Fantasy #14 for irana
Once again, I'd like to apologize for the technical difficulties of this morning. We now return to our regular porny schedule.
Title: Do It For Him Author:amightypenguin Recipient:irana Pairing: Surprise Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 5385 Summary: Three isn’t really a crowd… Disclaimer: I don’t own anything here. I wish I did! Highlight for Warnings: *porntasticness* AN: (optional) Big thanks to sassy_cissa for the beta and help!
“Come on,” Bill murmured, nuzzling Harry’s ear as they lay tangled in the sheets of their bed.
“I told you mine.”
“With no prompting from me,” Harry said with a laugh. “I didn’t start it.”
“I’m curious,” Bill replied, pulling back a bit. “It can’t be that bad.”
Harry rolled his eyes and stared at his ceiling. No, it wasn’t bad. As a matter of fact, as far as fantasies went, it was pretty normal. He just didn’t want Bill to get the wrong idea. Bill, still seeing Harry’s hesitation, sat up and turned to him. Crossing his legs underneath himself, he gave Harry a contemplative look.
“Does it involve…chains?” he asked.
Startled, Harry snorted. “No.”
“Food?”
“No.”
“Toys?”
“We already do that, Bill.”
“Right,” Bill bit his lower lip, looking deliciously adorable. Harry grinned in spite of himself. As far as lovers went, he’d hit the jackpot. Not only was Bill great in bed, but he was a good person as well. He balanced Harry perfectly. When Harry would fall into a melancholy mood, which happened more than people thought, Bill would pull him back. When Harry became unaccountably angry, Bill would calm him down.
He was also incredibly open-minded. This wasn’t the first conversation they’d had about fantasies. This time was different, however, because they’d pretty much tried everything they could think of and Bill could sense, with that weird way he had, that Harry was hiding something.
“Whips?”
“Whips?” Harry repeated incredulously. “Absolutely not!”
“I’m just trying to think about what would be so horrible that you couldn’t even vocalize it,” Bill said.
“It’s not horrible!” Harry snapped. “It’s just not a big priority!”
Harry huffed and turned his back to his lover, suddenly wishing the conversation was over. Why did it matter? Why did Bill always have to push?
The mattress dipped behind him and suddenly a long, freckled arm wrapped around him. Bill nuzzled Harry’s neck, breathing lightly on the skin and making him shiver.
“I know it’s not a big priority,” Bill whispered. “But I love seeing you get what you want, and I’m here to give it to you. Don’t you trust me?”
Harry sighed and laced his fingers together with Bill’s much larger ones. Did he dare say it? Did he dare…admit that he had those thoughts?
“You have to swear not to jump to conclusions,” Harry warned, tightening his hand.
“I swear,” Bill replied.
Harry took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and said, “Iwanabeinathrsm.”
“Sorry,” Bill said, his shaking chest proving he was trying not to laugh. “I didn’t catch that.”
“Gods,” Harry groaned. “I want to be in a threesome!”
Bill, in a move that was entirely un-Bill-like, didn’t say a word. He was silent for so long that Harry feared he had done exactly what he had been afraid of – offended his lover. He finally turned to face the other man, bracing himself for rejection. But Bill didn’t look angry. Instead, he looked thoughtful.
“Well?” Harry said uncertainly.
Bill’s sky-blue eyes turned to his and he smiled. “Sorry,” he said. “I was just thinking about who would be the best to join us.”
“You…You’re not angry?” Harry asked.
“Angry?” Bill echoed, looking confused. “Why would I be angry?”
Harry shifted uncomfortably, turning his attention back to the ceiling. “I was worried that you’d think I was trying to replace you or something.”
“I don’t think that at all, Harry,” Bill said soothingly, setting his head on Harry’s shoulder. “I know what you want.”
“Do you?” Harry asked, amused.
“Oh, I do,” Bill murmured. His mouth traveled to Harry’s ear. “You want to feel skin on all sides. You want me to watch you, and you want to watch me.”
Harry shuddered. How did the man know exactly what was going on in Harry’s brain without him having to say a word? Bill wrapped his arm around him again and pulled him close.
“I’d love to watch you with someone else,” Bill said lowly. “I’d love to watch someone else take you and have you look at me the whole time.”
Harry moaned, the image sending heat straight to his groin. Bill’s hand slid beneath the covers and ghosted over Harry’s hips.
“Would you like to watch me with another?” Bill asked, dipping his fingers beneath Harry’s pajama bottoms. “Would you like to see me pound into someone else while I watch you touch yourself?”
Harry groaned and turned his head, capturing Bill’s lips roughly. They could talk about it later, but now he needed Bill’s mouth to do something other than talk. Bill allowed him to take over his mouth for just long enough for Harry to reach that lovely moment when he stopped thinking before pulling back.
“Come on,” Bill said with a light smack to Harry’s arse. “We gotta get moving to make it to McGonagall’s funeral.”
~*~
Neville couldn’t believe that McGonagall was really gone. She’d survived two wars and countless years as a teacher and Headmistress. She’d been his teacher, friend, and accomplice. She helped him get his current job, had given him the focus in his life, and the courage to be a better man.
And he hadn’t even been able to say goodbye.
He’d brought endangered Spider Lilies from Argentina, where he’d been when he’d heard the news of her death, and laid them on her grave. True, it was probably illegal to do such a thing, be he knew it was worth it.
Now at the Weasley house, he just felt like an outsider. Most of his friends hadn’t even said hello. He was getting a lot of looks, but not many were talking to him. Well, he supposed, it had been nearly six years since he’d seen any of them.
His job had him traveling the world in search of new plant specimens and had helped him lose the baby fat that had followed him through most of his life. He never had imagined himself climbing mountains or searching deep into the jungle for weeks at a time. It was grueling, solitary work, but it had made him very self-sufficient.
There was deep laughter off to his left and he looked up to see Harry and Bill close together and smiling. Neville sighed and looked back at the pond.
It had been the shock of his life to learn that his friend was not only gay, but dating Bill Weasley. Everyone knew of the nasty divorce from that French girl, but no one had realized why until a year later when it came out that Harry Potter was the new significant other of the eldest Weasley, thereby revealing that he was gay.
The papers had had a field day, but Harry kept his chin up. Neville had decided then that it was only fair that he come out himself, though no one was really that surprised. He wasn’t sure to be relieved or offended by that.
He didn’t admit, and never would, that Harry had always been the object of his most secret fantasies. There was no point when he was already taken by someone else and obviously happy. No, Neville would always keep thoughts and wishes to himself.
He was no match for Bill Weasley in any way. He watched the two of them together on the other side of the pond, walking side by side and talking with their heads close together. Bill was older, more experienced, and infinitely more attractive even with his scars marring one side of his face. The scars didn’t bother Neville. It was the air about Bill that Neville didn’t exactly trust. He’d always had this impression of being a tightly leashed animal. From what he could remember, Harry was more of a low-key and leisurely bloke; Bill was more animated.
And more sensual.
He had only to walk and he had a sexual quality about him. Everyone could see it, and Neville was no exception. Immediately after the war, whenever they were in the same room together for functions or banquets, Neville had always watched him secretly. He was a warm-blooded gay man, wasn’t he? Why shouldn’t he notice Bill’s hips, hands, lips, and scorching blue eyes?
Because he belonged to Harry.
Again, Neville felt a surge of guilt for thinking of either of them as anything other then his friend. Sure, he hadn’t gotten laid in a while, but that was no excuse to have sexual thoughts about his friends.
“Hey, Neville!”
Speak of the devil. Neville looked up and smiled warmly as Harry hurried over, followed closely by Bill.
“Heya, Harry,” Neville said as Harry enveloped him in a hug. Gods, he even smelled sexy. Harry’s chin barely reached his shoulder, but his arms were strong enough to push all the air out of his lungs.
“I’m sorry I didn’t say hello sooner,” Harry said as he pulled back. “I just didn’t even recognize you!”
“What do you mean?” Neville asked self-consciously.
“You…well.” Harry shrugged, and looked him over quickly. “You look quite…fit. How’ve you been? What’s the world like these days?”
They talked for a good hour out there by the pond, sitting on the ground and looking over the lake as they chatted. It seemed that Bill had been to a lot of the places that Neville had, and they exchanged stories from their travels while Harry listened.
The conversation started out platonic enough. But Neville couldn’t help but notice the strange looks Bill was giving him. Harry appeared oblivious, which was probably a good thing, but Neville was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. Bill would be completely normal one moment, and then sending low, hot looks the next.
Neville’s shirt collar was feeling a little tighter with each passing second.
Soon it wasn’t just Bill. Harry was sending him peculiar looks as well. Not heated looks, but calculated ones.
What was going on?
They continued the conversation as though nothing was amiss, but Neville continually stumbled over his words whenever he tried to look at either of them while speaking.
And then Bill touched him.
It wasn’t anything lascivious. Just a brush of fingertips over Neville’s arm, but it was enough to have Neville’s nerves completely on edge.
And then as Harry spoke (and for the life of him, Neville had no idea what he was talking about), he trailed his hand over Neville’s knee.
Heat pooled in Neville’s abdomen and moved down to his crotch, resulting in the beginnings of an erection that Neville really didn’t want. He began to breathe too hard through his nose unconsciously while they continued to touch him. Over his knees, shoulders, arms, hands. His jeans grew tighter and he started to sweat. Bill’s hand moved uncomfortably close to his crotch and Neville decided he had to leave NOW.
“I have to go,” he squeaked and made to jump up to his feet, but to his shock, two sets of firm hands held him down.
“We’d rather you didn’t,” Bill said lowly.
Neville went rigid as one of those firm hands traveled to his cock. He looked down in astonishment at the freckled hand fondling him through his trousers.
“I think you want to stay just where you are,” Bill murmured. “I think you want to sit here while Harry and I touch you.”
“Wh-why are you doing this?” Neville gasped.
“Because we want you,” Harry said, leaning into Neville’s side and watching Bill’s hand.
“And we think you could use some cheering up,” Bill said.
Neville had no response to that. Bill was barely even moving his hand and Neville was more turned on than he’d ever been in his life. Half of him demanded what the bloody hell he was thinking while the other half, the half that was connected with his cock, told him to stay where he was and not move in the foreseeable future.
Harry gently took Neville’s chin in his hand and turned his head so that Neville was looking into those astonishing green eyes hidden behind ridiculous wire-rimmed glasses.
“Is this okay?” Harry asked.
Neville couldn’t verbally respond, so he just nodded frantically. Harry smiled and Neville felt lips on his neck from his other side, causing him to jump.
“Someone will see us!” he said quickly.
“I know,” Bill said. “That’s part of the fun. But you’re right…perhaps marking you with my mouth outside my childhood home is a little bit much.”
“Having your hand on his prick doesn’t help much, either,” Harry said.
“True,” Bill replied, removing his hand. Neville whined, arching his hips up helplessly.
“Oh, don’t worry,” Harry whispered. “We have plans for you. Lots of plans.”
“Plans where you’re on your knees,” Bill said into his ear.
“Where you’re on your back,” Harry continued.
“You fucking Harry.”
“Bill fucking you.”
“You fucking Harry while I’m fucking you.”
Neville was panting. His body ached, his crotch throbbed, and his heart pounded. Surely they heard it? Neither was touching him and yet he felt a moment away from coming in his pants.
“Would you like that?” Bill whispered wickedly. “Would you like to be in the middle?”
“Or would you like to watch?” Harry asked. “You wanna watch Bill fuck me into the mattress? Can’t you hear it?”
He could. He could hear the meaty sound of flesh striking flesh, of deep groans and sharp cries.
“I want to watch you take Harry,” Bill said. “I want to see it; you inside of him making him moan.”
Neville mindlessly rocked his hips against air, visualizing what they said.
Harry leaned in close so that his lips brushed Neville’s ear. “I want to be in your mouth.”
“Oh, God,” Neville gasped.
“And I want you to be in my mouth,” Bill whispered.
To Neville’s eternal embarrassment, that was all it took. They didn’t touch him at all. He convulsed slightly as he erupted in his trousers. Hot and cold sparks exploded all over his body, causing him to gasp sharply. The last thing he saw before the world went black was Harry’s green-eyed gaze burning into his.
~*~
“Are you sure you didn’t do anything to him?”
“Why do you keep asking me that?”
“Because he passed out!”
“You’ve blacked out after an orgasm.”
“Yeah, but that was after you’d kept me from coming for about two hours.”
Neville opened his eyes slowly and tried to blink away the disorientation he felt. His body was oddly heavy, languid, and his vision was slightly fuzzy. He sat up a bit and looked around. His vision cleared and then tunneled when he looked across the cozy sitting room and found Harry and Bill watching him from two chairs opposite him.
He bolted up straight and swung his legs down from the couch he’d been reclined on. He looked about frantically, barely taking notice of the bookshelves, or the cluttered surfaces piled with scrolls and parchment.
“Calm down, Nev,” Harry said soothingly.
“W-what am I doing here?” Neville asked. “Where is ‘here’?”
“You’re at our flat,” Bill replied, relaxing back in his navy blue armchair. “We thought it best not to leave you unconscious on my parent’s back lawn.”
“Unconscious?” Neville repeated. “Why was I…” It all came back to him in a rush; their voices, their hands, their mouths so close… “Oh dear God.”
He must have shown the panic and embarrassment he was feeling because Harry leaned forward and said hurriedly, “Now don’t panic. It was our fault.”
“What?” Neville couldn’t seem to think properly. Every time he did, he was pulled back to the memory of the two men across from him seducing him with only words.
“Well, my fault really,” Harry continued. “Y’see, I told Bill that one of my fantasies was to be in a threesome-”
“What?” Neville squeaked.
“-and we saw you and thought it might be fun if you joined us.”
Neville couldn’t speak for a moment. When he did, all he could manage was, “What?”
It appeared his vocabulary had deteriorated into one word.
“Do you have any idea just how sexy you are?” Bill purred. He had that look back in his eyes, the look he had when he’d been murmuring naughty things into Neville’s ear.
“Wait - stop it,” Neville said quickly, holding out his hands. “Just…stop. Don’t I get a say in this? Maybe I don’t want to…to be in a threesome.”
Bill raised a fiery eyebrow and said nothing while Harry looked crestfallen. Suddenly feeling like a prat, Neville rubbed his eyes.
“I think you do, Nev,” Bill said. “You came in your pants just from us talking.”
“Don’t,” Neville said shortly, pointing at Bill, “ever mention that again.”
Bill grinned. Harry, meanwhile, sat forward a bit more.
“Why not, Nev?” he asked. “We trust you. Merlin knows we’re attracted to you. Are you seeing someone, is that it?”
“Oh, no, I’m not seeing anyone,” Neville replied. “It’s just that…I haven’t…”
“Are you a virgin?” Bill asked patiently.
“No! No, I’ve been with someone but it’s been such a long time… And now to be propositioned by two people… It’s just quite a bit to take in.”
Harry nodded, but Neville could see the determination in his friend’s eyes, making him feel like he was a problem that needed to be solved. He shifted uncomfortably, very much aware that two sets of eyes were watching his every move.
He wanted to; Gods did he want to. But what about their friendship? How could it ever be the same if they went through with this? How would he ever be able to look into Harry’s eyes again?
“Please, Nev,” Harry said. “I know you’re the right one for this.”
“How do you know?” Neville demanded. “For all you know, I could be a shitty fuck.”
“I don’t believe that.” This came from Bill. “I refuse to believe that.”
Neville scrubbed his hands through his hair. Someone, no two people, were practically begging him for sex. Wouldn’t the world be shocked if it ever found out? Neville Longbottom was considered sexy.
He heard movement across from him but didn’t look up from the floor. He needed to leave. He wouldn’t compromise his friendship with Harry. Before he could move, however, Bill was kneeling in front of him.
“What are you-”
“Hush,” Bill said sharply. “You are going to sit there while I give you the blowjob of your life.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“I said hush,” Bill admonished.
Neville gapped at him as his long, freckled fingers reached out and deftly undid Neville’s belt. Neville grabbed his hands, stopping him before he could unbutton his trousers.
“I can’t,” he whispered. “I just can’t.”
“Yes, you can,” Bill murmured back. Those blue eyes…they were hypnotic. “Relax. Make Harry’s fantasy come true. Do it for him.”
Of all the things he could have said, of all the entreaties that he could have come up with, that was the only that would work. Neville would do anything for Harry, even die for him. By comparison, sex wasn’t too much to ask. Staring into those vivid blue eyes, he gave an infinitesimal nod.
Neville loosened his grip on Bill’s hands and watched, strangely numb, as Bill went on to open Neville’s trousers. He looked helplessly at Harry. The other man was perched rigid in his chair, watching his lover’s hands on Neville’s crotch. He didn’t look angry, thank God. He looked… fascinated.
Bill’s hands slid into the sides of Neville’s trousers and pulled. Neville raised his hips off the couch and couldn’t stop his blush when his naked lap was exposed.
“Wow, Nev,” Harry said appreciatively. Neville blushed harder.
Bill slid the trousers and pants off all the way and grabbed his shoes. He efficiently removed everything in one go, leaving Neville completely naked from the waist down. He was expecting some time to adjust and so was shocked into crying out when Bill lunged at his soft cock and enveloped it in a hot, wet mouth.
He worked furiously, sending Neville from soft to hard in a record time. Neville was aware of the noises escaping his throat as Bill sucked, lapped, and swallowed around him. He bit his lips shut, but that only worked for a moment.
Bill knew what he was doing and it had been so long since Neville had any sexual contact other than his hand that he was on the brink in only a matter of minutes. Bill seemed to realize this and without stopping, wrapped one of his large hands around the base of Neville’s cock in a firm grip, blocking off any chance of release quite yet.
“God, not fair,” Neville rasped.
In one long movement, Bill sucked him from base to tip before releasing him with a pop.
“Don’t want it over before it begins, now do I?” he said wickedly. Neville couldn’t answer. His mouth was suddenly taken over by Harry, who was standing behind the couch. He pulled Neville’s head back and ravaged his lips, biting, sucking, and lapping at them. Neville’s heart surged in his chest. He was kissing Harry… and it was wonderful. He moaned into his mouth and reached up to tangle his hand into that unruly mass of black hair.
“Neville,” Harry groaned.
Bill released his cock and Neville bucked his hips up, searching for any kind of contact.
“Bedroom,” Bill said. “Much more comfortable.”
Neville didn’t give any resistance as Bill pulled him up from the couch, away from Harry’s lips. He’d get them back soon enough. Bill tugged him from the sitting room, down a hallway lined with photos that he’d have to look at later and into a bedroom. The blinds were up, allowing sunshine to stream in. It seemed right, somehow, that the sun should be shining when they all came together.
His perusal was cut short when Bill turned to him and cupped his face. Blue eyes held his own as the redhead leaned forward. Bill’s kiss was smooth, patient, and gentle. He pulled Neville deeper by degrees until he was completely boneless and Bill was holding him up in his strong arms.
Then he was gone. Neville, who had shut his eyes, swayed a little. Nimble fingers went to work on his shirt and soon it was pushed off his shoulders and down his arms. Hands caressed him; lips kissed the skin on his chest, back, arms, and neck.
Then more soft lips were on his. These came from lower, so it was Harry. He didn’t plunder this time, he gave. Their lips moved together in perfect harmony and Neville sighed when he felt Bill’s powerful form behind him, pressing close. He was still wearing his clothes. Neville could almost feel the buttons on his shirt pressing into his skin.
Without opening his eyes, Neville reached out to Harry and caressed his neck as their lips opened to invite tongues. His hands slid down and pulled apart the buttons along the front of Harry’s shirt. Once opened, he spread his hands on his skin, feeling the heat and the pounding of Harry’s heart under his ribs.
Neville pulled back and opened his eyes finally to drink in the sight of Harry. His shirt was opened all down the front, revealing a smooth chest and defined muscle, which moved with each of his breaths. Neville reached out and brushed the shirt off his shoulders and Harry shrugged it off, revealing his arms. Immediately, Neville felt the need to touch. His fingers skimmed the velvety skin and he delighted in the goose bumps that formed.
Bill reached around him and set to work on Harry’s trousers as Neville continued to explore. He traced Harry’s collarbone, his neck, his sternum. It was perfect; beautiful. He was a work of art. When Bill finished with the fastenings, Harry slithered out of his trousers and pants, proudly revealing himself. His beauty never ends, does it?
His muscles sloped down into a V, pointing right at his rigid arousal. Unable to help himself, Neville touched it. Harry quivered and sighed, reaching out to Neville’s hips to hold himself steady.
He was steel wrapped in velvet; as hard as one could possibly go. Neville touched him lightly, stroking gently. Harry’s eyes rolled into his head and he moved his hips into Neville’s hand.
“I want to watch you,” Bill murmured. Neville groaned. “May I?”
Neville couldn’t speak; he could only nod. Harry stepped away from him and moved to the bed, his eyes bright with anticipation. He moved to his hands and knees, but Neville moved over and stopped him, instead motioning him to his back. Harry settled back and Neville dropped to his knees next to the bed. He had to taste… He had to.
Harry arched with an inarticulate cry as Neville took him into his mouth. His hands reached blindly toward him, and Neville caught them with his own. Harry laced their fingers together and held on tight as Neville worked him with his lips and tongue. He tasted sweet, and Neville couldn’t get enough. He sucked and licked, bobbing his head and squeezing his fingers with Harry’s.
Harry made the most spectacular noises; groans, whimpers, gasps. His hips began to roll in time with Neville’s mouth and he pulled back. Harry whined low in his throat. Neville stood and crawled onto the bed, pulling Harry up higher with him.
Harry reached over to the bedside table and pulled from the top drawer a small bottle. He handed it silently to Neville and laid back onto the white counterpane. Neville twisted the top off and poured lube onto his fingers and moved in-between Harry’s thighs. Settling on his knees, he worked his hand over Harry’s cock for a moment before trailing his fingers downward. Harry’s breathing was slow and deep, his eyes were half-lidded and watching him closely. When Neville rubbed his fingertip over Harry’s opening, Harry sighed and arched a little.
Neville teased him for many long moments; rubbing and circling, but never penetrating. "Please,” Harry begged. “Please!”
Neville complied, pressing one slick finger within him. He was so hot, so tight. Neville groaned along with Harry as he pushed in to the base of his finger.
“More, please,” Harry gasped.
Neville slowly worked more of his fingers inside, not wanting to hurt him. Harry groaned and arched into his hand, writhing on the three fingers inside of him.
“Stop teasing me!” Harry said. “Please…more.”
“You’re sure?” Neville asked, anticipation building in his gut.
“I want you inside me,” Harry panted. “I really do. Please!”
Unable to speak once again, Neville only nodded. He removed his hand and slicked himself up liberally. Leaning forward, he propped himself on his left arm above Harry. Looking down into those incredible green eyes, he positioned himself and pressed in.
The tightness and heat he’d felt around his fingers was nothing to feeling it around his cock. He shuddered out a sigh, closing his eyes. Harry’s arms wrapped around him and held him tight as he pushed further, deeper. Fully seated, he went still.
His heart pounded in time with Harry’s. He could feel it mirroring his own because their chests were pressed tight together. Harry’s breath fanned across Neville’s face, cooling the sweat that he didn’t even know had been rolling from his temples. Opening his eyes, he saw sweat in Harry’s hairline as well. They watched each other; mouths open and eyes wide.
And then Harry murmured, “More.”
They moved together like two dancers who knew the same exact steps. Slowly, perfectly, they took their time. Neville rocked his hips leisurely. Harry pulled him down and took his mouth once more and their bodies never stopped moving.
Neville didn’t jump when he felt more hands on him. When those hands touched his back, he arched into them and groaned against Harry’s mouth. A mouth played with his spine, licking and nibbling each vertebra all the way down until a tongue dipped down, down to his opening. Neville cried out and buried his face in Harry’s neck as that devious tongue plundered and twisted. Harry caressed his back and nuzzled his ear as Bill continued to torment his arse. Then the mouth vanished only to appear by his ear.
“Sit up,” Bill murmured. He complied and sat back his heels, sliding Harry with him. “You’re so gorgeous together. I could watch for ages, but I want more. Can I have more, Neville?”
With the question, Neville felt fingers at his entrance. He groaned and said, “Oh, yes.”
Bill’s fingers were long and nimble. He knew just where to touch, how hard Neville liked it. Neville gyrated his hips back into those agile digits while still inside Harry, succeeding in pleasuring them both. But those dexterous fingers soon disappeared, only to be replaced with something much larger.
Neville bore down and gritted his teeth against the initial pain. It didn’t last long, however. He was too aroused, too languid, to feel pain for too long. Bill pushed all the way in until there was no more, until his front was flush with Neville’s back.
It was too much; it was not enough. He was full and embedded in a beautiful tightness, but he needed movement. He needed more.
As if hearing his thoughts, Bill pulled back. Neville groaned deep in his chest and shut his eyes tight. It was incredible. Bill then thrust forward, propelling Neville into Harry. All three cried out together. Bill set the pace; slower backward and harder forward. He slid his hands under Neville’s arms and wrapped them around him, holding him tight. He could feel Bill panting into his hair, hear Harry moaning, and taste the sweat slipping over his face and into his open mouth.
“So beautiful,” Harry gasped. Neville opened his eyes and saw that Harry was looking at him and Bill together. “So perfect.”
He reached up and Neville easily pulled him up so that he was perched on his thighs, going deeper within him. They sighed together and Harry wrapped his legs around both him and Bill. They moved together, a unit, slowly building speed as they tasted their release mounting within them.
Harry pressed his mouth to Neville’s neck in a sweet kiss before arching back. Neville caught him before he fell onto the bed. His muscles stood out sharply; the tendons in his neck straining. He arched further and further, bending almost backward completely. And then he cried out one last time as his body spasmed around Neville’s cock. He came on his own stomach, on Neville’s chest. It was the most erotic thing Neville had ever seen. Harry groaned and went limp. Neville eased him onto the bed and off of his arousal, smiling slightly when Harry looked at him with a grin.
Before either of them could say anything, Bill thrust forward again and hit directly on Neville’s prostate. He gasped and writhed, pushing himself back into Bill.
“Tell me what you need,” Bill said harshly.
“Harder,” Neville gasped. “I need it harder; I need to come.”
Bill gave him harder, though not rough. He thrust deep, pulling Neville with him each time. He reached behind himself and grabbed Bill’s arms, wrapping them around him. They each held on tight as the pace increased. His eyes were closed again; he was mindless except for the pleasure Bill gave him. His head fell back onto Bill’s shoulder and stayed there as they continued to move. Bill bit lightly into the side of his neck and that’s all it took for Neville.
He erupted. There was no other word for it. His body felt like it exploded. His muscles jerked, his stomach dropped, and his skin tightened. He came and it was glorious. Behind him, Bill went rigid and groaned into his neck.
They went limp at the same time, falling sideways. Bill still had his arms around him. In front of him, Harry sat up and moved closer. Neville could see his come on Harry’s thighs and hips and felt very pleased with himself. More arms wrapped around him and he found himself between two men who, not a day before, he thought he’d never have a chance with.
He didn’t feel awkward, or tense. He felt wanted. He was where he should be for the time. He was sticky, sweaty, and perfectly content.