Title: Gryffindor Boys
Author: sdk
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing/Characters: Harry, Seamus, Neville, Ron, Dean; potential Harry/Seamus
Rating: R
Length/Word Count: Drabble, 100x3
Warnings/Content: possible underage wanking (I kept everything purposefully vague so you can imagine their ages however you wish).
Summary: Once a week the Gryffindor boys play a game.
Notes: Written for harry100's Wanking Through the Ages theme "Hogwarts Era" and the prompt "Double Your Pleasure" (although in this case, it's more like 5 times the fun). Special thanks to torino10154 for looking this over!
Disclaimer: The following is based on fictional characters I don't own doing fictional things in a fictional world I did not create. No copyright infringement intended.


Gryffindor Boys

Neville keeps his hidden, instead stuffing his hand down the front of his pajamas while everyone else pulls theirs out. Seamus calls him a shrimp, but based on the tenting between his legs, Harry guesses Neville is the largest in the room.

Ron thinks he's the biggest and thickest; he pulls his out proudly, muttering “tits, tits, tits” while fondling his balls. Seamus snickers at him. Seamus is the loudest though, by far, throwing his head back and moaning shamelessly until Dean--never pausing his short quick strokes--elbows Seamus in the ribs and tells him to shut it.

~

Harry tries not to look, but with so many cocks on display, he can't help himself. His orgasm rushes over him without warning and with short shallow breaths, he comes, stifling a moan.

“Harry wins again!” Seamus proclaims, throwing one arm over Harry's shoulders even as he keeps the other on his cock. “Shite, Harry. What's your secret?”

“Erm,” Harry says. Seamus movements become jerkier. Harry knows he should pull away, but he can't bring himself to move.

“Hold that thought,” Seamus says. His eyes falls closed and he comes, gripping Harry's shoulder all the while.

~

Ron comes last, like always.

“Bollocks,” he says. “Why is it the last one who loses?”

“Because it is,” Seamus shrugs. Ron makes a face and they argue back and forth, half-hard cocks flopped between their legs. Even this is too much for Harry. He pulls up his pants and climbs into bed.

“Oi, Harry—still on for next week, right?” Seamus' eyes sparkle. Harry swallows down a gulp.

“Yeah, 'course.”

“Good,” Seamus says.

Harry shuts the curtains and lies down, but he can still see Seamus grinning after he closes his eyes to sleep.


-Fin-







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