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For the next couple days, Harry gave Ron a break. Sometimes after something particularly vigorous, he knew Ron needed a bit to recover. And because he had been so shaken by adding a new person to the mix, Harry wanted him to have some time to clear his head.
But by the third day, Harry noticed during lunch one day, Seamus was glancing over at them. And Ron was looking back. When Seamus caught Harry's eye, he winked. Harry frowned and looked away.
"I think it's time for another DA meeting," Harry said. Ron glanced up and smiled at him.
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It was fairly easy to get everyone gathered for that night. And as Harry walked around the room, he felt distracted. There was a flutter in his stomach. Not only was he excited, but he was also nervous. Not for himself, but when he had thought about the way Seamus had touched Ron, in the same way he did, and the way Seamus had kissed him and how he had given in to it and lost some control, he had no idea if he'd enjoyed it.
"You sure you're ready?" Harry asked Ron when he felt him at his side.
"I told you I'm fine," Ron replied, he was dazedly glancing in Seamus's direction.
"Looking forward to it?" Harry asked in a mildly rough tone.
Ron looked at him, a teasing glint in his eye. Evidently, he was already playing.
"Maybe I am," Ron said quietly, "Does that…bother you?"
Harry glared at him. A few minutes later he called an end to the class. He sent the other students off in groups of three or four, asking Hermione to go with Ginny, Lavender, and Parvarti. Seamus had hung back, smirking in the corner. When they were finally alone, he walked over to Harry and Ron.
"Didn't take long," he said in a tone that annoyed Harry, "Who's idea was it this time?" he tugged at Ron's robes, and Ron's gaze dropped to the floor as he blushed slightly, "I knew you didn't get enough."
Seamus eyed Harry, who tried to keep his composure. He did not want Seamus to know he was getting under his skin. But the gleam in Seamus's eye told him that he probably already knew.
"It was mine," Harry said simply with a smile, "And," he added, slipping out of his robe and beginning to unbutton his shirt, "You'll watch."
As he felt as though he'd finally taken the power, Ron stepped forward to help Harry undress, but Seamus grabbed his arm. Harry exhaled through his nose loudly, a fiery sensation flared deep in his gut. Ron looked back and forth between the two, unsure of what to do.
"You sure?" Seamus said in a silky voice, standing behind Ron and wrapping his arms around his sides, "I think he wants me." Seamus slid his hands up Ron's sides and slid his robe off, then kissed his cheek. "Admit it, Harry, he missed me. So did you."
"Let him go," Harry growled, stepping forward to grab Ron, but Seamus released him with a chuckle.
Harry glared at Seamus, and Ron quickly stepped forward to unbutton the rest of Harry's shirt. Seamus stepped back and leaned against the wall, his arms folded. Harry and Seamus maintained unwavering eye contact as Ron slid Harry's shirt off and kissed his neck, and chest, and trailed small kisses along his stomach and waist, before beginning to undo his belt.
"He's certainly attentive to you, isn't he?" Seamus murmured in an amused tone, "No wonder you like to keep him close."
"Yes," Harry responded, his voice wavered slightly as Ron slid down Harry's pants and underwear, and had began to kiss along his waist, hands wrapping around his thighs, "He knows who he belongs to. Don't you, love?" he broke eye contact with Seamus to look down at Ron, who was kneeling in front of him, head down but eyes gazing upward with an eager expression. Harry stroked Ron's cheek then brought his gaze up to Seamus, who was now looking at Ron.
Harry shivered slightly as he felt a warm hand suddenly start to caress his semi-hard cock. He looked back down.
"Go ahead," he said in a firm voice, steadying his breath.
Ron continued to caress and stroke Harry's cock until it was hard, and Harry moaned and closed his eyes for a moment when he felt the moist warmth of Ron's mouth around him. He opened his eyes again and up at Seamus, who still leaned against the wall with his arms folded. His smirk had faltered and he was biting the inside of his cheek, he was no longer looking at Harry, but down at Ron, who was expertly bobbing his head up and down on Harry's cock.
"I think you want him," Harry said, moaning between breaths, "More than he wants you." Harry reached down and gripped the back of Ron's head, giving a hard thrust to punctuate his words. He heard Ron gag and tensed up, trying to steady himself before releasing too soon.
"If you're sure," Seamus said, swiftly stepping away from the wall and undressing. Moments later he had kneeled directly behind Ron, fully nude. Ron, who was still dressed, had tensed.
"Back off," Harry grunted, still working to control himself, but every time his throbbing member hit the back of Ron's throat he tensed.
"You don't want that," Seamus purred, he had wrapped has hands around Ron's waist and was undoing his belt, "You want me to fuck him with your cock in his mouth, don't you?" moments later he had tugged Ron's pants down and had slid his hard cock underneath him, rubbing it along Ron's ass.
Harry could not respond. He was watching intensely. Seamus was slowly rubbing his hands over Ron's back and sides through his shirt. After several moments passed where Harry didn't speak, Seamus lowered down to Ron's ear.
"Can I fuck you?" He whispered, "You want to feel it inside you, don't you?"
For a split second, Ron had stopped sucking, and Harry felt a small flutter in his stomach.
"Do it," Harry said finally, digging his fingers harder into the back of Ron's head.
Seamus chuckled, and Harry watched as he brought his hand to his mouth and sucked on two of his fingers. Harry swallowed deeply. Seamus dropped the hand and it disappeared underneath him and Ron, and seconds later Ron had pulled back completely, moaning loudly. Seamus chuckled again as Harry thrust his cock back into Ron's open mouth.
"Hmm," Seamus said softly, "Does your little plaything have a safe word?" one hand was still working underneath Ron, his eyes directly on Harry.
"If he wants you to stop he'll say stop," Harry said breathlessly, "Just fuck him already." Between maintaining holding back on his orgasm and frustration on losing control, Harry had no patience.
Seamus smirked and soon after hissed in pleasure, and Harry felt vibrations on his cock as Ron moaned. It was a new kind of sensation for Harry as he kept his eyes locked with Seamus, they seemed to be talked to each other silently as they moved as one, thrusting one direction and the other at the same time, with Ron between them, trying to arch his back while he moaned and tried to pleasure Harry at the same time.
"Good job," Seamus moaned, he had released his grip on Ron's hips and was ripping at his shirt. Harry closed his eyes, swearing loudly as he heard the small tinkling of buttons hitting the floor.
Harry backed away, his vision blurry, but he could still see Ron sitting back against Seamus, riding up and down as Seamus kissed his neck and dragged his hands along his waist, murmuring words in Ron's ear.
"Fuck yes," Harry heard Seamus mutter after a moment.
Ron fell forward slowly, still kneeling and resting his forearms against the floor, gasping for breath. Seamus was also breathing heavily, wiping sweat off his forehead. Harry had switched off and asked quietly,
"Are you okay?"
Ron nodded, then sat back up. His eyes were still twinkling, silently telling Harry he was still playing.
"I'm not done with you," Seamus said from behind, he got to his feet and swiftly grabbed Ron from behind and brought him to his feet, "I get to make you cum, now."
Harry felt his entire body tighten when he heard Ron murmur "Okay" with his head tilted back against Seamus's shoulder with his eyes closed. Seamus grinned and then whispered,
"I need you to be a good boy, okay?" He lowered one hand down to Ron's erection and began gently stroking, "This hand will be here." He raised his other hand with his arm stretched against Ron's chest, and placed it softly against Ron's throat, "This hand will be here." Ron's head lowered, his eyes widened as he looked at Harry.
Seamus tilted his head just enough to kiss Ron on the cheek, his one hand still on Ron's throat gently.
"You won't be able to talk," he murmured, his other hand still stroking Ron's cock slowly, "So put your hands on this arm." He jerked his arm that had its hand against Ron's throat and Ron raised his hands and gripped Seamus's arm. "And if it's too much," Seamus continued, "You pull my hand away. You can hold this arm as much as you want, tear it up if you need to, but pull my hand away if you need to, okay?"
Ron nodded slowly, and Harry saw him swallow. Harry was intrigued, he had no idea what was happening.
Seamus's hand gripped the sides of Ron's neck. His other hand continued to stroke his cock. Harry stood and watched, frozen. Small, choking noises emitted from Ron's throat. Seamus continued to stroke Ron's cock while gripping his throat. And Harry closed his eyes. It wasn't that he didn't want to watch, but he wanted to listen to the way Seamus talked to Ron.
"Good boy," Seamus's voice purred, "You can take it. You're doing do good." Harry had closed his eyes, listening to Seamus's voice, his hand hovering above his semi hard penis. He listened to Seamus talking to Ron,
"You want to cum, don't you?" Seamus was breathing in Ron's ear, "But you need to breathe too, don't you?" Seamus gripped tighter on Ron's throat. Ron was gripping hard on Seamus's arm, but he hadn't attempted to pull his hand away.
Harry was still watching a few feet away. His cock was twitching in interest as he watched. His gaze was, yet again, locked with Seamus. And he listened. Harry was vocal, yes, but there was something about the way Seamus spoke to Ron…
"You know how to take it. You're being so good." Harry swallowed as he glanced toward Ron, whose face was red, mouth parted.
"You need to cum." Seamus was stroking harder. Ron was making soft choking noises. Seamus planted a few kisses on the back of his neck. Ron's nails were digging into his arm, his entire body was quivering. "I can feel it." He was smirking at Harry, who had started to slowly stroke his own erection. "Hmm, Harry likes watching this. I think he wants to see you cum. Go ahead, cum all over my hand. I want you to." Seconds later he gently let go of Ron, who fell to his knees, gasping hoarsely.
Harry had quickly switched off as he heard Ron trying to find his breath again. It appeared Seamus had switched off to, as he knelt beside Ron and rubbed his back.
"Slow breaths, Ron," he said gently in a voice that wasn't the silky one he typically used in their situation, "Slow breaths. I know you want to breathe hard but try not to, you'll pass out. Shh, you're okay."
Harry quickly joined them on the floor. Ron was rubbing his throat as he took Seamus's advice and was trying to breathe slowly. There were tears running down his face slowly, and his eyes were shut.
"Fuck," Harry said, looking at Seamus who seemed somewhat unconcerned, "Are you okay? Why didn't you stop him?"
"It's normal," Seamus said quietly, "Especially the first time."
After a few moments Ron had seemed to catch his breath. Seamus was still rubbing his back gently.
"I'm okay," Ron said hoarsely, opening his eyes, and Harry sighed in relief, "It was just…intense." He sat up, resting against Seamus's hand.
Harry inched forward and took Ron's face in his hand, swiping his tears away with his thumbs. He gently kissed Ron, who smiled.
"You sure?" Seamus asked, resting his chin on Ron's shoulder and slid his hand up his back to gently stroke the side of his face.
"Yeah," Ron said reassuringly, tilting his head into Seamus's hand, enjoying the gentle touch.
Seamus and Harry helped Ron get dressed. Harry was glad to see that Seamus was attentive in his after care. Harry always was, as he knew how aggressive he could get sometimes, and always wanted to make sure he was alright, and unwinding in comfort. Once Ron was dressed, after Harry had repaired his shirt, Harry and Seamus dressed themselves.
Ron had settled himself on one of the cushions that the DA used for stunning. He was rubbing his throat again, which had bruised rather quickly. Seamus knelt beside him and examined his neck.
"Sorry," he said with a gentle laugh, "I didn't know you bruise so easily."
Harry sat down with them. Ron reached out for him, which made Harry smile. He engulfed Ron in his arms, sighing slightly. No matter what happened, this was usually Harry's favorite part of any sexual game he played with Ron. When Ron needed him for comfort. When he reached out for Harry like Harry was the only one who could take away the pains of his aching body.
Seamus started to stand but Ron glanced up quickly.
"Stay," Ron murmured.
Seamus looked at Harry, who nodded. Harry adjusted himself onto a cushion, his back resting against the wall, and Seamus sat next to him. Ron laid down, his head on Harry's lap, and one arm reached out to place his hand on Seamus's leg. Seamus leaned his head against the wall, his eyes closed. He sighed contentedly as he ran his hand up and down Ron's arm.
"He's really sweet, huh?" Seamus asked quietly, his eyes still closed.
"Yeah," Harry replied, running his hand through Ron's hair.
"You're lucky," Seamus sighed.
"Yeah," Harry agreed, "I am."
"Well," Seamus said slowly, "If there's a next time…maybe I'll bring my own toy to share."
Harry looked over at him. Seamus opened his eyes and smiled mischievously.