Author's Note: This chapter and the chapter previous were meant to be one chapter; however, due to my concerns regarding its length, I decided to split up the chapters, this chapter being a "Chapter 9.5, and the one before "Chapter 9"
Anyway, on to the story!
"I still can't believe that Harry made that dive!" Ron was saying fifteen minutes later as they waited outside the Tornado locker room. They were originally going to back to Harry's apartment like they had promised they'd do, but the crowd within the hallway in which the door leading down to the apartments was almost impossible to navigate, with drunken fans of either teams cursing at each other and breaking into very physical battles. So they decided to instead have Cam pretend to be Amelie's boyfriend yet again and be informed by a guard where the Tornado locker room was.
"I know," Cam responded, still looking at the fall in slow-motion, "That was like almost 25 meters in the air; if Tierra hadn't caught him, he probably could have broken his neck." Ron laughed slightly at that.
"Sounds just like him," Ron chuckled, smiling as if he were reminiscing, "Harry had a habit of being hurt at school; attacked by a vengeful Voldemort, bitten by a snake, attacked by dementors, scratched by a dragon, nearly drowning... this would be the least of his worries!" Cam looked at Ron in half amusement, half surprise.
"Is Hogwarts really that dangerous?" Cam asked in partial disbelief. Ron looked at him with a bit of smirk on his features.
"Harry was known for bending the rules a bit," Ron stated simply. Before Ron could clarify, Harry stepped out of the locker room with a red face and a bunch of lipstick on his cheeks, breathing heavily.
"Never ask your female teammates to show their gratitude for winning," Harry warned, taking a few deep breaths, "What are you guys doing here, by the way? I thought you were going to go my apartment with Percy and Stan?"
"We were," admitted Ron, "But we lost them in the crowd, and the crowd sure as hell wasn't going to let us to get to the door." Harry gave a little laughed and looked around, like he expected a bunch of crazy fans to pop out of nowhere. When they didn't come, he looked at Ron.
"I don't think I should be anywhere near a crowd at the current moment," Harry laughed, "I'm either going to be ripped to shreds and sold in auction, or I'm going to lose feeling in my hand from signing autographs. However, I do know a way to get down there without going through there." Harry led Ron and Cam to a door at the end of hallway that led to a hallway that seemed to be completely void of life and light. Before Cam could question what was in there, Harry walked into it, so he and Ron decided to follow him without question. The three walked in complete darkness for a couple of minutes before they finally reached another door that Harry flung open with a bit of a flourish.
"Ta-Da!" Harry said, opening the door in what resembled the inside of a closet. Harry waved his hand and light flooded his eyes; it turns out that they really were in a closet, which was part of a fairly messy bedroom. There was random worn clothing lining the floor, a desk that was covered in old parchment, broken quills, spilled ink jars, and old editions of the Daily Prophet. Pictures of Quidditch teams from around the world covered the walls, their faces looking at Ron and Cam as if the Quidditch players in the pictures knew that Cam and Ron had never been in here before.
"That's pretty handy, Harry," said Ron in appreciation.
"I know, right?" Harry said as he led them out of his room into the living room, "I chose this room because of it. It's so cool because after a long practice, I can literally go straight to my bed and collapse on it." Speaking of collapsing, Harry collapsed on the console, kicking his feet up on the coffee table that was nearby it.
"Help yourselves to anything in the refrigerator," Harry offered, lazily gesturing to the white device in the kitchen, "But if you do so, could you hand me a butterbeer? I need some sort of liquid in my body so bad, it's not even funny." Ron laughed and walked toward the kitchen to get a beverage for himself, Cam in tow behind him. Cam managed to get to the refrigerator before his boyfriend, opening the white appliance and looking inside. He soon found bottles of the sweet amber drink and took three bottles out of the fridge. He turned around, expecting to find his boyfriend directly behind him. Ron, however, was staring with a very confused look at the ground.
"What's wrong?" asked Cam as he walked over to where was standing. He looked down to see what was occupying his boyfriend's attention and was very surprised when he looked down and saw a Quidditch uniform, but it was not one that Harry would wear; it was the maroon and black uniform of the Bulgarian team, complete with a black number 7 sewn on the back. Cam picked it up and walked over to Harry, who didn't seem to notice what was happening.
"Harry, why is this is your apartment?" Harry asked, lifting the uniform up for Harry to see. Harry looked at the uniform and instantly his face became nonplussed.
"What the hell?" Harry asked, standing up and taking the uniform out of Harry's hands, "This a Bulgarian uniform. And number 7? That's the number of a seeker. Why is Viktor Krum's Quidditch uniform in my apartment, or at the very least, why is a uniform that looks like that of Viktor Krum's in my apartment?"
Harry drew his wand from his robes and Cam saw Ron do the same thing from his jeans. Harry led Cam and Ron to a hallway that they hadn't been in prior, a dark hallway that Cam could assume housed maybe a laundry room, a bathroom, and probably a guest bedroom. Harry and Ron lit lights and the end of their wands, the beams of light falling in beams throughout the darkness as they investigated the hallway. The wands didn't light up the entire space, so it was still came as a shock when suddenly Harry tripped on something, causing him to drop his wand and for the light on the end of it to go it. Ron lowered his wand so that the beam cast by it could see where Harry had fallen. Harry sat up and picked up what appeared to be a jacket. When Ron held his wand closer to it, Cam was even more confused.
"That's an Ice Hound's jacket," Cam stated, "The hockey team that I played for. What is a jacket for that doing in an apartment in a Quidditch stadium?"
"Wait a minute," said Ron, walking ahead of them, gesturing for Harry and Cam to follow him, "There's only one Bulgarian and one Ice Hound that we know have any correlation to do with each other." Ron got the end of the hallway where sat a single door. From behind the door, a noise like something had been dropped very quickly made the three of them flinch. Ron and Cam looked to Harry like he could explain the noise that had just occurred.
"That's my steam-room," Harry said, "The heaviest things in there are rocks, and even those can't move on their own." Harry stepped in front of Ron and Cam, and flung open the steam room. It was like a usual sauna: most of the room was wooden, including the seats, the floor, and the fence-like structure around the central fire pit. The room was definitely being used as steam was blocking some of their vision, coming past them into the dark hallway leading up to them. Even though Cam had a slight idea of who would be in there, Cam still received a bit of shock when the steam cleared and what hid behind the steam was revealed.
It was Viktor Krum and Dallas (as Cam expected), making out in their underwear in the sauna.
For a moment, they didn't notice. It felt kinda of awkward to be watching two people make out while they somewhat knew, but the feeling ended quickly when Dallas noticed and broke the kiss. Viktor Krum, although his back was to Ron, Harry, and Cam, seemed to be confused for a second, then he turned around, and Cam finally got a good look at the Bulgarian. He was tall, thinner than Cam had though, with dark hair and darker eyes. He was round shouldered, but still had a nicely toned body with short black hair found across his chest, leading into a treasure trail that disappeared into the boxers that he wore. When he noticed the other three boys standing in the doorway, instead of having an ashamed expression or something similar that Cam would have expected for being found out about breaking into somebody's apartment, he just gave a wide smile and said, "Hello, Harry. It is nice to see you again."
Cam looked at Harry in confusion. "Harry?" he questioned.
"Ron? Cam?" Dallas asked in confusion, just noticing the two boys that were slightly behind Harry, "What are you guys doing here?"
"I could ask you the same question," Harry said, but he didn't sound too mad; in fact, it sounded like he just discovered a friend of his pulled a prank on him. It was Ron's turn to regard Harry with an air of complete and utter discombobulation.
"How do they know your name?" asked Ron. Harry smiled and looked back at Cam and Ron with a little smile on his face.
"The spell I use to hide my appearance isn't permanent," Harry explained, "One night here in the stadium, I had to redo the spell because my hair was shrinking back and getting black. I did it quickly, but I didn't know that Viktor here caught sight of it. I hadn't seen him since the Triwizard Tournament, so we went to my apartment and decided to catch up a little." Harry then turned to the nearly naked Viktor and Dallas that was in his sauna.
"Although that doesn't explain why you two are here in my steam-room," Harry stated.
"Ve wanted to come giff you congratulations in unique vay," Viktor quipped, his Bulgarian accent highly prevelant, "No, Mikey and I vanted to haff... alone time... after the match. I knew that your apartment vould be unoccupied, so I thought ve could do it here. I haff a key from last time I visited." Harry and Cam both laughed, but for entirely different reasons.
"I knew that I should never have left you that key," Harry laughed.
"Mikey?" chortled Cam, his face breaking out in a slight grin.
"Shut up," muttered Dallas, his face reddening slightly while Viktor's arm coming around his shoulder, holding the slightly shorter boy close to him.
"Well then," Harry snickered, "I think we'll just go and leave you two to it. We won't be a bother anymore." Viktor took a quick glance at his boyfriend, having a wordless conversation. After a second, Viktor turned to the three with a wide grin on his face that for some reason Cam found extremely familiar. Viktor smiled and gestured to Dallas and himself.
"Vhy don't you three join us?" Viktor offered in a tone that made it seem like he was offering a pie, "Ve don't mind having more than two, right, Dal?" Dallas grinned and gave a knowing look to Ron and Cam, who gave him equal wide smiles in return. He turned to his boyfriend and shook his head to show his confirmation to Viktor's question. Harry gave a look to Harry and Cam, who shrugged at him (although Cam was wondering if Harry would refuse on the account that he's heard that Harry was straight); however, Harry shrugged his shoulders as well and looked at Dallas and Viktor.
"Why the hell not?" said Harry, looking at the two males in front of him, "At least I won't have to have sex with a thousand different unattractive girls that want to get in my pants." The other four males snickered at that, and Viktor clapped his hands, looking at the three males in front of him.
"I'm glad ve're in agreement," Viktor responded, "However, I feel ve know vhat needs to happen if this is going to happen. And Harry, ve know that you are not Simon Hazler; you may take off spell." Harry, with a large sigh of relief, took the wand in his hand and wave it at his face. There was a brief flash of light and Harry looked just like the one whom Cam had seen in the photos that Ron had; much shorter black hair, a lightning-bolt scar on his forehead, and emerald green eyes that now sparkled naturally, not because of a spell used to hide his identity.
"Great, now I recognize you," Viktor said in contentment, "But the other thing I vas referring to vas removing your clothes." Cam, Ron, and Harry got the message, and took off their clothes so that they stood in the steam-room in the same state of undress as the other two males in front of them. Cam, who had never seen Harry in this state of undress, looked over to Harry. He seemed to be built along a similar way to Krum, who watched them with an eagerness that Cam almost found humorous. Harry, who just taller than Cam, was of a thinner build (which Cam had seen with many seekers on posters Ron had showed him), not to say he wasn't muscular. He, also like Viktor, had black hair on his chest, thickening on a treasure trail that disappeared into Harry's underwear, a pair of black briefs that showed off Harry's bulge prevalently even though Cam was sure that Harry wasn't sexually excited at this current moment. Cam looked over to Ron, who was admiring the four males in front of them with almost a hungry expression that made Cam chuckle a bit, a tent forming in the ginger's boxers.
"Now I see ve are all ready," Viktor remarked, his hand absentmindedly going down to Dallas' crotch and rubbing it softly, causing his boyfriend to moan, "Vhat should ve-?" Viktor stopped his question when he saw Ron's erection poking up against the fabric of his boxers and laughed.
"I think that my decision has been made for me," Viktor chuckled, going over to Ron whose breathing went a little ragged, and Cam remembered Ron's saying that Viktor Krum was the guy that made him realize that he was gay; the thought that this same guy was going to "take care" of his erection was probably a very arousing sounding thing (Cam definitely wasn't complaining about the sight). Viktor arrived over at the ginger, who was definitely sexually excited by the male in practically no clothing in front of. Viktor started by leaning his head down to Ron's nipples, taking one in his mouth and dancing over the bud with his tongue. Ron made a little noise between a growl and a squeak, but it definitely didn't sound like he was complaining with the treatment that Viktor was giving him. Now knowing he had no objections, Viktor continued work on the nipple for another couple of seconds before switching to the other one. On this one, it was obvious that Viktor used the edge of his teeth to tease the nub, making Ron cry out.
Viktor, although he enjoyed teasing Ron in this manner, seemed to want to speed things along a little. Viktor kissed down from nipple-level, down Ron's muscular body and the red happy trail that came up from Ron's boxers until he stopped at the waistband to the simple gray boxers that Ron wore that day. Viktor looked up at him, his face showing that he was not happy that Viktor stopped and definitely wanted the Bulgarian to continue. Viktor smiled at the eagerness splayed across Ron's expression and did indeed continue, but not the way Ron wanted it to go. Instead of freeing Ron's erection from the cage that was the gray fabric of Ron's underwear, Viktor instead put his lips against where he would have seen Ron's member if it weren't for the fact that Ron was wearing the boxers. He slowly kissed in this one spot where the tenting from the excitement that Ron was experiencing most prevalent, making Ron give little gasps at the end of his throat. By the time Viktor pulled away to admire his handiwork, one couldn't tell if the wet spot on the front of the boxers was from Ron or from Viktor.
"Fuck Viktor!" Ron said in a husky voice that made Cam's own member harden slightly, "Just-"
"Какво хочаш Уізлі?" teased Viktor in Bulgarian, using one of his hands to stroke over Ron's member.
"Enough with the bullshit Bulgarian," Ron nearly yelled, "It's no riddle what I want!" This caused Harry, Cam, and Dallas (who Cam though would be a little jealous of his boyfriend with another male; then again, Cam was okay with Ron doing this with Viktor) to laugh, and Viktor gave a little sound of amusement. Viktor definitely knew what Ron wanted him to do, so he decided to stop teasing him and give Ron what he wanted. Viktor hooked his thumbs in the waistband of Ron's boxers and slowly eased the gray fabric off of Ron's groin, letting Ron's cock spring forward and be free of the cloth prison it was in. Viktor stayed back from the penis in front of him, admiring the 7 1/4 inch length surrounded by red hair at the base which stood almost straight up.
"Not bad Veasley," Viktor said, moving his lips forward to place them on the head of Ron's member, causing Ron to hiss at the sudden warmth that appeared on the tip of his cock. Viktor stayed at that place for a moment, teasing Ron's slit with the tip of his tongue before continuing on down Ron. Viktor managed to get about 4 1/2 inches of the member in before he slightly gagged, opting to his use his mouth on what he could get in on and use his hands for the rest. As he bobbed on Ron's cock, he at first used his hand to stroke the remaining 2 1/4 inches; however, he decided that Ron's cock was receiving sufficient attention and he should use his hands for purposes. Viktor's hands went down to cup Ron's balls, moving the orbs around the sack, then to rub the area between Ron's balls and entrance. Apparently Viktor was, at the least, very decent at multitasking because Ron was making almost obscene noises at Viktor's work on his cock.
"Ughh!" Ron moaned, his mind too preoccupied with Viktor's talented tongue and mouth to bother using English, his fingers burying themselves in Viktor's hair. Viktor had been in control at the rate of his ascent and descent on Ron's member prior, but now Ron's hips were jutting forward at odd intervals, forcing him on relaxing his throat so that he wouldn't choke on Ron's thrusts. Viktor's hands found themselves on Ron's cheeks to steady himself as he used his mouth to hum around the dick that he had going in and out of his mouth. He squeezed one of the furry cheeks that he held, causing Ron to cry out (but it seemed like it was only half in pain). This gave Viktor an idea.
Whilst Ron had his focus mainly on thrusting his dick in and out of Viktor's mouth, Viktor moved his hand so that one finger went in between Ron's cheeks to Ron's rosebud. When Ron's wasn't expecting it, Viktor inserted the finger into Ron's entrance. Ron gave a moan of notice, but anybody in the room could tell you that this wasn't a pained one. Viktor noticed this and decided to continue slowly inserting and re-inserting the finger in and out of Ron in time with the descent of his mouth on Ron. Suddenly, Ron gave a particularly loud moan after Viktor's finger had brushed up against his prostate. Viktor decided to continuously rub his finger on this sensitive spot that was making Ron's thrusts increase. When it was blatant that Ron wouldn't last much longer with the simulation that he was receiving, Viktor quickly took his mouth off Ron's manhood and looked up with a smile at the disappointment written on his face.
"You look like I killed your owl," remarked Viktor amusedly, "This is not end, belieff me." Viktor look over at Cam, who regarded the Bulgarian with a look of bemusement.
"Come over here, Cam," instructed Viktor, but not in a way that made it feel like he was giving orders. Cam walked over there with a little bit of giddiness at what might happen (he had gotten quite hard listening to Ron receive the pleasure he did from Viktor). Viktor told Cam to go next to his boyfriend and remove his boxers to match Ron. Cam quickly removed his black and gray striped boxers (that along with his skinny jeans he'd been wearing borrowed from Ron), letting his 7 inch erection be free as well. Viktor's eyes passed over the two dicks that stood at attention before him for a few brief moments before slowly taking the head of Cam's shaft in his mouth. Cam's hands almost instantly tangled themselves within Viktor's short black hair as Viktor's tongue wiggled its way in between Cam's head and foreskin. Ron, who was staring at the sight as if he were a lost puppy, went over to his boyfriend and started to make out with him, Cam groaning into his mouth as Viktor bobbed on the brunette's thicker cock.
Ron stopped kissing Cam and moved to his chest, first slowly teasing one of the shorter male's nipples between his teeth like Viktor had been to to him just minutes ago, then slowly kissing across his chest and giving the other the same treatment. At the same time, Viktor removed his mouth so only Cam's tip was still his mouth, using his tone to dance across the head, which could have turned red from the amount of teasing Cam felt that he was receiving. Ron lifted one of Cam's arms to reveal the brown hair that Cam possessed underneath them, burying his face in the indention. Viktor and Harry, who hadn't previously been in a sexual activity involved Ron, looked at Ron's actions in mild surprise, Dallas and Cam (albeit huskily) chuckling at the surprised looks on their faces. Either way, the revelation of Ron's armpit fetish didn't seem to hinder Viktor's execution of the plan he had in his head. He gave a last couple licks to Cam's cock before removing his mouth and looking up to see Cam's face, having the same look that Ron did.
"I svear I von't stop this," Viktor quipped, "I'm starting to think you haff something in Canada about lying Bulgarians." He turned to look at Ron, who had just removed his face from Cam's armpit with his face red due to the look Viktor had given him when Viktor had realized what he was doing. Viktor made a motion like that didn't bother him, and asked Ron a question.
"Dallas tells me you prefer to bottom, да?" Viktor questioned Ron. Ron's face would have turned even more red f that were even possible, but Ron still managed to nod to affirm the Bulgarian's question.
"Very vell then," said Viktor, looking over to Dallas and Harry, who had started to stroke one another's lengths at the sight of the Bulgarian going down on Ron and Cam, "Dallas, could you hand me my vand?" Dallas nodded and went to where Krum's jeans lay, digging in the pocket and pulling out the wand. He gave it to his boyfriend and then stood back to watch curiously with Harry what Viktor would do with it. Viktor then turned back to Ron and Cam.
"Get on your back," Viktor asked Ron. Ron looked at Cam as if he was asking permission to do so. Cam smiled and nodded. Ron slowly did as Viktor asked of him and lay on his back on the wooden floor of the steam room, spreading his legs. Cam's cock, which had slightly softened after the loss of sensation provided by Viktor, instantly re-hardened at the sight of Ron's furry hole being exposed. Viktor got down on his knees between Ron's outstretched legs. He took his wand and muttered something under his breath. Instantly, some lube-like substance appeared in the seeker's other hand. Viktor dipped two fingers into the clear substance and then slowly inserted them into Ron, scissoring the ginger's entrance. Ron groaned as Viktor's fingers found their way to his prostate, dancing over the spot before inching away from it and returning to the mission of stretching. Viktor removed those two fingers and inserted three lubed digits, using them to prepare Ron for what was to come. After Viktor thought that Ron was sufficiently prepared, he stood up slightly to remove his own boxers, dropping them to the ground and flinging them aside; this caused Viktor's member to now be visible.
Viktor was about 7 1/2 inches and rather thick at 2 1/2, just a 1/4 inch longer than Ron was, whose length had hardened to full mast; Cam could note that even from his slightly skewed angle from which he was viewing this, he could see that Viktor had a cock which definitely had a left curve to it. Viktor used the rest of the lube to moisten his member, then aligned the head with Ron's entrance. He gave Ron a questioning look, who nodded. Krum gripped Ron's hips and slowly eased himself into Ron, going slowly to avoid Ron's discomfort. Viktor managed to get about 5 inches in before Ron adopted a slightly uncomfortable expression. Viktor stopped his insertion, one of his hand flying to slowly stroke the ginger's length that had gone slightly soft. Soon Ron gave Viktor the okay to move. Viktor did so, inserting himself fully within Ron. Viktor gave Ron a minute to get used to the feeling of Viktor being seated fully inside him, then looked at Ron's face.
"Are you ready?" Viktor asked. Ron grinned and nodded. It was then Viktor's turn to give a mischievous grin as he gripped Ron's hips. He slowly removed his member from within Ron until only his head remained inside him and kept it there for a few moments. Then his grinned widened a bit when he suddenly slammed his entire rod within him. Ron, who would have been made at him if it weren't for the fact that particular thrust had hit his prostate dead on, looked at Viktor with a half amused and half angry expression.
"What was that for, arsehole?" Ron asked. Viktor gave Ron a childish look of playfulness.
"To be fair, I asked if you were ready," Viktor jested. After this he started a more even, yet still fairly fast, rhythm his balls clapping softly against Ron's cheeks as he did so. Ron groaned and tried to put his hand on his own member to stroke himself to the hot sight of the Bulgarian drilling into him, but Victor simply slapped his hand away and started to pump Ron himself. Victor then seemed to remember something and let go of Ron's cock, raising his arms and putting them behind his head like he was going to do a sit-up; Cam realized it was so that Viktor could tease Ron with the image of the black hair that grew under his arms.
"Fuck..." moaned Ron, Viktor slowly becoming more accurate and quicker with his thrusting. Viktor's hand again dropped to Ron's hips, driving himself with a slight bit of more force against Ron's sweet spot. Ron's moans were becoming more and more lewd the faster that Viktor went, which made Cam, who was watching from behind Ron, extremely aroused. Viktor, as he rolled his hips into Ron, looked up and saw the brunette's hand slowly moving up and down on his shaft. Viktor looked like he was thinking of something for a second, then spoke to Cam.
"Dallas tells me you like to top?" Viktor asked Cam. Cam confusedly nodded as steadily as he could with the hot sight in front of him. Viktor stopped his thrusting to Ron's complaint. He gestured for Cam to come over to him with a casual wave.
"You like to top, yes?" Viktor repeated. Then Cam understood exactly what Viktor wanted him to do. Cam walked over and went behind the Bulgarian who was currently seated within Ron. Cam, who had been facing Viktor's front the entire time, now could view the Bulgarian's backside. Quidditch did Viktor wonders; his butt, although smaller than Ron's, was definitely just as firm. Black hair was found on the cheeks, thickening the nearer it was by Viktor's crack. Viktor reached for his wand which he had set aside and handed it to Cam. When Cam didn't do the lube spell, he looked behind to Cam with an expression of dumbfoundedness. This quickly ended when he remembered that Cam wasn't a wizard.
"Sorry," Viktor grinned, "I keep forgetting you cannot perform magic." Cam stretched out his hand, which Viktor pointed his wand at and muttered the lube spell. The clear, cool liquid soon appeared in Cam's hand, waiting to be used. Viktor slightly adjusted his stance, spreading out his legs slightly more to give Cam some room. He began to slowly thrust into Ron again, which Ron was definitely not objecting to. As Viktor did this, Cam slowly coated one finger in the lub and pushed it into Viktor. Viktor made a sexy noise deep in his throat, not one of pain, however. Cam slowly wiggled this finger around to prepare Viktor, almost panicking when his finger passed over Viktor's prostate, and he thrusted forward quickly with a moan, hitting Ron's. Soon afterwards, Cam had three fingers sliding in and out of Viktor without much resistance. Cam would push them in and slowly rub over the walnut-sized bump that would drive Viktor forward into Ron even harder than he was. Viktor looked back at Cam, his face red and sweaty due to Cam's ministrations.
"I'm ready, Cam," Viktor stated, his voice a low, husky, and winded voice that left Cam with no shadow of a doubt that he could continue. Cam used the rest of the lube that he had on his hand to lubricate his dick. Then he dropped his hands to Viktor's hips and positioned the head right in front of Viktor's entrance. Slowly, he pressed his head into the black haired male in front of him; when Viktor gave no moans of protest, Cam kept going with the insertion. Viktor must have had a fairly decent pain tolerance because Cam was able to bury himself to the hilt with no signs of pain from Viktor at all; still, Cam gave Viktor some time to adjust to the intrusion before he decided that he would do anything more.
It was a hot sight to behold; Cam thrusting into the taller Bulgarian, and the inertia from that thrusts caused Viktor to go into Ron, who was groaning heavily from both the physical simulation of his prostate, and the mental one of Cam's face screwing up in pleasure as Viktor's walls clamped down on his length. The sounds of the slapping flesh slowly filled the room as Cam (and thereby Viktor) increase his pace, his dick almost a blur as he went in and out. Viktor lowered his chest to Ron's to provide a better angle for Cam to hit his prostate and himself to still be able to thrust into Ron. He saw the look on Ron's aroused face when he moved his arms a bit; remembering Ron's fetish, he lifted his arm and gave Ron access to the furry indentation. He was surprised to note that it wasn't such an odd feeling having Ron pressing his face into a part of his body that he never really paid attention to. If the three boys in the middle of the room had looked slightly to their right, they would have been able to see Harry on his knees as he orally pleasured Dallas' cock while the other boy sat on one of the benches in the steam room, his head thrown back in pleasure.
"Заеби!" moaned Viktor after one thrust of Cam's hit his prostate dead on, Ron feeling the same thing as he made his own accurate thrust. It was obvious that neither of them was going to last much longer. Ron, who had been on the brink of blowing for the longest time of anybody in the room, was the first to loose his load, coating Viktor's chest in a surprising 10 spurts from his cock. Viktor, feeling Ron's orgasm with his cock and Cam's thrust on his sweet spot, wasn't far behind. He shot his load into Ron just moments before Cam did the same into him. For a moment none of the three males moved, staying silent in one place while they recovered their energy. This blissful silence was almost hilariously broken by a particularly loud groan from Dallas came through the room. Cam then decided to allow the other two boys to stand, seeing as he was inadvertently keeping them on the ground. Cam slowly slid his length out of Viktor, and Viktor did the same to Ron, getting up and stretching his muscles that had cramped a little at the position he had been keeping himself in. He then saw the blissful face of his boyfriend as Harry serviced his dick and gave a little smile.
"I vill join that in a second," Viktor remarked, taking breaths as he came down from his explosive orgasm. Cam didn't respond, just staring at the sight in front of him. Despite the fact that he had just came himself, he felt his dick hardening yet again at the hot sight in front of him. Harry gave a last few licks to Dallas' length before taking his mouth on. Apparently the two didn't realize that the other three had experienced their first orgasms and now had them as the center of attention because their faces showed surprise when they both happened to turn around.
"Yes we we're watching, it's hot!" stated Ron, breaking the silence like only the ginger could. That seemed lighten the mood for a second, then the sexual tension that had been present returned in full force. Viktor's eyes instantly went to the rod of his boyfriend, dripping some from Harry's saliva, some from the precum from the great attention that it had been receiving. The Bulgarian walked over there and sat next to his boyfriend, one of his hands instantly dropping to stroke the black male to his left gently and kissing him while he did so. Dallas groaned as Viktor's other hand that wasn't wrapped around his length found its way to his nipples, pinching the cocoa nubs just enough to get a little reaction out of Dallas.
"Dallas didn't moan when I was with him," Harry remarked with a smirk, "Even when I had his dick in my mouth."
"Straight guys are a little less talented with blow-jobs," Cam dead-panned, "Maybe you should take notes; Viktor does seem to be doing a pretty decent job."
"Apparently Dallas isn't the only one who thinks so," stated Harry with a snort, jerking his thumb over to Cam's boyfriend. Ron, who had just had a very explosive orgasm, was jerking his now hard again dick with one hand as he watched Viktor and Dallas make out again, the two males rubbing their erections together in almost an obscene way. When Viktor turned his back to the other three males as he moved in a way that was less stress on his back, it revealed Viktor's ass, which was leaking a bit of Cam's cum. Cam was thoroughly amused by the look on Ron's face as he survey this with a look that Cam could only explain as a sexual hunger, but it seemed like the red-haired male was almost waiting for permission to act upon it. Cam walked over behind Ron, putting a hand on Ron's shoulder.
"Go get 'em tiger," Cam whispered into Ron's ear, smacking Ron's ass playfully. Ron looked at Cam like the brunette has lost all his marbles, but Cam merely shrugged to show his feelings on the matter. Ron took this opportunity to walk over to them, at first standing aside like he had just wanted to get a closer look. However, he walked over so he was standing directly by the Bulgarian seeker, who had his back turned to him, and placed his hand on Viktor's ass. From a smile that Viktor made to Dallas, he knew exactly who was behind him. Viktor regarded Dallas with a questioning look. Dallas shrugged.
"As long as I get off," Dallas answered throatily. Harry, who had been watching with a bit of interest, looked at Cam with a bit of a shrug.
"And then there were two," he remarked. Cam nodded, walking over to Harry. For a moment, Cam didn't do anything because although he had seen Harry giving Dallas a blow job just mere moments before, he wasn't quite sure how much a straight guy was comfortable with. Harry got the message from Cam's slightly hesitant face and gave one quick look over to Ron, who had captured Viktor's lips with a dominant nature that was making Cam's cock rise a little more than it already was. Then he looked back at Cam, his view dropping slightly to Cam's hardened rod.
"I hear you like to top," stated Harry, "I'm game, if you want."
"Are you sure?" Cam inquired, a little surprised and confused at what Harry was implying, "I mean, you don't have to." Harry gave another little shrug.
"I've done it before," Harry stated simply, "I don't mind." Cam looked at Harry as if he expected Harry to change his mind all of a sudden. When the black-haired male didn't retract his offer, Cam stood in front of him, not sure if Harry wanted to get to the main event or something else. Harry answered Cam's nonverbal cue by grinning and stepping near the brunette in front of him.
"I'm going to prove that straight guys can give good blow jobs," Harry teased, getting down on his knees in front of Cam. Harry was quick to put his lips on the head of Cam's cock, swirling the moist tip of his tongue over the sensitive flesh. Cam hissed softly, digging his hands in Harry's hair and holding the black locks as his cock that was still sensitive from his then current orgasm had Harry's tongue going over it. Cam, trying to keep himself calm so that he wouldn't orgasm too soon from this, looked over to where his boyfriend had gone to join Viktor and Dallas... and join the ginger had. Ron sat behind Viktor (who was on his hands and knees giving an apparently very talented blow job to a seated Dallas), using the lube spell coat a few fingers in the slick, clear liquid. Just as Ron inserted his first finger into Viktor, Cam felt Harry sink his mouth low on his cock, so low in fact that the head of his cock was now being massaged by the muscles in the back of Harry's throat.
"Crap, Harry," Cam muttered, his hips shifting forward of their own accord, making Cam's balls hit Cam in the chin. Harry relaxed his throat to accompany Cam's member for a couple more seconds, then removed his mouth from it. Cam gave Harry a look like he wanted to slap the seeker, but Harry didn't seem to mind. He moved his mouth to Cam's balls, taking the sack into his mouth, gently sucking on the round organs. Cam gave a little moan of approval as Harry did this quite well for someone who wasn't attracted to men; Cam remember Tori attempting this in the one time that they hooked up, and she had practically tried to crunch them between her teeth (besides being gay, that was the other reason that Cam had never wanted to be sexual with her again). Harry slowly let Cam's balls out of his mouth, moving his mouth to Cam's perineum, teasing the brunette-haired extent of flesh with his tongue while he used a hand to stroke Cam.
"Fuck!" Cam gasped at the same time Dallas did across the room. For Cam, it was because Harry had quickly moved his mouth back to his cock, switching to focusing on his head with his tongue swirling around the tip, going in the area between it and his foreskin. For Dallas, it was because Viktor had inserted a finger in him to massage his prostate while the Bulgarian's mouth kept going and up down on the rod (Cam knew that he loved it when Ron did that to him). It was amazing that Viktor could focus on doing this as Ron was thrusting into him with almost a fury, Ron's hand wrapped around his cock. Before Cam could become too engrossed with the sight in front of him, Harry removed his mouth from Cam's cock yet again. Cam looked down to give Harry a very displeased look. Harry shrugged up to him.
"I thought that you wanted to move this along," Harry laughed, "I guess I definitely proved that I can give good head." Cam would've agreed with the black haired male if he hadn't been left feeling sexually frustrated by the stopping of the blow job. Harry gave Cam a look of thought, then turned around to grab his wand.
"Any position that you prefer?" Harry questioned as he reached his wand and turned to face Cam, to which Cam shook his head. Harry nodded and then pulled down his boxers, being the only male with any sort of clothing in the room, to reveal his rod that was just as erect as Ron was. Harry was in possession of a 7 3/4 inch cock, longer than that of Ron, Cam, and Viktor, but definitely thinner than the aforementioned, with a bush of black pubes surrounding the base. When Harry turned around to throw his boxers to the side as to keep them out of the way, Cam saw that Harry had a butt that was similar to Vikor's; however, instead of being the mounds of pure muscle that Viktor's were, it seemed to be the place where all the fat on Harry's fairly slim frame came to rest, not to say it was saggy or in anyway not still a fairly impressive butt in any form.
"Yeah, I've been told it's pretty nice," Harry joked when he noticed where Cam's eyes had been, "Mostly by females, but still." Harry, having been given the choice of the position, chose to lay on his back, leaving him to recline on one arm. Cam got down on his knees between the black-haired male's legs, looking up into the green eyes that watched him expectantly for a couple of moments before adopting a look of realization. Harry got his wand that he had been holding and pointed it at Cam's hand, muttering the lubrication spell that Viktor had used. When the liquid appeared in Cam's hand, he laid his head back, knowing what would happen next. Cam looked from Harry's entrance to the liquid in his hand, back to Harry. Cam then got an idea, a sneaky smirk spreading across his features. He made an act of dipping one finger in the lube, making sure Harry heard the sound. Then he moved closer to Harry's entrance, but didn't insert the finger into Harry; he instead grabbed Harry's hips and stuck his tongue into Harry's entrance.
"Oh shit!" Harry muttered underneath his breath; he had told Cam that he had bottomed before, but Cam was very sure that the black-haired male was on the receiving end of his very first rimjob. Cam circled Harry's entrance with little teasing strokes of the tip of his tongue, then removing it and licking a line from underneath Harry's balls back across the sensitive area. By the time that Cam had returned to place a teasing tip of his tongue into Harry, he was pratically groaning in the back of his throat (Cam noted Dallas was doing the same as he was red-faced trying not to come from Viktor's talented tongue and finger). Cam gave one last little lick before removing his tongue, which made a very disappointing Harry raising his head to almost pout at Cam. Cam gave Harry a sly grin not unlike the one that Harry had given him when he had stopped blowing Cam and held out his hand. Harry knew what Cam wanted, and he used the lubrication spell once again. Once his hand again felt the cool, slippery weight of the lubricant, Cam once again dipped a finger into the substance and stuck it slowly into Harry. Harry gave a little moan, but it didn't sound it pained him all too much. Cam took to putting his mouth on Harry's thin member the best he could as he could (he didn't want to waste the lube he held in the hand that wasn't fingering Harry) while his other finger swirled around within Harry, searching for the spot that would make Harry see stars. When Harry swore and bucked his hips forward, driving his cock near the back of Cam's throat, Cam knew that Harry's prostate had been found.
"Merlin's fucking beard," Harry swore as Cam Incorporated another finger into him, instantly finding his prostate yet again while stretching him. Cam hummed around Harry's length as he slowly inserted and removed his talented fingers from Harry's entrance. Every time he felt his prostate even slightly brushed, almost obscene moans would spill from the male who the whole Toronto Quidditch team thanked as Simon Hazler. By the time Cam was at three fingers, it was obvious that Harry wouldn't last much longer at the rate this encounter was going; his face was flushed and sweaty, the tip of his circumsised cock was nearly as red as a stop sign, and his balls were drawing up from their previous position of hitting Cam in the chin. Cam took that as a sign to stop. Harry would've complained profusely to the brunette if he hadn't known that Cam was going to do that, but he did, so he used the spell (that Cam could now hear the incantation to: utilisaqua) once more. Cam rubbed the liquid on his cock, resolving to ask if he could use the spell himself if he had one of Fred and George's limited-use wands, using what he didn't rub on his member to rub near Harry's entrance. Cam stared Harry in the eyes to see if Harry would back out of this. When no such sign of refusal was given, Cam gripped Harry hips and aimed the tip of his rod at Harry's entrance.
Slowly, he sheathed himself in the green-eyed male, listening for any signs of discomfort. Just as he got about half of himself inside, Harry gave a little noise, so Cam decided to stop for a brief second, rubbing Harry's chest in little circles, occasionally giving a couple of lazy strokes to his cock that had gone partially soft. When Harry was no longer tensed from pain, Cam pushed one ahead, being able to fully have himself inside of the other male. Waiting for Harry to adjust, Cam looked over to the other there. Ron had changed positions with Viktor, now having the Bulgarian riding his cock while he had his face buried in the armpits that he had been obsessed with earlier. In front of Viktor, who was going up and down on Ron's length, was Dallas; Dallas had since stopped being serviced by his boyfriend, now apparently returning the favor as best as he could with Viktor's cock flopping when he would impale himself on Ron's cock. Cam was broken from this sight when he felt that Harry had relaxed around him. Harry looked up at Cam with almost a cocky smile, as I'd he hadn't been in slight pain from the intrusion just a minute before.
"Told you I've done this before," stated Harry. Cam returned the expression Harry wore, gripping Harry's hips. He slowly de-impaled Harry, then suddenly rammed himself fully in, catching Harry off guard.
"Arsehole!" Harry yelled, but he didn't sound remotely mad to Cam. Cam settled for a steady rhythm, his balls clapping softly against Harry's cheeks as he did so. He leaned his upper body closer to that of Harry's. Harry groaned as he felt his cock slipping and sliding off of Cam's abdomen that was growing increasingly sweaty, not to mention Cam's accurate thrusts that were hitting his prostate. As Cam's chest got closer to his own, Harry lifted a hand and slowly took one of Cam's nipples in between two fingers, pinching it slightly.
"Ron tells me you like having your nipples played with," Harry whispered to Cam. Cam couldn't disagree with that when one of Harry's squeezes bordered on a painful one, sending a little shudder a pleasure that went down Cam's spine, causing a few of Cam's thrusts to go a little faster than he had wanted at first. However, Cam was able to regain his rhythm fairly quickly, enjoying the way that Harry's ring of muscle clamped down almost like a vice-grip, providing friction that Cam was definitely not mad about. Combined with Harry's combination of squeezing and gently rubbing Cam's nipples, Harry was actually very decent for someone who wasn't even attracted to the same sex.
Just as Cam was beginning to speed up the pace that he had been going at, Ron and Viktor were at the end of theirs. Ron gave a guttural moan and gave a few more thrusts upwards before his balls tightened and his seed sprayed from the end of his cock into Viktor. Viktor, who was sweaty from the continued effort of going up and down on Ron's length, moan quietly under his breath and lost his load as well, spraying the white liquid across his chest. Dallas, who had been stroking his cock at the sight, did the same action in a matter of about 30 seconds. As the three were slightly recovering from their orgasms, they looked over at the sight of Harry and Cam, which they had been partially ignoring the whole time. Cam now was going significantly faster than the pace that he had set in the beginning; he was going so fast, in fact, that he didn't even mind how Harry's ankles were digging into his back, trying to keep Cam's length within him as Cam's thrusts were now even more accurate than they were at the beginning (Ron had informed him at one point that Cam was extremely accurate in this matter, and it wasn't until now he had any need for that information).
While the two males continued, Ron went over behind his boyfriend, who was grunting in an obscene manner. Ron put his hands on Cam's firm ass that he often admired when he showered with the brunette. Cam's ass wasn't as round as his own, but Ron would have found a bubble butt on Cam's body type a bit disproportional. Cam, also like Ron but to a lesser extent, had hair in that part of his body, Cam's being brunette to match the hair found on his head and around his cock that was going in and out of Harry. Ron spread apart Cam's cheeks to reveal Cam's entrance. When Cam least expected it, Cam felt Ron's warm, wet tongue pass over his entrance. This caused him to buck forward into Harry, hitting the black haired male's prostate in almost a rough manner, then pushing his hips backwards to keep Ron's tongue over that sensitive area of his body. Preferring to bottom, Ron knew what he liked in a rim job and he was applying those things to the one that he was giving his boyfriend: swirling his tongue across the entrance, kissing and even lightly nipping the firm mounds of flesh that sat on Cam's hips, burying his tongue as far as he could into Cam's entrance and wiggling his tongue around. Combined with the stimulation he was receiving from his cock, Cam was definitely on the edge of having his second orgasm of that night; he could also sense that Harry was not that far behind him. Cam's fate, however, was sealed when Ron slid a lubed finger (he must have performed the lubrication spell complete non-verbally when Cam wasn't paying attention) into his entrance. Ron, from times he had done this with Cam while servicing the brunette with his mouth, pressed his finger against Cam's prostate. Cam could only give a few sloppy thrusts forward before his balls tightened and orgasmed into Harry, pulling out and having some of his seed leak out. Harry's used his hand to give a few pumps to his cock that was near a red color, coming himself after a few seconds; white liquid flew from Harry's cock onto his chest to match Viktor.
After Cam and Harry's respective ends, the steam room was silent except for the heavy of the five males that had been using it quite not for its intended use. After a couple of minutes, Viktor got up from his position, stretching due to an uncomfortable position that he had collapsed into after his explosive second orgasm.
"That is only way to celebrate a World Cup!" remarked Viktor with a smile. The other four males muttered their agreement; however, there wasn't much chance for any more conversation before the knob on the door to the sauna jiggled like somebody was desperate to get into it for a few seconds before it swung open; somebody definitely was trying to enter the room, and it was Hermione. She was dressed in a red t-shirt with plaid pyjama pants that Cam had often seen her wearing when she was working while Cam and Ron hung out at their house. By the state of her frizzy hair standing off in odd directions from her head and the frightened look in her eyes, it honestly looked like she had ran here.
"Hermione, what in the hell are you doing here?" Ron asked, not even bothering to cover himself while the rest of them covered their crotches with the nearest piece of clothing that they could find, whether it was theirs or not.
"For fuck's sake, can you horny bastards keep your clothes on for more than five minutes?" Hermione yelled, averting her eyes, "Ron, get your bloody clothes on, we need to go."
"What are you on about?" asked Ron, quickly pulling on his pants and throwing Cam's his. Hermione didn't answer, simply pulling on Ron's arm when he and Cam were finally clothed. She led them out of Harry's apartment, up the staircase that led to the apartments into the main part of the stadium, which only had a couple of people in it, which was in direct contrast to the near 50,000 people that were found there a mere 2 hours ago. When Hermione arrived when Ron and Cam in tow outside the entrance the stadium, Ron and Cam could see multiple lights from the field of tents outside the stadium, fireworks, music, and loud yells of celebration being perfectly audible, even from this distance, although Hermione seemed like she didn't want to celebrate anything at this point in time. She grabbed both Ron and Cam's arm and concentrated hard on the spot. Cam felt the increasingly less uncomfortable squeezing feeling of apparation as Hermione did so, appearing in a place that was definitely just as dark and cold, save for one giant source of light in the distance. From some of the buildings, Cam saw that Hermione had apparated them a couple of blocks away from the house that Hermione and Ron shared. When his vision cleared, he felt his mind go almost dead when he saw where the source of light was coming from.
"Why in Merlin's left bollock did we come here, 'Mione?" asked Ron in a high bit of annoyance. Cam tugged on his boyfriend's left sleeve, pointing to where his vision stood transfixed. Ron's complaints were instantly cut off when he saw the sight that made both Cam and Hermione stand in partial horror, partial disbelief.
Ron and Hermione's house was engulfed in almost ghostly green flames, with the symbol of a skull with snakes coming out of it flying high in the air above it.