See disclaimer in Chapter 1. Much as I love them, they aren't mine.


Draco decanted the wine, letting it breathe awhile as he settled into a comfortable chair by the fire to read Gryffin's note. He'd just tucked Cal into bed, and he still had an hour before Gryffin would be logged in to the dating site. He was glad of the time difference – it gave Cal time to settle in, ensuring their chat wouldn't be interrupted.

He slid a finger over the heavy wax seal, smiling at its conspicuous blankness. It must mean that Gryffin was a member of one of the old families – sealing correspondence with wax was something only Lords and Ladies did these days, though they usually used their family crest. He shrugged, running the pad of his finger over the smooth surface of the satiny wax. Gryffin had mentioned he was a Muggle-raised half-blood, but he was obviously familiar with the customs of pureblood society. So Gryffin is the head of a powerful family. That narrows it down, I suppose, Draco thought, his mind flitting through possibilities. Though they were an elite bunch, there were still hundreds of families Gryffin could be from. Draco shrugged, letting his finger break the pristine seal. His lips curved in a smile as the wax broke apart, already looking forward to the missive inside.

His eyes widened in surprise when a nondescript cock ring fell out of the folded parchment, landing on his thigh. He reached for it, stroking the small leather band with his fingers while his eyes scanned Gryffin's now-familiar handwriting.


Sly,

If you've opened this, hopefully that means you've read my email and are willing to forgive me. I'll be waiting for you in the chat room tonight. Remember the embarrassing memory I shared with you? It gave me the most delicious idea.

I admit I've nearly wanked myself raw these past few weeks, imagining our first meeting. I know so little about how you look that my fantasies aren't very fulfilling, but one thing I do know is how marvelous your hand will feel when it finally strokes my aching cock. That's brought me to completion more times than I can count – pretending my own slightly callused palm belongs to you, Sly.

Back to my apology. I thought if I could find a way to show you how much you excite me – both my mind and my body – you'd understand how much I want this to work, and how sorry I am to have jeopardized our fragile relationship. Luckily, I have a business partner – though he's more like a brother to me – who is absolutely brilliant with Charms. He managed a Contages charm that links two objects. The cock ring I'm sure you're madly curious about has a twin – which I'll be wearing this evening. If you want to play, Sly, just wrap it around your cock and tap it with your wand. The incantation is Sensus, but don't use it until we've talked. I'll explain more if you choose to log in tonight.

I'll be waiting.

Gryffin


Draco stared at the letter in his now-trembling hand, the cock ring twined around his fingers.

"Holy shit," he whispered, studying the plain leather band closely.


Harry tapped his foot impatiently, glaring at the clock on his computer screen. Still thirty minutes until it was time to meet Sly. He groaned, stroking his erection through the rough fabric of his denims. He'd been half-hard all afternoon, ever since he'd gotten the charmed cock rings from George. Harry grinned, releasing himself with a sigh. George, he thought fondly, shaking his head. Bless him. Didn't even ask why I wanted something like this, just grabbed a book and started researching the charm. Of course, he had asked Harry if it would be alright for the shop to carry a similar product, since he figured Harry's idea would appeal to more than a few wizards out there.

Harry blew out a breath, stepping into the kitchen. He pulled out a bottle of his favorite Shiraz, decanting it to let it breathe. He figured the wait would be easier with something to drink. He'd felt bold and daring while penning the letter to Sly, but some of that Gryffindor braveness deserted him now. What if he didn't show up? Or worse, what if he showed up but thought Harry was some sort of perverted freak for suggesting the game?

Biting his lip, Harry made his way toward his bedroom. He'd promised to be ready and waiting by 8 p.m., and he thought it best to be naked, allowing unhindered access to his cock. His erection ached, pressing uncomfortably against the stiff fabric that had been its prison all day. He actually moaned as he unzipped the denims, his cock springing free, a shudder of desire and pleasure ripping through him as the cool air hit the fevered skin.

Damn, he thought, teeth gritted, as he wrapped the cock ring tightly around the base, his eyes sliding shut at the sensation. Sly had fucking well better show up.


"I'm sure you know why I'm here," Neville said, his voice measured.

Pansy sighed, tucking her legs up underneath her.

"Figured it out, did you?"

Neville nodded, flopping down onto a chair near the sofa Pansy occupied. He was comfortable in her home – he'd been there dozens of times, though usually he was with either Harry or Draco.

"Is Ollie home?" Nev asked, looking around. He figured the fewer people who knew about this train wreck in the making the better, and he doubted Pansy had shared any information with her husband. Both Draco and Harry had told him about the Unbreakable Vow she'd sworn with them.

"He's out with the team," she said after a moment, her expression reluctant. She clearly didn't want to have this conversation.

Bully for you, Pans, Neville thought brusquely, his mood dark. Neither do I.

"All healed up, then?"

Pansy shook her head, her mouth tight as they made their way through the small talk.

"Not yet, unfortunately. He may have to sit out the beginning of the next season as well. He's devastated, of course, but it looks like Gin might take the opportunity to extend her leave. She's absolutely in love with Freddie, and I think it'll be hard for her to go back to work when the time comes."

Neville nodded, smiling slightly at the mention of Gin and Theo's daughter. He and Daphne had been out to see them the day before, and they made a perfect little family. He could hardly wait for it to be their turn, his stomach flipping at the thought of becoming parents.

"I can't tell you anything, Nev," Pansy said, her eyes darkening as she watched him.

"You can't tell me anything, but you can listen to what I'm going to tell you," he said, snorting when her expression changed from wary to calculating.

"That's a Slytherin way of approaching it, I suppose," she said, leaning forward to encourage him to continue.

"I know Harry and Draco are corresponding through your dating site," he said, settling back on the cushions. "And I know you've sworn a vow to both of them, so I won't press you for more answers than you can give me."

Pansy nodded, her eyes still locked on his.

Neville shook his head as though trying to clear it, blinking as he thought of his friends.

"Do you – do you think it's wise? Letting them correspond like that?"

Pansy paused, waiting to see if the vow would let her answer. "I don't really have a say in it," she said carefully, sighing in relief when no buzz of pain wracked her skull.

"At first glance, I thought it was horrible," Neville continued, laughing softly when Pansy nodded emphatically. "But then I really considered it, and it makes sense. They're perfect for each other."

Pansy's brow furrowed, but she didn't speak, apparently afraid she couldn't without violating the vow.

"No, really. Just think about it, Pans. If they could just get past their rivalry – and if Draco and I could, how could they not? – they'd be great together. They're both strong-willed enough to reign each other in, and they're both capable of a tremendous amount of love and affection. It's something neither had as a child, not really, and you know they both crave it. And Harry really wants children. I think he'd adore Cal."

Pansy's grimace softened as she considered Neville's words, the possibilities becoming clearer. Neville did have a point. If they could get past their schoolboy hatred, which was a big hurdle. McGonagall had suspended the House system for the first few years after the war, forcing all the year-mates to room together instead of separating them out by House. The results had been a tentative truce between the returning seventh-year Slytherins and Gryffindors, which only solidified after they left school. Harry and Draco had never patched things up, though, despite the fact that they now shared a good number of friends.

"It was bad enough when he found out he was writing to –" Pansy broke off, her eyes narrowing as pain wrapped around her skull, a fleeting warning that she was nearing the boundary.

"James Evans, yes," Neville said, realizing Pansy's problem. "It got even worse. When he'd finally reconciled the fact that he'd been writing to his favorite author, he said 'at least it isn't Harry Potter', or some rot like that."

Pansy snickered, her chest shuddering as she tried to hold back more laughter.

"Alright, fine," Neville conceded, grinning as well. "It was funny. But what are we going to do about it? They're getting more and more attached, and it's going to blow up in their faces when they find out."

She frowned, nodding as she thought about the inevitable fall-out when they revealed their identities. She was sure to bear the worst of it, since they would both be aware that she'd known from the beginning. Pansy was sure Draco would find a way to hold that against her, Unbreakable Vow or not. I'll probably be able to salvage my friendship with Harry, though, she thought, biting her lip, already braced for the worst with the notoriously hot-tempered blond, who likely wouldn't be as reasonable as the Gryffindor.

"There's nothing we can do. Or at least, there's nothing I can do," she said, rubbing her temples.

Neville watched her, frowning. He'd realized, of course, that it was up to him. He'd just hoped Pansy would be able to provide some sort of guidance or advice. On one hand, he didn't want his friends to get hurt, which was surely what would happen in the end if they were allowed to meet without any sort of warning. On the other hand, he really did think Harry and Draco could work as a couple, and if he intervened now, they'd never know. He could only hope that they'd become close enough as Sly and Gryffin to eventually get past their aversions to each other.


Draco took another sip of wine, savoring the way it rolled over his tongue as he swallowed. His laptop was open in front of him, waiting for him to log in to the Magical Dating Online site. He glanced at his watch – a few minutes after 9 p.m., which would be a few minutes after 8 p.m. in London. His balls tingled as he envisioned Gryffin waiting, trussed up in a similar cock ring to the one he was currently wearing, worrying if he would show up.

Draco grabbed his wand, reinforcing the Silencing and Locking charms on his study door, and reassuring himself that he'd closed and locked the Floo. This wasn't something he wanted interrupted.

IntrospectiveIntellectual is available for chat.

Draco stroked himself, shuddering as his warm hand closed around his hard cock. His breath hitched when he saw Gryffin's words appear.

MustLoveQuidditch: Private room?

MustLoveQuidditch has left the room.

IntrospectiveIntellectual has left the room.

MustLoveQuidditch: I'm glad you came, Sly.

IntrospectiveIntellectual: I haven't, yet. I assume that's part of your plan?

MustLoveQuidditch: I'm trying to apologize here!

IntrospectiveIntellectual: And I'm trying to skip to the more interesting part of the evening.

IntrospectiveIntellectual: I should be the one to apologize, anyway. I shouldn't have reacted so badly.

MustLoveQuidditch: I'm still sorry. I should have told you earlier – or at least when I sent you the manuscript.

IntrospectiveIntellectual: You're forgiven, then. Are you going to tell me what's going on?

MustLoveQuidditch: A little over eager, are we?

IntrospectiveIntellectual: I've been rock hard since I opened your letter over an hour ago.

MustLoveQuidditch: Poor baby. I've been hard all afternoon, imagining what it would be like if you actually showed up.

IntrospectiveIntellectual: What does the spell do?

MustLoveQuidditch: You're going to have to trust me. Let me know when you're ready, and we can cast it at the same time. Typing will be … difficult.

IntrospectiveIntellectual: I like the sound of that. Should we stay in the chat room?

MustLoveQuidditch: Yeah. We can always talk … after.

IntrospectiveIntellectual: Fuck. Alright, I'm ready. I'm about to say the incantation.

MustLoveQuidditch: Alright, go.


Draco gasped as he felt a hand firmly grasp his cock, his heart racing as an unfamiliar callused palm ghosted over the head.

Shit, he thought, his head hitting the back of the chair as the strokes became faster, more sure. He closed his eyes, remembering the words Gryffin had used in his letter about the cock rings being twins.

Tentatively, Draco grasped his own cock, only slightly surprised when he didn't feel the motion. His hand became a blur as he quickened his strokes, sure Gryffin was feeling the sensations, just as he was feeling Gryffin's hand as though it was moving over his own aching erection.

Sweet mother of Merlin, he thought, a low moan escaping his lips as he felt Gryffin's thumb drag against the plump vein along the underside of his cock, the friction almost more than he could bear. He pressed himself harder against the chair, his arm trembling as he mimicked the motion, hoping Gryffin found it as pleasurable as he did.


Fuck, Harry thought, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he continued to fist his cock, so caught up in the sensation of Sly's strokes that he could barely even groan. He quickened his own strokes, hoping Sly was as close to the edge as he was. If not for the restrictive cock ring, Harry would have come minutes ago.

His balls ached, already far past the need for release. He closed his eyes, biting his lip as he continued his ministrations. He only hoped Sly caught on soon – they would need to remove the cock rings to come, which would end the spell. As much as he wanted to come, he didn't want to end the sweet torture of this bizarre contact with Sly just yet. Soon, his mind screamed, his balls tightening painfully.


Draco was panting, his skin glistening with sweat. The effort of straining toward orgasm was almost too much, and he didn't know how much more he could take. He ran a hand down to his balls, squeezing them gently, hoping Gryffin would be able to feel it. An answering squeeze came in reply, and Draco sighed audibly in relief.

He slid a finger under the cock ring, releasing the clasp. Instantly, the sensation of Gryffin's rough palm against his rock hard cock disappeared. Draco moaned, fisting himself, his hand flying as he quickly sent himself over the edge, Gryffin's name on his lips as he came for what seemed like an eternity.


Oh, shit, yes, Harry thought, releasing the clasp on his cock ring. The odd sensation of his own hand on his cock was immediately noticeable, its slightly rough skin so much different from the softer, firmer grasp Sly had used. He barely had to stroke himself at all before he was coming, black spots bursting behind his eyes as he convulsed with the force of his release.

He sat back heavily, feeling utterly drained. Harry grinned as he realized he'd screamed Sly's name as he came, wondering if the other man had done the same.


MustLoveQuidditch: Fucking hell.

IntrospectiveIntellectual: We'll be doing that again soon.

MustLoveQuidditch: Not too soon. I'm half-dead.

IntrospectiveIntellectual: Don't worry. I barely have the energy to type.

MustLoveQuidditch: That was – interesting.

IntrospectiveIntellectual: That was bloody hot, and more than a little perverted.

MustLoveQuidditch: Too much for you?

IntrospectiveIntellectual: Fuck, no. I'm the one who suggested doing it again, remember?

MustLoveQuidditch: I can't believe we just did that.

IntrospectiveIntellectual: I can't believe we waited this long to do it.

IntrospectiveIntellectual: Didn't you say you got these from a friend? Tell him he has my gratitude.

MustLoveQuidditch: I thanked him in advance – I'll not be sharing details of our little encounter with him.

MustLoveQuidditch: He was already a little too interested as it stands.

IntrospectiveIntellectual: I take it this means you're over your irrational fear of cock rings?

MustLoveQuidditch: No, not really. But I now have a very good incentive to use them.

IntrospectiveIntellectual: True. We'll have to do this again to help you conquer your fear.

IntrospectiveIntellectual: As much as I hate to come and run …

MustLoveQuidditch: Yeah, me too. I'm wiped, and I have an early meeting tomorrow.

IntrospectiveIntellectual: Thanks for the wine … and the wank.

MustLoveQuidditch: Anytime.

IntrospectiveIntellectual has logged out.

MustLoveQuidditch has logged out.

TBC