"Dean?"
"No."
"Ernie?"
"Hmm…interesting…"
"That was a joke." Harry tilted his head at Ron, "He's too uptight."
Ron shrugged, looking around the Room of Requirement at the group of students doing various hexes on each other. It was the last DA meeting before the holiday break and he and Harry were lazily supervising. Hermione had had to leave for her ski trip a day early, much to her dismay. Cho was eyeing Harry from a far corner, but Harry hadn't noticed. He was busy with other mental tasks.
"Well you pick someone then," Harry told Ron.
"I don't want to pick anyone," Ron said grumpily, twirling his wand in his hands.
Harry sighed heavily and frowned at him. "You promised," he pointed out, "Just…consider it your Christmas present to me." A pained expression settled on Ron's face. But Harry knew he would break. He always did. Ron was incapable of telling Harry no. He knew this was hard for him, but Ron had promised him.
"Okay…" Ron said slowly, Harry grinned, "What about Seamus?"
"Seamus," Harry repeated, considering, he looked in the direction of Dean and Seamus who were taking turns stunning each other, "Interesting. Alright, then."
"Really?" Ron asked in a tone of surprise. Harry felt irritated when he noticed Ron looking a little too pleased.
"Sure," Harry responded, "Think he'd go for it?"
As if Seamus had sensed them talking about him, he glanced over. Harry smiled at him and Seamus smiled back. Ron frowned.
"Get to it, then," Harry told Ron, "We'll finish up soon."
Obediently, Ron headed toward Dean and Seamus. Harry chuckled under his breath and got back to shouting a few suggestions around the room. He was eager to move on with the night, even if it was somewhat at Ron's expense. But it would be worth it.
Roughly fifteen minutes later, Harry was ending the meeting. Ron was back at his side acting awfully fidgety. Harry couldn't tell if it was from anxiety or excitement. He always got happy when he could fulfill Harry's requests, but he also didn't like to share. Harry didn't like to share, either, but Ron had promised him. Harry may have taken advantage, Ron was always at his weakest when Harry had him pinned down underneath him, kissing his neck, but whenever Ron said 'I promise' even if it was in the middle of a moan, he always followed through.
Ron had been hesitant at the proposal of a threesome. But Harry had fiddled with the idea for a while. It wasn't that Ron wasn't enough, not that at all. Ron worshipped him. Ron was obedient, and could make Harry feel like the only person in the world. But Harry wanted more.
As students began trickling out of the room, Harry glanced over his shoulder. Ron was talking with Seamus in a corner. Harry smiled, he knew Ron was at his peak submissive manipulation. It was something he did with Harry on occasions. The way he had his hands shoved in his pickets, his shoulders raised slightly, a crooked smile on his face as he looked at the floor but his eyes would shift upward, playing coy and shy, but knowing exactly what he was doing. And Seamus was eating it up. Harry knew Seamus thought he was in control, by the way he was leaning against the wall with his arms folded, smiling in a superior way, looking Ron up and down with a hungry look in his eye. But Harry knew. Ron could pull anyone in like this. The only person Ron would really lose control for was Harry.
By the time the last student had left, Harry walked over. Seamus eyed him, amused.
"I didn't know you two shared," he drawled.
"It's a special occasion," Harry replied, "But I'm glad you're interested."
"To dabble with Potter and Weasley?" Seamus said with a laugh, "I'd be stupid not to." He took a few steps towards Ron and grabbed him by the tie, Harry saw Ron swallow deeply, "Rumor has it…you give the best head. Is that true?"
"Let go," Harry growled, his possessiveness was kicking in.
"Well," Seamus said with a laugh, but letting go, "I'm only curious."
Ron looked from Harry to Seamus. Harry hadn't exactly expected Seamus to also be a dominant. And now it seemed there was a power struggle. Harry slipped out of his robe and began unbuttoning his shirt, thinking. Instinctively, Ron stepped forward, usually he helped Harry undress, and Harry had expected him to do this.
"No," Harry told him, swatting Ron's hand away, "Go help him." He nodded toward Seamus.
Ron hesitated, then walked over. As Harry unbuttoned his shirt, he watched Ron slowly slip Seamus's robe off and start to unbutton his shirt. Seamus locked eyes with Harry and smirked. He understood the game now, and Harry could tell he was ready to play.
"I can do that," Seamus said when Ron reached for his belt, "But you have far too many clothes on." He grabbed Ron by the tie and pulled him close, "Why don't you take some off?" He let go of Ron's tie and slipped his fingers under the waist of his pants.
Harry undid his own belt, watching. He could see Ron breathing heavily, as he always got excited at being someone's object. A play thing. And Seamus was smirking in a way that Harry recognized, he himself smirked this way when he made Ron squirm.
"Go ahead," Harry said when Ron glanced in his direction.
Ron quickly removed his own robe and shirt, and as he fumbled with his belt, Seamus stopped him.
"Come here," Seamus said quietly, he pulled Ron close to him, trailing a hand up his stomach to his chest, then caressed his neck before gently grabbing Ron by the throat and kissing him.
Harry felt a deep rage rising in his gut. Seamus adjusted himself and Ron to where Ron's back was to Harry. He trailed his other hand up Ron's spine. Seamus deepened the kiss, and Harry glared. Seamus grabbed one of Ron's hands and brought it down to the front of his pants, where a bulge was growing.
"Do you want that?" Seamus murmured, the hand that was on Ron's back now moved to the back of his head, and he guided Ron to his neck, where Ron began kissing, "I think you do." Seamus locked eye's with Harry, a teasing glint in his eye and smirk on his face.
Harry had had enough, he stepped forward and pulled Ron off Seamus, swiftly shoving him against the wall and pinning his arms above his head.
"You seem to be enjoying yourself," he growled in Ron's ear, "I thought you didn't want this."
"You wanted it," Ron whispered in a teasing tone, he began pushing his hips against Harry, trying desperately to grind against him.
Seamus sidled over, walking out of his pants as he did and kicking them aside, he rested against the wall next to Ron and folded his arms, looking them both up and down.
"So," he said, "Who's permission do I ask to fuck him?" he trailed a finger over Ron's chest, then looked at Harry and tilted his head, "Or do I watch?" he lowered his hand and began fondling his cock through his underwear. "I could watch," he murmured, then leaned over and kissed Ron's neck, "I like to watch."
As he continued to fondle himself, Ron met Harry's eyes. Harry let go of his arms and began sliding his pants off. Ron stayed standing, but Harry saw his gaze drifting over to Seamus, to where his hand was.
"Take off your pants," Harry ordered, trying to get Ron's attention back.
Ron obeyed, quickly sliding his pants off. Seamus was still smirking, his hand groping his own cock through his underwear. Harry stared at Seamus until their eyes met. Ron stood by them, naked. His cock was hard, the tip touching his belly button. He was breathing heavily, waiting for instruction.
"Who do you want, love?" Harry asked, sliding his pants down and kicking them aside, as Ron watched, Harry released his erection and slowly started stroking.
Ron stared at them, a panicked expression on his face.
"You can choose," Harry crooned, "Who do you want? What do you want?"
"Oh that's mean," Seamus said, looking at Harry, "He can't choose. Just let me fuck him."
Ron looked desperate, for any kind of order to follow. He looked at Harry, who was still stroking his cock. Then at Seamus, doing the same thing. Harry and Seamus exchanged another look, then Seamus finally said,
"Suck my cock, Ron."
He backed against the wall, resting against it as he let go of his hard member. Ron looked over at Harry, who gave him a small nod. Ron walked over to Seamus and got to his knees. Slowly he raised a hand and grasped the base of Seamus's cock and angled it toward his mouth. Seamus gave a short laugh and grabbed Ron's head with both hands and thrust himself into Ron's mouth. Ron gagged, but accepted the thrusts, slowly moving his head in tune.
Harry's suddenly realized how hard he was breathing as he stroked his cock. He wasn't sure why he was enjoying seeing someone else using Ron like this. As far as he was concerned, Ron was his. But this was hot. Watching Seamus fucking Ron's mouth, the smirk on his face, the way Ron gagged every once in a while. Harry stepped over and got to his knees behind Ron, he ran his hands over Ron's back and then whispered in his ear,
"Good job, love. Make him feel good." He felt Ron tense beneath his hands. "Take that cock." He looked up and Seamus, who was looking at him. They kept eye contact as Harry kept whispering to Ron. "You're doing so good, love. Make him cum." Ron moaned at the words, as he typically did when Harry praised him or gave him orders. Harry chuckled softly, still keeping his gaze locked with Seamus's.
"It's true," Seamus said, grunting softly, "Fuck…he knows what he's doing." Seamus moaned loudly, letting go of Ron's head and biting his fist. Harry felt Ron relax slightly, and heard him gag and swallow.
"Good…good boy," Seamus whispered softly, slumping against the wall. Ron wiped his mouth and sat on the ground, looking over at Harry with a small smile.
"He is," Harry breathed, "Come here, love." He reached for Ron, who crawled toward him. Harry swiftly pushed him to the floor and planted his mouth against Ron's, a need to taste Seamus on him. As Ron moaned against his mouth, Harry started grinding into him, their erections bumping together.
"I want you," Ron suddenly whined between kisses, "Please."
"Yeah?" Harry responded, biting Ron sharply on the bottom lip and chuckling as Ron whimpered, "What do you want?" He gripped Ron's hip tightly with one hand, his fingers digging as deep as he could.
"Fuck me," said Ron's voice timidly, and Harry moaned gruffly in response. That tone always drove him wild.
Harry aggressively turned Ron around so his belly was against the floor. Seamus watched intently, lowering to the ground beside Harry. His cock which had softened was slowly coming back to life. Harry inched forward and grabbed Ron's hips, tugging them upward. Seamus suddenly moaned, and grabbed his semi-hard penis in his hand.
"Fuck him," he moaned, staring directly at Harry.
Harry was surprised at his own response, his cock twitching eagerly. He positioned himself at Ron's entrance, teasing it for a moment with the tip of his cock, listening to Ron whine pleadingly.
"You want it?" Harry said softly between Ron's and Seamus's moans.
"Yes," Ron said desperately, "Please…" and he cried out as Harry thrust into him without warning.
And though he was fucking Ron, Harry was still locking eyes with Seamus, who's lips were parted as he breathed heavily. Seamus was stroking his own cock slowly again, not breaking eye contact with Harry at all. Harry was staring back, his cock throbbing inside Ron's tight ass.
"Make him cum," Seamus moaned loudly, closing his eyes and increasing the speed of his strokes.
Harry gripped Ron's hips tighter and forced himself as deep as he could go. Ron cried out in pain, his whole body going tense, he tried to lower his hips but Harry held tight, plunging deep again. Ron had gone silent, his body still tense. Harry thrust one final time, releasing with a hard exhale. He pulled out, letting go of Ron's hips. Ron scooted forward slightly and turned around, he gave Harry a strange look then winced as he leaned against the wall.
"Are you okay?" Harry asked, wiping some sweat off his forehead, he knew there were times he could get more aggressive than Ron was used to, but Ron always knew when he said 'stop' that Harry would, no questions asked. It had only gotten that far twice before.
"Yeah," Ron said, and smiled reassuringly.
"Good," Harry whispered heavily, he reached out a hand and Ron crawled over and took it, Harry pulled him close and kissed him softly, caressing his face. Seamus inched his way over to them, kissing Ron's shoulder, then his neck. His eyes reached to meet Harry's as both their hands were running over Ron's back and chest. Seamus then reached over Ron's shoulder and grabbed Harry's chin, pulling him forward roughly he kissed him. Harry felt Ron go slightly tense. Harry chuckled slightly against Seamus's mouth, he knew Ron was getting jealous again. He deepened the kiss, his chest pushing against Ron's, and Seamus pushed up against Ron's back as they made out over his shoulder. Ron wiggled slightly then raised a hand to Harry's face and brought his mouth back to his.
"Greedy," Seamus said with a laugh, lightly biting Ron's shoulder.
"He's mine," Ron said quietly, looking at Harry, a slight desperation in his eyes.
Harry wondered for a brief moment if he had gone too far this time, but when Ron smiled at him, he knew Ron was still playing.
"Are you sure?" Seamus said teasingly, wrapping his arms around Ron answered running his hands over his chest, he bit Ron's earlobe, making him shiver, "I think Harry enjoyed kissing me. Didn't you?" he winked at Harry, that maddening smirk still on his face.
Ron watched as Harry leaned forward and kissed Seamus again. It was nothing like kissing Ron, who seemed to kiss with desperation, like if he stopped Harry might disappear. Seamus kissed hungrily and with force, like he knew Harry was enjoying it and wanted him to beg for more. And Harry did enjoy it, for one moment he had even forgotten Ron was there, and for another moment he even forgot how much he liked being in control because when Seamus suddenly bit his bottom lip he actually moaned.
"Told you," Seamus said with a laugh, he kissed Ron's cheek, "But I am a really good kisser, you can't blame him."
Harry looked at Ron, who had the same pained expression he had had earlier. He had bruises on his arms and hips, and was breathing heavily, but quietly, like he was trying too hard to stay calm. Harry met his gaze and they stared at each other silently.
"I think he's had enough," Harry said finally.
Seamus didn't even blinked, he said simply, "Fair enough, it's late anyway." He gave Ron another gentle kiss on the cheek before standing to get dressed.
Harry and Ron followed suit.
"Let's do it again some time," Seamus said, grinning at them before he left. Harry and Ron smiled at each other, then Ron's smile faltered as he looked at the ground.
"Hey," Harry said softly, stepping close to him and grabbing his hand, "Are you okay?" He used his other hand to raise Ron's head by the chin. "It was too much, wasn't it?"
"No," Ron replied quietly, "I'm fine. It was good. I just…didn't know you were going to kiss him."
"I didn't know either," Harry admitted, stepping closer and running his hands up and down Ron's arms, "Don't worry about it, okay? Are you sure you're alright? We didn't hurt you?"
"Of course not," Ron said, smiling softly, "I know what I can handle. And I kind of liked it when he watched. And you." He paused, then said, "He can come back."
"I think he'd like that," Harry said with a laugh, "And don't you worry. I'm yours, and you're mine. Now let's get you to bed, you probably need some rest."
