongue laving the skin with slow, teasing licks. George moaned continuously, his voice sounding out beautifully into the thick and heavy night around them, strangled and desperate.

His limbs shook as they freed him from their ministrations, licking their lips as Ron kissed Fred, chaste and quick before Fred gathered the boy in his arms, and Ron thrust swiftly into him, George moaned with his twin at the sight, his eyes wide and shining with excitement as his own hands found Ron's hips, and with one thrust, they were buried deeply inside of each other.

George groaned, his voice a cry for relief as Ron rocked between them both, one delicious caress between the three of them as they moaned together, their hands grasping for skin as their hips sought out release, sweat and breath mingling on their pale skin as their eyes found each other, the moment far more intense then any of them had, or could have ever, expected.

And then, together, they came.

Fred screamed as George took his pulsing cock in his hand and thrust it against his palm, Ron having double over between them as he cried out, spilling wonderfully inside of the redhead as George followed shortly thereafter, growling deep within his chest.

Minutes after, they lay in each others arms, Ron settled between the two twins as he smiled happily, warmth flooding his face.

"God, I love the holidays."

"We're not done are we?" George asked, lifting his head from Ron's back as he looked questioningly at his brothers.

"Not in the least," Fred replied, his hands reaching for George's backside as he kneaded the flesh softly, squeezing it with his fingers.

"Good," he whispered before pulling away from Ron and thrusting into Fred, who's eyes fluttered and rolled back, "Because I'm definitely not done with either of you."

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Author's Note: This…well, absolutely fantastic grouping goes to my wonderfully beautiful Mikey, whom I love far too much for my own good. Although I'm still worried about the middle of the sex scene…I really like it, rather a lot. Review!! --Delta