Harry rubbed his hands together vigorously as he walked back to the locker room one evening, kicking himself for forgetting his bag there after the match against Ravenclaw that afternoon. He was also keeping an eye out for Ron, whom he hadn't seen since they had dismounted their brooms, which struck him as odd as they had won, and Ron was never one to deflect the attention he got after winning a game.
Harry pushed open the door and headed right for his locker, before hearing an echoing chuckle that sounded like it was coming from the shower area. He paused, and heard a sharp inhale, and an annoyed sounding voice.
"Do that again and I swear I'll pop you."
Harry blinked and looked around curiously. He had a nagging feeling that this might not be something he was supposed to hear, or see, but the curiosity led him to start walking quietly toward the sound.
"I said stop it," the annoyed voice said again, followed by a small scuffle, "Oh, is that what you wanted? You make it so easy."
Harry had just realized he recognized the voice, and then the other person spoke.
"You make it so easy. You and your quick temper."
Harry froze as he reached the wall that connected to the showers. He definitely knew that voice. Finally he peered around the corner and his suspicions were confirmed.
Ron had his back against the wall, his shirt halfway unbuttoned, belt on his pants undone but pants still up. Seamus had him pinned by the arms, still fully dressed himself, his bottom lip was bleeding slightly. He looked slightly agitated, and Harry watched briefly as Seamus released one of Ron's arms to grab him roughly by the chin and tilted his head so he could talk directly into his ear.
"You like my quick temper."
Harry watched something flicker against Ron's face, and he went from looking quite pleased with himself, to slightly fearful, as I'd Seamus had just flipped a switch in him.
"That's what I thought," Seamus murmured, "You behave now."
Harry felt something flutter in his groin as he watched the way Ron nodded in response to these words. But it was then that Ron spotted him, and promptly froze. Seamus turned around, and an amused expression settled on his face. Harry knew he was caught, and stepped around the corner.
"Guess I forgot the locking charms," Seamus said, he had not bothered to release Ron, who was still looking at Harry. Seamus released Ron's chin and swiftly pulled him by the arm so his back was against his chest. He snaked his other hand around Ron's waist and expertly started undoing the rest of his shirt one-handed. "Well," he said slowly, "This could be fun if we let it."
"Um…" Harry stammered, he looked at Seamus, who was smirking. And when he looked at Ron he was surprised to see that he was looking right back, and when they locked eyes he smiled slightly, almost invitingly.
"He wants you," Seamus said quietly, yet still enticing, he slid Ron's shirt off, revealing the well-built muscled torso Ron had acquired from quidditch, "But I think…" Seamus kissed Ron's neck and Harry watched him shudder, "We can share. What do you think, Harry?" Seamus slid a hand up Ron's chest and grabbed him lightly by the throat, "Want to share?"
Harry exhaled slowly, trying to settle his nerves. But with the way Seamus was holding so possessively of Ron, and the way he was talking, Harry couldn't help but feel himself grow very hot. A very animalistic feeling was growing inside his belly. Finally he pulled his cloak off and tossed it aside, then stepped forward.
"Yeah," he said breathlessly, "I think we can share."
Seamus grinned devilishly, dropping his hand down from Ron's throat to his waist and gripping it tightly. Harry closed the gap between them and raised his trembling hands to slide Ron's shirt off, he could not pull away from Ron's gaze. He looked scared, but also eager. Harry paused momentarily, and then felt Seamus grab the front of his shirt and pull him even closer, where Harry's face was inches away from Ron, he felt his breathing grow very heavy.
"Go ahead," Seamus murmured silkily, tugging lightly at Harry's shirt, "Touch him. Kiss him. You know he wants you to."
It took Harry only a moment to decide to let Seamus's words melt away his nerves. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against Ron's and was taken a back by the way Ron responded so hungrily, immediately grabbing Harry's hips and pulling them against his own, deepening the kiss.
"There you go," Seamus murmured with an amused chuckle, "I always knew you were hot for each other. Careful, Harry, he bites."
Right as Seamus said it, Harry suddenly felt a sharp pain on his bottom lip, and was startled at his own reaction when he growled slightly, pulling away, but also feeling a familiar tingling in his groin. Ron merely laughed quietly, and Harry, suddenly spurred by this behavior, grabbed Ron roughly by the chin, much like he had seen Seamus do, and whispered fiercely,
"Don't do that again."
"Whatever you say," Ron replied playfully, then quieted as Harry pulled him back and kissed him again, despite the pain in his lip. He felt Seamus's presence leave and looked up over Ron's shoulder. Ron continued to suck and kiss Harry's neck, which made it hard for him to focus on watching Seamus slowly undress as he matched Harry's gaze. Harry suddenly felt a tugging at his shirt as it was untucked from his pants. He slowly shut his eyes and felt embarrassed as a small groan escaped his lips when Ron began sucking at an apparently sensitive spot on his neck just below his ear.
Egged on by the noise, Ron quickly began unbuttoning Harry's shirt, and then stopped abruptly. Harry's eyes flicked open. Seamus had pulled Ron back against him, pinning his hands by his sides.
"Don't let him get too much control, Harry," Seamus chided, running a hand up and down Ron's arm, "You want to show him who's boss, don't you?" He kissed Ron's shoulder in an affectionate sort of way that bothered Harry. "You don't strike me as a bottom." Harry pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside, and began to unbuckle his belt. "But this one…" Seamus drawled in Ron's ear, "Is an eager little cock slut, aren't you?" Ron turned slightly red but continued to watch Harry. "Sometimes he forgets whose in charge. But we just have to remind him."
It was so wrong, Harry thought as he dropped his pants, and so twisted. The way Seamus was talking, treating his best friend like some sort of sexual possession. And the way Ron let him, the way he was looking at Harry eagerly and almost pleadingly.
And Harry loved all of it. He stepped back forward and yanked Ron's arms away from Seamus and pushed him down so he was on his knees. Seamus chuckled appreciatively. Harry felt himself growing uncomfortably hard as he looked down at Ron, who was kneeling before him, giving him a small smirk.
"There you go," Seamus said for the second time. He was standing behind Harry now, and placed his hands on his shoulders. "Tell him what you want," he purred in Harry's ear, "He likes being told what to do."
Ron's eyes flicked expectantly from Seamus to Harry, who was breathing very hard now.
"Suck my dick," Harry said breathlessly, and felt Seamus squeeze his shoulders, like a form of approval.
Ron immediately inched forward and slid down Harry's boxers. His erection jumped out immediately. Harry held back a moan when he felt Ron grab it, but could not hold back his reaction when he felt the hot wetness of Ron's mouth engulfing him almost completely.
"Oh, fuck…" He heard himself say loudly, his knees buckled slightly and he was suddenly very glad Seamus was behind him and leaned back against him.
"Good, isn't he?" Seamus said, almost soothingly.
"Yeah…" breathed Harry, despite himself, he buried his hands in Ron's hair. His body was doing all the talking now as he started to thrust deeper into Ron's mouth.
"Your best friend likes it rough, Harry," Seamus murmured, "Go ahead."
Completely spurred by Seamus's words he tightened his grip on Ron's hair and thrust as hard as he could until he heard Ron gag. Harry moaned loudly at the sound, closing his eyes as he saw stars, his breath caught in his throat as he could feel Ron swallow, and gently release his slowly softening cock from his mouth.
"Fuck…" Harry said heavily, his breath coming in huge heaves as he rested against Seamus.
"I know," Seamus said gently, "He got me that soon the first time, too."
Harry looked down at Ron, who wiped his mouth and looked up rather innocently. It was so wrong, Harry couldn't help thinking. Even more wrong, he could feel Seamus's own erection rubbing against his backside and he felt very excited about it. But it was Ron who Harry wanted. Then there was a brief moment where Harry pictured Seamus taking Ron, right in front of him, and a slight flutter erupted in his stomach. Harry dropped down to his own knees in front of Ron and pushed him back until he was laying on the stone floor. Harry straddled his waist and leaned down, pinning Ron's arms down and leaning forward to growl in his ear,
"I want to ruin you."
He felt Ron shudder and squirm beneath him, and Harry smirked as he moved one hand off Ron's arm and slid it to the waistband of his pants and removed his belt in one swift movement, and then sat up. A realization hit him that he no longer felt uncomfortable. It seemed sick, and twisted still, sure, but almost in a good way. That Ron was so willing, so ready to let Harry take him. Harry bent down and kissed Ron again. In the same way he had earlier, Ron responded hungrily, digging his fingers deeply into Harry's back, his hips rolling forward longingly. Harry then pulled away, sitting up again and pinning Ron down by the chest with one hand, and the other went to work the button on his pants. As he did he looked up and saw Seamus leaning against a wall, smirking at them as he fondled his own erection. Harry took a steadying breath and tore his eyes away to look down at Ron, who was biting his lip as Harry slid his hand down into Ron's pants, both their eyes closed as Harry's fingers grasped what he had been searching for.
"Fuck, Ron," Harry groaned.
"He's packing, huh?" Seamus said with a chuckle.
"Mmhmm," Harry said dazedly as he sat back up and helped Ron slide his pants and boxers off, and grasped his cock again, stroking slowly and enjoying the look on Ron's face. "But," Harry said, stopping his movements, "We did say we'd share. Didn't we, Seamus?"
"I think we did," Seamus said, stepping away from the wall.
Harry climbed off of Ron and stepped away to stand next to Seamus. Ron propped himself up on his elbows, his gaze flicking from Seamus to Harry. Finally Seamus stretched out his hand and said slyly,
"Come here, doll."
Like a puppet being strung along by his master, Ron rose and walked over to Seamus, who immediately grabbed his hand and shoved him against a wall. Harry watched, enthralled, as pinned Ron by his chest and attached his mouth to his neck, kissing, sucking, biting. And watched, almost with an aggravated jealousy, as Ron's body reacted so fervently. Tilting his head to one side, eyes closed. Hands on Seamus's waist, digging his nails deep into his skin. Hips grinding. Soon Ron had raised his hands to Seamus's arms, gripping, and tilting his head to face him. Panting heavily Ron leaned forward to kiss Seamus feverishly, Seamus loosened his force on Ron's chest and Ron gripped his waist and pulled him closer, burying his face into Seamus's neck.
"That's it, doll," Seamus moaned, lowering his hand to slowly stroke Ron's cock, "You know what I like. Show him." Seamus's eyes raised to Harry and he smirked. "Show your best friend just how good you can make me feel. I think he's getting jealous."
Harry swallowed deeply. It felt so wrong to be turned on by this, but his body disagreed. As he watched Ron groping for Seamus's own throbbing erection he felt that same animalistic feeling he had had in his gut earlier. He watched Ron's hand start to move rhythmically up and down and started to step towards them.
"That's good," Seamus moaned, "Just like that."
Harry stepped up behind Seamus and reached over his shoulder to grab Ron behind the neck and pulled him roughly forward to press his lips against Ron's. Ron moaned into his mouth, which caused Harry to reach around and grip his hip tightly, sandwiching Seamus between them.
"Greedy," Seamus said breathlessly, rocking back and forth between them, his bare ass grinding against Harry was almost too much.
Harry pulled away from Ron to look at Seamus. "It's not greedy when he's mine," he said roughly.
"Are you sure about that?" Seamus retorted with a smirk. He looked back at Ron and lowered one of his hands. "Don't worry about me now, doll. Why don't you let me show Harry who you really belong to?"
Harry's grip on Ron tightened as he saw him gaze at Seamus with a kind of hungry expression. There was some shifting below and suddenly Ron closed his eyes tightly and gasped as he grabbed both of Seamus's shoulders.
"Just like that, right?" Seamus drawled into Ron's ear, then biting him lightly on the jaw, "I know how you like it…right?" he thrust his arm roughly and Ron's grip on his shoulders tightened as he cried out. Harry felt both agitated and excited, which frustrated him. He could feel Ron's hips rocking back and forth underneath his hand, and Seamus's ass kept rubbing against his now throbbing cock. He didn't want any of it to stop.
"Right?" Seamus repeated, thrusting his arm again.
"Yes," Ron breathed, his eyes still closed, moving his body against Seamus's.
"Good," Seamus purred, "I think you're ready." He tilted his head forward to kiss him. He pulled his hand up and grabbed Ron by the shoulders, roughly turning him around so his hands and chest were pressed against the wall, Harry could hear both Ron's breathing grow very ragged. Harry stepped back away from Seamus but Seamus quickly looked back at him.
"You can stay there," he said devilishly, "I think you'd both like that, hm?" as Harry walked forward again to position himself behind Seamus's shoulder. Seamus grinned and ran a hand up Ron's spine, making him shiver. "You'd like that right, doll?" he stepped closer to Ron, rubbing his cock rhythmically against Ron's ass, "You want him to watch, don't you?" he grasped his cock and started to push, "You want him to watch me use you." With one hard thrust Ron cried out and moaned loudly, his fingers scratching against the wall.
Harry found himself suddenly gripping Seamus's shoulder as he watched. With each thrust as Seamus drilled himself deeper into Ron, his ass continued to grind into Harry's cock. Brain completely foggy, Harry subconsciously kept pushing closer to Seamus. With every gasp, cry, and moan Ron made, Harry felt his balls tighten.
Suddenly Seamus released one hand off of Ron's back and grabbed Harry's off his shoulder and placed it on Ron's back in place of his. Seamus kept a steady rhythm as he leaned forward to whisper in his ear.
"He's here, doll. Watching me wreck you. Do you like that?" He glanced back at Harry. Who was watching him, breathing heavily. "He wants you as bad as you want him. He's moaned your name before."
"Fuck." Harry heard Ron mutter under his breath, pounding a fist against the wall, his body tensing.
Seamus suddenly slowed down, smirking again. Harry found himself still subconsciously grinding against Seamus's behind, but he didn't stop.
"Watch him, Harry," Seamus said between his grunting, "He takes it so well. Always ready for me. So I don't care if he says your name. In the end he always knows who's giving it to him. Isn't that right?" he grabbed the back of Ron's hair, pushing him harder into the wall and increased his thrusting. Harry released his hand from Ron's back and put his hands on Seamus's hips, grinding against him in tune with his thrusting, and tilted his head down to start kissing Seamus's neck. He felt Seamus froze for a fraction of a second, then shiver slightly and continue. He tilted his head back, giving Harry more access. He bit him lightly and was pleased to hear Seamus swear loudly.
Harry felt a familiar tension start to build. He grinded more frantically against Seamus, digging his fingers deep into his skin, still kissing and sucking on his neck. Ron was the first to cry out, fingers frantically scraping at the wall. Harry heard Seamus swear gruffly and quickly speed up his thrusting, bracing Ron against the wall with his fingers digging into his waist. Harry couldn't hold himself any longer and quickly backed away as he watched his seed spray onto Seamus's back. After catching his breath he grabbed his shirt off the floor and wiped the sweat off his forehead. When he glanced back he saw Ron and Seamus had both taken seat on the floor, also breathing heavily. Harry walked back over and took a seat next to Ron, shivering at the sensation of the cold stone floor.
"My name, huh?" Harry said, breaking the silence.
Seamus burst into laughter as Ron covered his face in embarrassment.
"I'm sorry," Seamus said between laughter, grabbing Ron's shoulder, "I didn't mean to. You know me, I'm vocal. Once I start I just keep going."
Ron removed his hands from his face and smiled as he shook his head.
"I, uh…I guess we're kind of passed that now, though, yeah?"
Harry blinked at him. "You sucked my dick, Ron." And he burst out laughing after he said it. Soon all three of them found the entire situation incredibly funny.
Once the laughter had died down, Harry found that Ron had pushed up against him rather closely. Almost like it was an instinct, Harry reached a hand up and gently tilted Ron's face toward him and kissed him softly. Ron did not respond like he had earlier. Instead he kissed him back just as softly, with gentle pecks and then finally bit him gently on the bottom lip before wrapping a hand behind his neck and pushing him closer. When Harry finally needed to catch his breath he pulled back slightly.
"You can say my name whenever you want," he whispered, seeing something sparkle in Ron's eyes, he smiled.
"I knew it," Seamus sang from next to them. He had propped himself back on one elbow and was watching the proceedings with much amusement. "I knew you were hot for each other."
Ron sat back, very red in the face, but Harry merely chuckled. Shivering against the cold, he stood to gather his clothes, and seeing that Ron was starting to shiver, grabbed Ron's as well. Seamus did the same, dressing quickly. Before Harry had even pulled his cloak on, he looked over and saw Seamus straddling Ron's lap, kissing him as he buttoned up his shirt. Harry walked over and knelt beside Ron. Seamus looked up and grinned unabashedly.
"I can't help it," he said, "He's so shaggable. And needy." Seamus reached a hand up to Ron's face and stroked his cheek with his thumb. He glanced over at Harry. "I like the needy ones, don't you?"
Harry became annoyingly flustered, especially now that he was clothed.
"I know you do," Seamus continued, then looked back at Ron with a sense of ownership, "That's why I had to get rid of Dean. Well, sexually I mean. He was so independent and so confident. It got boring. I like these ones." He dropped his hand from Ron's cheek to his throat, caressing it slowly. "Needy, clingy, just want to be used up like the cock slut they are. Right?" He gently gripped Ron's throat as he nodded. "Good."
Harry took a deep breath. "Fuck," he said quietly, running a hand through his hair.
Seamus laughed as he crawled off Ron's lap and sat against the wall.
"What?" He asked, amused.
"I don't know," Harry said, "I just like watching it so much. I don't get how you do it."
"Practice," Seamus said simply, "It's a bonus when someone like Ron," he nudged Ron's hip slightly with his foot, and Ron blushed slightly, "A kinky little praise whore who just loves being degraded and told what to do, finds someone like me…who…well you saw." Seamus shrugged, winking at Harry.
Harry blinked and sat against the wall himself, stretching out his aching legs.
"You really like that?" Harry asked Ron, who merely shrugged, then positioned himself to lay on the floor with his head in Harry's lap.
"Yeah," he answered, bringing one arm up and swinging it across Harry's legs, "I mean. Only in these situations. But…yeah."
"Oh," Harry replied, considering, "Well I can do that."
The three of them laughed again. Harry felt a comfortable tiredness overcome him. He lazily ran his hands through Ron's hair and soon discovered that he had fallen asleep. Seamus noticed and smiled.
"He always gets sleepy and cuddly after," he whispered.
Harry rested his head against the wall and sighed. Then rolled his head to look at Seamus, who had started to get to his feet, brushing dust off his robes. Harry started digging in his pocket.
"You just do everything I showed you," Seamus said quietly, straightening his shirt and tie, "You'll be fine."
Harry reached out his hand to Seamus and dropped in ten galleons.
"Thank you," he said.
Seamus winked and pocketed the money, replying salaciously,
"No problem, Harry. No problem at all."
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Fin
You know I love dabbling in some vocal!seamus from time to time.
What happened in the end is open to interpretation ;) leave your theories if you wish. Happy Holidays, everyone!