Kristmas Wish Fulfilled for: ragdoll
From: rilla_licious

Title: Of Freckles and Fireworks
Characters/Pairings: Bill/Tonks (established), Bill/Tonks/Charlie
Rating: NC-17
Kinks/Themes Included: Threesome, incest, strap-on, pegging, light spanking, delayed gratification, anal intercourse, light verbal humiliation, oral sex, voyeurism, double penetration.
Word Count: ~3500
Summary/Description: Tonks has a secret wish, and when Bill finds out what it is, he’s more than happy to comply.
Author's Notes: I really hope you enjoy this! I tried to fit in as many kinks as possible. It was an absolute joy to write these three. Special thanks to my lovely beta for accommodating my wacky schedule. And thank you so much to the DD mods for being beyond patient with my extension requests. Happy Holidays!


"Tell me," Bill whispers, and his voice is rough as the unhewn stone against Tonks's back.


She locks her ankles behind his waist and grinds against him. "No," she whispers back.


"Tonks." The word is a command, but she doesn't falter.


"No." His neck is damp and salty on her lips and she sucks on the juncture of his shoulder, softly at first, then hard enough to leave a bruise. Her hair is bright blue now, and it matches her eyes. Blue is the color of everything in Tonks's world when Bill brings her this close to the edge of want.


"Tell. Me."


"Never."


His fingertips dig into her buttocks, spreading them, tilting her toward him.


"I could tease you," he runs his fingertips so close to the elastic of her knickers that she shudders all over, "for hours."


"I still won't tell." Her voice is breathy now, in the way she knows drives him wild. "Not ever."


"Tonks." One finger pushes up through damp fabric, an insistent tease, begging entrance yet unable to give her closure.


"Fuck. I love this."


"I know you do." He nips her earlobe. "Too much." His little finger slides up her arse, between her cheeks, putting pressure there as well.


Her pulse is thrumming at both openings now, thighs clenched tightly around his waist.


"Tell me who and I'll get him for you," Bill says. "We'll both open you right up, baby, spread you wide and fuck you out of your mind. Christ. Wanna see you laid back with those gorgeous breasts bouncing, his cock up your arse and mine in your cunt."


"Fuck. Bill." She bites down on her bottom lip, pulls his hair restlessly. "You don't… Oh, fuck it." She reaches down and hooks two fingers beneath her knickers up on her hip, yanking them off with a dreadful ripping sound. "Third pair this week, wanker." The last word trails off into a groan.


His fingers are inside her now, rubbing on either side of that thin wall between them, making every nerve ending south of her waist scream and sing and sob all at once.


"And you still haven't given in."


"Told you," she says into his hair, clinging to him now, pumping up and down to ride his fingers, trying to take more than he's willing to give, trying to get him to the point of giving up. "I'm interrogation-resistant."


He stops his hand moving, his lower arm trembling with the effort, rubs his cock against the inside of her thigh.


"Really?"


"Really."


"Just tell me, Tonks. I'll make it happen. I swear."


"Can't."


"Why not."


"Fuck. Bill. Just…. Goddammit."


"I'll get you off so fucking fast, baby. So fast and hard. Christ. You're so fucking wet already. Just give me a name."


"Why is it… so important?"


"Want to make you happy. Want to give you everything you want."


"Then give me a bloody orgasm, you dolt!"


Bill laughs. "I will. I promise I will. Just give me the name."


"You'll… No. I can't tell you."


"Tonks. I promise. Just tell me who."


"You're a fucking tosser, Weasley."


"Then let me guess." His fingers close together slightly, then shift from side to side, slowly, turning her inside out. "Harry?"


"Potter? Not even close."


"Kingsley."


"My boss? Are you daft?"


"Rollins."


"Oh, Jesus. I'm never going to come again at this rate."


"Then tell me. I could go on all night. Oh, wait. I know." She can feel his grin against her skin. "Percy."


Tonks's skin goes so hot she thinks she must be pink all over, and she knows Bill feels it, too. Before he can react, she says, "Not Percy." And she knows that the emphasis was too much. She's given herself away.


"Tonks," his voice is low and serious now. "Who?"


"Fuck. It's Charlie, all right? I want… I want to fuck you and your brother."


Bill stays still for a moment, and then he starts moving his hand, just as he promised, hard and fast and rough and the whole world shatters like spun sugar as she comes apart.


His hand is soaked as he pulls it away, dripping down the inside of her leg as he wipes his fingers clean on her skin, then slides his cock inside her with one stroke. She is limp and heavy in his arms and sometimes she thinks she likes this part best. He'll take his time now, fuck her nice and slow, until she's ready to come again.


"Baby," she says, after he's been quiet for a long time, one steady thrust after another pushing her over and over into the wall. "Are you… What are you thinking?"


"That you feel like heaven," he says.


"No, not about that. About… about what I said before. About the name."


Bill nuzzles the side of her face, and he starts to chuckle from low in his chest, his pace picking up with his laughter.


"You want to fuck Charlie," he says when he's caught his breath. "That's brilliant."


"You're not… You don't think it's weird?"


"You know Charlie has a stellar reputation for sucking cock, don't you?" says Bill.


"I've heard that," she says. "But--"


Bill pulls back enough to look up at her now, his eyes still glazed with lust though his smile is nothing but mischief. "Baby, where do you think he learned it?"


~*~*~


Tonks's stomach feels like it's about to flutter out through her throat by the time Charlie finally arrives.


"'Bout time you got here," Bill says, giving him a solid thump to the back of the head.


"Hey!" Charlie rubs his scalp and glances sideways at Bill. "I'm fashionably late is all."


"You've never been fashionably anything in your life," says Bill.


"He's got you there," Tonks says. She crosses her ankles, legs dangling off the side of the bed.


Charlie is unbuttoning his shirt now, smirking. "The way I hear it, s'not my clothes that are my best asset."


"Nor your modesty," says Tonks, leaning a bit forward. "You're lucky the arse makes up for it."


"If you wanted a piece of my arse, Tonks, all you ever had to do was ask. All this time spent messing around with my brother was completely unnecessary."


"Says this tosser," says Bill, elbowing Charlie hard, nearly knocking him down as Charlie is trying to shirk out of his jeans.


"Hey, now" Charlie says, stumbling, half-bent over as he pulls one ankle free of his jeans. "Careful what you say to the bloke who's going to make all your dreams come true tonight."


"Not my dreams, mate," says Bill. "Those dreams are strictly property of Tonks here. If they were mine, I'd be calling them nightmares."


"Behave," says Tonks. "The both of you."


"Or what?" Bill slips an arm around her waist and pulls her up against him as he sits down beside her.


"I might not let you call the shots after all," she says.


Bill grins, nips her ear, and nuzzles into the curve of her neck. "I know how to get my way," he murmurs, warm breath curling around her ear.


His hand slips between her thighs, slides upward, toward the center of her.


"Oi! Are you two in need of my assistance tonight or did you just call me over to watch?" says Charlie, his voice loud and startling.


Tonks jumps and Bill laughs. "No," says Bill. "I get to watch first. Charlie, get your arse on the bed. On your back."


"Just promise me one thing: That I'm not going to be the only naked one for the rest of the night," Charlie says, stretching out on the bed.


He's beautiful, all muscle and sun-worn freckles, and he knows it, resting one hand behind the back of his head and spreading his legs just enough to expose everything. The other hand rubs lazy circles on his stomach.


"Tonks, I want you to climb up there with my brother and his ego. Let him take off your clothes."


She snorts, but climbs up to straddle him. Charlie's hands are on her hips at once, pushing her t-shirt up her sides, his fingers splaying over her ribs.


"Jesus, Bill, how can you stand to just watch?"


"Mouth shut, Charlie," says Bill, and Tonks's breath hitches as the shirt rises over her breasts. "Tease her."


Charlie presses his lips together, but groans from his throat. He tugs on the shirt and she raises her arms above her head, the cool air making her shiver. He palms her breasts, cradling her firm nipples in the crease of his hand, rubbing them in circles so gentle that she can feel the unfulfilled anticipation right down to somewhere deep in her pelvis.


"That's good," Bill says. "Like that."


His voice is coming from behind her, winding itself around her shoulders and up the back of her neck. Charlie's fingers are suddenly everywhere but it is not enough, never enough. The light scrape of his nails down her thighs makes her squirm and she is acutely aware of the span of his taut abdomen beneath her. Bill murmurs a familiar spell and her jeans are gone just like that, her bare skin warmed by the heat of Charlie's body. Her hips move instinctively. Bill has always laughed at this, says it's his good fortune that this may be the only time she can manage graceful.


"Yeah, Tonks. That's good. Rub yourself on his cock, but don't let him inside you."


Tonks rises up on her knees, slides back enough to slick Charlie's cock with her juices, grinning crookedly as his eyes roll back beneath fluttering lids.


"He likes that," she says, looking back at Bill over her shoulder.


Bill's smirk makes her chest throb with want. "I know," he says, and she wants to know how he knows, she wants to hear all about it, but it has to wait.


Charlie's cock is thick, and so hard beneath her that she can't hold herself back. She tilts forward, presses her clit against him. The friction is perfect and Charlie's hands close around her hips, fingertips digging into her skin, hard.


"Fuck. Tonks."


"Shh," says Bill, sauntering over to press a finger to Charlie's lips. "Not yet."


She almost stops moving, because the look on Charlie's face is so… deferential. His eyes have gone wide and he's gazing up at Bill with an air of submission that drives her wild. She rakes her nails down his chest and he arches up.


Bill leans close to her ear, murmuring a command. "Go violet," he says. "My favorite."


Tonks laughs and lets her head fall back, working her hips faster over Charlie, rubbing against him harder yet. She throws her head back, hair extending all the way to the small of her back, vibrantly violet now, matching her eyes. Bill winds a hand in it and tugs.


Charlie is whimpering, bucking up beneath her, and it strikes her that she and Bill are doing this, making him come undone, and the surge of power is coursing through her as Bill pulls her into a fervent kiss.


"Hands above your head, Charlie," Bill says against her lips, then he pulls away, reaching under the bed for something. "No more touching."


Charlie complies instantly and Tonks whines at the loss of contact, but only for a second, only until she sees what Bill has in his hand, his beautiful scarred face split into a grin.


"Tonks is going to fuck you now, Charlie, and you're going to suck me off. Just like in the old days. Just like when I taught you how."


"Christ. Bill. You're so fucking hot," says Tonks.


He buries his face in her neck again, nipping and biting and kissing without pause as she fumbles with the strap-on. She nearly drops it, twice, but finally manages to cinch the belt with a triumphant huff. Charlie holds her hips and pulls her forward with him, until his head is hanging off the bed, Bill standing in front of him.


Somewhere in the middle of this, Bill has shed his clothing, and he stands there stroking his cock, watching Tonks intently as Charlie watches him. She spreads her thighs, grinding herself on Charlie.


"You want to see this, baby?" says Bill. "You want to see my brother suck me off?"


Tonks hears her own breath hitch, a funny little nose at the base of her throat, and Charlie chuckles beneath her.


"I think that's a yes," he says.


He arches his neck and Tonks slides down him, down between his legs, her sex aching from the lack of contact, but anticipation swirling inside her for what's coming next. She presses the tip of the strap-on between his arse cheeks, teasing his hole as she leans forward, stretching up so she can trace the hollow of his throat with her tongue. His words trail off into inarticulate muttering, and into a begging growl as Bill rubs the tip of his hard-on against Charlie's lips.


Charlie's cock is twitching, shiny-wet from Tonks and swollen beautifully. Bill glances up, follows her line of sight, then grabs his wand from the bedside table as Charlie's tongue glides up the underside of his cock. The spell he casts creates a soft green glow, a floating ball of light that hovers over Charlie's body, his freckles illuminated as it passes down him. When it reaches his cock, it thins into a glowing cord, wrapping itself around his cock and balls, tightening just enough.


"Bill," Charlie whines.


"No talking," says Tonks. Bill winks at her, casts the lubrication charm, and she pushes inside.


Charlie's whole body goes tight and makes an arc on the bed. Tonks has to rise up on her knees to stay inside him and she pushes in a little harder than she means to. Whatever Charlie's reaction to that, it manifests in sucking Bill harder, and Bill's eyes roll back as he braces himself on Charlie's shoulders.


"Jesus, Charlie," he moans. "Forgot how brilliant that is."


Tonks drives in again, grinding her clit against the strap on, taking Charlie's restrained cock in one hand and stroking it. He mumbles something around Bill's prick, taking it in so deeply that Tonks swears she can see it moving in his throat. This is gorgeous, she and Bill doing this to Charlie, and she feels a surge of power mixed in with the lust. He is entirely at their mercy.


"My god, you're a slut, Charlie," she says, each powerful thrust making his whole body shake. "I mean, I'd heard the rumors, but I had no idea."


She glances up to see Bill watching her open-mouthed, unintentionally giving up any semblance of control to her. She grins, electric sparks running down her spine every time she pushes inside Charlie.


She keeps going. "Merlin. Sucking your brother's cock like this. Do you know how dirty and wrong that is? But you want it so bad, don't you? Is this all you think about, Charlie? Bill fucking your mouth deep enough to choke you? Because it's all I'm going to think about for a long time."


This goes on forever, until Tonks's whole body is covered in a thin sheen of sweat and she slides against Charlie, whose muscles seem to twitch convulsively. The only sounds in the room are her voice, the slapping of her thighs against Charlie, and the whimpering, grunting sounds Charlie makes as they take him. Charlie's cock is heavy and pulsing in her hand.


"Enough," Bill says finally, his voice so hoarse and rough it is as if he's been screaming all night. "Tonks, get on your hands and knees. I need to be fucking you."


She licks her lips, but doesn't stop right away. A few more slow, deliberate strokes, Charlie's legs scrambling for purchase on the bed, and she pulls out, letting go of his cock. Bill pulls out, too, his eyes locked to hers. Somewhere in all this, Charlie sits up, and he grabs Tonks by the waist and drags her onto the bed. She lets out a yelp of surprise.


Charlie swats her arse cheek, hard enough to leave a red mark, and she shoots him a look over her shoulder as she crawls onto her hands and knees.


"Don't tell me you don't like that," Bill says, tangling a hand in her hair. "I know you do."


She arches her back, offering her arse to Charlie, and he delivers another smack, and then another, until she's rubbing her thighs together with anticipation. Charlie swats her again, but this time leaves his hand there, slides it down over her arse, two fingers prodding at her opening. Tonks moans and pushes back.


"Fuck," Bill growls, his voice low and rough. "New plan."


And he takes her beneath the arms, as if she is light as a breath of air, and pulls her up against him. Charlie scrambles onto the bed behind them without instruction from Bill, and comes to sit right behind her, his hands trailing up her ribcage. They've done this before and the thought of that makes gooseflesh rise on her arms. The way they move together is so perfect she can hardly stand it.


Bill draws the tip of his wand along her jawline, leaning near the other side of her face to murmur the spells in her ear. The sensation is always strange, first the stretching, and then the lubrication, but as soon as she feels Charlie's cock pressing between her arse cheeks, she forgets all about the discomfort.


Bill trails his knuckle up her stomach, between her breasts, and then up her throat. She raises her chin, shivering, and eases back onto Charlie's cock. Just when she thinks that Charlie is going to fill all of her, that her body can't possibly take in anymore, Bill dips his knees and slides up into her easily. Tonks lurches forward, biting down hard on his shoulder, her nails digging into his skin.


"Yeah," Charlie growls, and she can feel him moving, differently than Bill, but in time with his brother nonetheless.


There are hands everywhere on her body, hands all over her, cocks inside her, and she's gyrating slowly between them, the sound of their breath, the noises they're making, filling the air all around her, filling the entire room.


"Tonks." It's Bill's voice now, his lips on her ear, and she presses toward him, twining her fingers in his hair.


She wants something now, from deep down in her gut, but it takes a moment of them moving inside her, of Bill pushing and Charlie pulling and both of them driving into her again and again. Finally, she finds a way to voice it.


"Kiss him," she says, her tongue tracing the rough stubble on Bill's jaw. "Kiss your brother for me, baby."


"Oh, hell, yes." Bill's grin is breathless.


Charlie's face is by her ear suddenly, and then so close to her cheek that she can feel the heat of his breath, his lips are on Bill's. Bill gasps a little, grips her more tightly, and Tonks is positively transfixed as she rocks back and forth between them, stroking Bill's cheek with trembling fingertips.


“Let him out of it,” she says.


Bill’s cheek quirks with half a smile and he releases Charlie from the cockring. She can feel Charlie’s cock twitching inside her.


"That's good," she murmurs. "That's… Oh, fuck, yes!"


Charlie starts moving faster, almost violently now, one arm looped around her waist, the other reaching up to grab at Bill's hair, and this is when Tonks loses herself.


The whole world is fireworks. It is sparks and electricity and heat and it is swallowing her up. She throws her head back and comes so hard that she doesn't even remember scoring Bill's skin with deep, red marks on either side of his scars.


Bill and Charlie come too, almost together, but this is in the distance. She can hear the sounds they make, is peripherally aware of their grip tightening on her, Bill's forehead pressed to her breastbone, but she is melting into the space between them, the hazy afterward of her own orgasm winding itself around her.


When she is aware again, they are lying on the bed. Charlie is spooned behind her and Bill in front, twisting her hair between his fingertips and breathing heavily. Tonks grins.


"Tell me," she says, "that we're going to do this again."


"Only if Charles is up for it," says Bill, winking.


Charlie lets out a bark of a laugh. "The next time you two get it in your heads to be adventurous, you'd bloody well better send for me," he says.


Bill kisses Tonks, gently, tenderly, and pulls away, but not too far.


"Consider it a deal," says Bill.


On the long list of brilliant ideas Tonks has had in her lifetime, this one, she decides, has to be near the top.



{END}