Title: Twice As Nice
Author: misfit_ragdoll
Characters: Seamus Finnigan, Padma Patil/Parvati Patil
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Twins, ic, masturbation, light anal play, femmeslash
Kinks chosen: ic, anal play (light), automasochism (if you squint) and Seamus/Padma (sort of).
Word Count: 1045
Summary: Seamus has a crush on Padma. And Parvati.
Author's notes: Thanks to trinnifer for all the hand holding and general live betaing as it was being written, and elfflame for cheerleading and last minute betaing. And, of course, to katesque for not letting me give up.



The Patil twins have been teasing him all day. They might not realize they've been doing it, but that doesn't make it any less true.

Seamus Finnigan has always fancied Padma Patil. Well, really more like he fancies both the Patil twins: Padma and Parvati. But, he'd happily take either of them. Or, ideally, both of them. It had started on his first day of Hogwarts, watching them with their dark, glossy heads together, giggling and whispering, as they waited for the Sorting to begin. Everyone else had been nervous, but Seamus? He was busy falling in love.

He’d always had an eye for exotic women, ever since his Da first took him to the Muggle cinema to see a Bollywood film. Even though there wasn’t anything physical between any of the actors, there was something about the dusky beauty of the actresses in it that made Seamus feel all tingly inside. Years later, it still did.

He’d hoped both Padma and Parvati would be Sorted into Gryffindor with him, having already decided that they’re the two prettiest girls in their entire year. Surprisingly, Padma wound up in Ravenclaw while Parvati ended up in his house. Surprising because they’re identical twins: dark haired and nubile with identical figures in nearly identical robes, identical tongues licking identical lips. Identical voices. "Hi, Seamus." His cock automatically twitches at the sound. Even after five years, he can’t control his reaction to them, and he can’t handle much more of this.

Slipping away, he finds his way into the North Tower, up the ladder into Professor Trelawney’s classroom. Luckily, it’s vacant today. The room is perfect to have a wank in, warm with soft chairs to relax in, the air heavy with incense and perfume. Just the place to daydream about two beautiful girls without interruption.

He loosens his trousers and frees his cock, already rock-hard, a drop of pre-cum on the head, and begins to touch himself. He imagines Padma and Parvati alone in the girls’ bathroom, locking the door behind them before they embrace, two sets of identical lips melding together in a torrid kiss, two sets of identical hands roaming over two identical lush bodies, touching and caressing. Padma tugging off her sister’s jumper and unbuttoning the crisp white shirt underneath, as Parvati reaches under Padma’s skirt, cupping the curves of her pert arse, sliding beneath the elastic of her damp knickers.

Padma’s tongue snakes out, pink and pointed, to lick against her twin’s neck, kisses trailing down her chest and into the valley between her ample breasts, causing Parvati to sigh and moan. The shirt gets tossed away carelessly, followed by Parvati’s bra, baring her breasts, her nipples large and dark. Parvati’s nimble fingers ease Padma’s knickers down over her hips, playing against the thatch of thick black curls and then finally, down between her swollen lips, to tease the hard nub of her clit.

Squeezing his eyes shut, Seamus tightens his fist around his cock and imagines two of Parvati’s fingers thrusting deep inside her sister’s cunt, hot and wet, as Padma gasps, her dark eyes growing wide. He strokes himself in time with each of Parvati’s thrusts, groaning in tandem with Padma’s cries.

Padma buries her face between her sister’s breasts to stifle her moans, her hands caressing and kneading the soft flesh, tweaking and pulling at her already hard nipples. She moans in protest as Parvati removes her fingers and drops to her knees, backing Padma against the hard, cold tile wall.

Before she can protest further, Parvati pushes her thighs apart, burying her face between them. The tip of her tongue flicks against Padma’s clit, finger tips smearing her juices along her inner thighs and between her arse cheeks, pressing against the tight ring of muscle she finds there.

Seamus is pounding his cock so hard now that it hurts, the skin on his palms stinging from the friction. He bites at his lower lip and groans again, head thrown back, the thought of the two girls together driving him towards the brink.

Parvati’s finger pushes in up to the first joint, causing Padma to whimper as her twin moves in slow, gentle circles. Her hips buck up. Parvati sucks Padma's clit, fluttering her tongue against it as her finger slides in further, to the second joint. Padma cries out again, arching her back. She buries her fingers in Parvati’s hair, yanking it as she pushes her cunt against her sister’s face.

Parvati continues to lap at her sister’s clit, catching it between her teeth and sucking hard, driving her finger in harder and deeper now, in, then out, building up a steady rhythm with the grinding of Padma’s hips.

Padma shifts and moans, letting go of Parvati’s tresses to run her hands up her lithe body, palming her breasts through the thin fabric of her blouse. She squeezes and caresses herself, twisting and tugging at the hard peaks of her nipples as she tightens her thighs around Parvati’s head.

Driving her finger into Padma’s arse, all the way up to the knuckle, Parvati uses her free hand to shove her sister’s thighs farther apart. She licks her way down, thrusting her tongue roughly inside Padma’s slick cunt.

Padma begins to shudder, tearing at her clothing, and thrashes against the wall. Begging for release, she cries and pleas and moans, her hips rocking desperately against Parvati. Her sister is relentless, refusing to stop until she’s brought her twin over the edge. Finally, with a strangled cry, Padma climaxes, flailing and convulsing, her knees threatening to give way beneath her.

Seamus’s cock feels raw as he pants and gasps, aching for his own release. He feels like he’s ready to explode, and then, finally, blessedly, he comes. Wave after wave courses through him until he’s spent, lying limp against the overstuffed chair, fighting for breath. It takes a few moments before he can pick up his wand and clean himself up. Hastily, he yanks up his rumpled trousers, heading back down towards the Gryffindor Common Room.

“Hi, Seamus,” he hears a pair of identical feminine voices call and looks up to see Padma and Parvati grinning at him. His cheeks burn as his cock twitches and he thinks that maybe, just maybe, next time, he'll ask the twins to go up to the Divination Tower with him.