Viktor Krum moved around the room; a towel slung low on his hips as he tried to find the last of his belongings. He cast his eye over the open suitcase lying on the ottoman and frowned.
"Okay, where are all my jumpers?" His thick Bulgarian accent was still prevalent, even after his years travelling across the world for Quidditch.
Now, with his sports days far behind him, he worked as the Bulgarian Ministry's ambassador and hadn't been home for a long time. Every so often, he'd get a mission that would position him in the UK for a week or so. And he would always make time to see them.
"Seriously, I cannot leave the country without them. I will be cold in Latvia."
Viktor glanced around the room once more, his eyes finally settling on the pair lounging on the luxurious hotel bed. They had nothing on, apart from a woollen jumper each.
He raised his eyebrows. The years had been kind to Ron and Hermione. She was softer now, with more curves that only served to make her more appealing to Krum. A delightful dad bod that was both welcoming and sexy had replaced the muscles Ron used to have when he worked as an Auror. The starts of grey streaked in their hair and more lines decorated their faces than ever before, but for a couple who were well into their forties, they still looked pretty damn good.
Viktor could feel the stirrings as he drank in their appearance, and he stood proudly at the foot of the bed, his towel doing nothing to hide his appreciation of their bodies.
"We thought we might just keep one each." Hermione pulled her long, olive legs up to her chest—the action doing nothing to hide how naked she was under the jumper.
"Yeah, we don't know how long we'll have to wait until we see you again," Ron interjected. "It's just a reminder of you."
Viktor cocked an eyebrow. He had to admit, the jumper on a naked Ron looked a little more ridiculous than sexy. The redhead was too gangly, and the item of clothing far too small on him, but he still wore it with pride. Viktor could tell Ron was having a similar reaction to him about the whole situation.
He checked his watch; he still had time. Viktor pulled his towel off, revealing the part of himself he knew Ron and Hermione both enjoyed the most. He was no fool; he knew they only truly had eyes for each other, that he was just a plaything for them, but Viktor was happy with the arrangement—it gave him something to do after the boring meetings he always had to attend, and they were always willing.
But they still fancied him, and that's all that mattered. They were attentive lovers and made it all about him.
"You can keep the jumpers, but on one condition." He started to crawl onto the bed. "You need to show me just how much you'll miss me when I'm gone."