"Harry," said George plopping down next to him on the couch, "There's something Fred and I want to talk to you about."
"Okay," Harry said
guardedly, not sure if he liked the look in George's eyes.
"Well,
it's like this," Fred said as he stood up, starting to pace. "We,
that is, George and I, we've been together for a few years now, as
you know, and well, we feel something's missing... Or rather,
someone."
"And just who might this someone be?" Harry
asked, almost dreading the answer, but at the same time, hoping
desperately it was him.
"I'll give you a hint," George said,
grinning mischievously.
Harry started when Fred
sat down on his other side and pressed his body close, just as George
was doing.
"He just graduated from Hogwarts, he was in
Gryffindor. He's best friends with our brother... "
"Wait...
you can't mean me, can you?" Harry gasped, his heart beating
wildly.
"Oh, but," George started.
"We can," Fred continued.
"Love," They finished together.
Harry stared in shocked silence at the two; unable to believe his dream could finally be coming true.
The twins, seeing Harry was too shocked to react, both ran a hand up his arms, leaning in and planting a soft kiss on his cheeks in simultaneously.
Harry pulled away from
them slowly, fear and desire fighting for dominance in his eyes. "You
mean this for real, right? For more than just a one-off?" He
questioned, not wanting to be left in the dust after just one
night.
Fred, leaving one hand to rest on Harry's bicep, slowly
trailed the other up his chest, as he replied, "Of course not,
love. We would never ask you to join us if it wasn't long term. We
both love you."
Harry stared at Fred, his eyes holding even more shock than they had earlier, before turning to George, looking for confirmation.
George knew Harry needed him to make his own declaration and leaned closer to the younger boy until their lips almost touched before whispering, "I love you, Harry." Then slowly sealed their lips together for a brief, but sweet, first kiss.
Harry pulled back first, nearly crying with joy that his love was returned, and made his own confession, "I love you both too. So much."
Fred smiled happily, offering a hand to both his brother and Harry, pulling them up. "We were hoping for that reaction. Now… let us ishow/i you how much we love you." He said with a devilish smirk, leading them into them into the bedroom.
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Harry was unaware of how they made it from the living room onto the bed. He was also quite confused as to how he'd lost not only his glasses and socks, but also his trousers. But when George started to strip him of his shirt, with Fred trailing his fingers teasingly up the exposed skin, he decided to leave the mysteries for another time when he didn't have two sexy, half-naked twins in bed with him.
Harry arched his hips as someone, he wasn't sure who, began tugging on his boxers. His eyes had, unwittingly, fallen closed under the onslaught, barely able to process the incredible sensations of two sets of hands, lips, and tongues caressing his body. All he could seem to do was moan and groan his approval at what was happening.
He felt one of the twins slink up his side, kissing all the way, only to have those lips land on his own. Harry moaned into the kiss, only pulling back when the need for air became pressing.
"Harry, look at me," George whispered.
Harry looked up at George, his pupils widely dilated with his arousal.
Fred, upon hearing his brother address Harry, left off nibbling on Harry's inner thigh, and crawled up his other side.
"Do you really want this, love?" Fred asked.
"Be sure, for once we have you, we'll not ever give you up," The younger twin added.
Harry took a deep breath trying to calm himself down enough to for a coherent response. When he got his wits about himself he replied, "Yes. Yes, I'm sure. I love you both. I've wanted this for so long."
The twins smiled and leaned down together to plant a soft kiss on each of Harry's cheeks, before resuming there previous positions, Fred sliding down Harry's body planting seemingly random kisses over his chest and stomach before stopping just above his ultimate prize, breathing a hot breath over Harry's very interested cock. As Fred made his way down Harry's body and continued to play, George concentrated on Harry's neck, licking, biting, and sucking, bringing more moans to the boy's mouth.
Fred licked a few times along Harry's cock, sucking the tip lightly before pulling away completely. He pulled George down next to him, dragging him into a frantic kiss and peeling the rest of his clothes off him, his twin returning the favor.
"Bloody teases, the both of you," Harry grumbled, refocusing the twins' attention on him.
Fred laughed lightly, "Feeling a bit neglected, love?"
Harry nodded, fake-sullenly, before moaning loudly when George lay back between his legs, resuming the attention to his cock, which Fred had neglected. Simultaneously, he wiggled a finger back to tease at Harry's entrance, as Fred left the bed momentarily to retrieve what Harry suspected was a phial of lubricant.
Fred dipped his fingers into the viscous liquid before handing it off to his brother. Fred looked over his brother's shoulder into Harry's face and informed him sultrily, "George is going to prepare you for me, while I prepare him for you."
Harry moaned, either in anticipation of Fred's words or because George had just pushed a finger into him and begun thrusting it back and forth to open him farther.
As George worked at opening Harry, Fred kneeled behind his twin, mimicking his motions on the youngest boy.
When both George and Harry had been sufficiently prepared, George nuzzling and licking at Harry's cock to distract him from any pain, Fred pulled Harry into a kneeling position, George on all fours in front of him and Fred kneeled up behind him.
Fred coated his hand in oil again before covering Harry's cock with it, slicking himself up with the extra, then guided the younger man into his brother, watching as Harry's cock disappeared into George, moaning along with the other two. Once Harry was fully seated, Fred held his hips lightly with one hand, guiding himself into the younger man, moaning at the tight warmth.
Their pace was slow and loving. Mouths nipped, licked, and sucked at necks and hands caressed bodies sensually.
When Fred knew he wouldn't last much longer he twined his hand around Harry's, bringing them both down to George's cock, pulling a loud moan from the younger redhead. Harry came first, not able to hold out any longer under the dual sensation of being filled and filling someone else. Fred came close after, tipped over the edge by the clamping down of Harry's muscles, with George following, spilling into Fred and Harry's joined hands.
With a heave, Fred toppled them all onto there sides, still joined.
Harry sighed, finally, finally content. He tipped his head back to plant a kiss on Fred's lips, whispering, "I love you." Before leaning forward to bestow the same upon George. He relaxed back into the bed, surrounded by the two he loved, as he fell asleep the last thing he heard was, "We love you too, Harry."
