Title: Flatmates: Whatever He Wants (Part 8/9)
Author: sdk
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing/Characters: Harry/Draco, Ron/Hermione, Harry/Draco/Ron/Hermione
Rating: NC-17
Length/Word Count: 733 words for this part.
Warnings/Content: more blow jobs, cunnilingus, anal
Summary: Draco enjoys his gift.
Notes: Written for adventdrabbles and dedicated to the lovely torino10154 who requested some Harry/Draco/Ron/Hermione an embarrassingly long time ago. Happy Christmas, bb! <3
This will be a series of 9 ficlets. Unbeta'd, so please forgive and/or point out any mistakes/errors you find!
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.

Link to Part 1: Flatmates: Prologue
Link to Part 2: Flatmates: Breakfast
Link to Part 3: Flatmates: When in Doubt, Fake it
Link to Part 4: Flatmates: Caught
Link to Part 5: Flatmates: Possibilities
Link to Part 6: Flatmates: Christmas Eve
Link to Part 7: Flatmates: Draco's Gift


Flatmates: Whatever He Wants


Draco was lost in sensation. At first he’d closed his eyes and just enjoyed the softness of Hermione’s lips wrapped around his cock, but the next time he looked, Ron was there, nudging her over, then Draco was engulfed again by his eager mouth. The differences between their experience levels was obvious, but Ron was enthusiastic, sliding his hand beneath Draco’s shaft to roll Draco’s balls around in that gigantic palm of his. Draco felt a scraping of teeth just above the head and Ron flushed and withdrew, with a mumbled, “Hermione does that sometimes. I like it.” Draco clenched his fingers into Weasley red hair and moaned, “Don’t stop now-”

“You’re as bossy as her,” he said. Draco heard a round of chuckles at that, but Ron’s mouth was on his cock again so Draco didn’t care. His eyes slid closed and Ron swallowed him whole.

*

The next time Draco managed to open his eyes, he noticed someone had spelled the couch into a bed. Harry knelt behind Ron, thrusting three fingers into his arse, and Hermione stood above Draco, feet planted on either side of his hips with a particular grin on her lips. Draco would have been scared if Ron wasn’t currently turning his brain to mush by sucking each one of his balls in turn.

“It’s time I taught you a little bit about straight sex, hmm?” With that, Hermione grabbed Draco’s head and pulled him between her legs. “Now lick--yes--just like that. You can go a little harder now--good-”

As Draco followed her instructions, licking her folds, dipping his tongue inside for a swirl until he finally found the little round nub she directed him to, he found himself mimicking Ron’s pace before, thrusting his tongue inside with the rhythm of Ron’s mouth. He heard a muffled moan, then Hermione’s voice became quite breathy. He slid a finger beneath his tongue and slid it in and out until he felt her spasm, her fingers tightening unbearably in his hair.

“You have been listening in, haven’t you,” Hermione said after a few moments of heavy breaths. Draco just looked up at her and smirked.

*

Draco lay along the extended couch, legs spread open to where Harry stood at the end, eyes raking over him appreciatively. There was a fire in his eyes; if Draco hadn’t already been hard as a rock and aching to come, he would be just by looking at the way Harry gazed hungrily at him.

“What do you want, Draco?” he rasped.

Ron and Hermione stood next to him, Hermione’s fingers coiled loosely around Ron’s cock; Ron’s hand occasionally brushed over her pert nipples. Draco knew he could ask for anything he wanted; he could take Ron or Hermione with just a word if he pleased, but the moment Harry asked, he only wanted one thing.

He extended his arm, and Harry grasped his hand, lacing their fingers together.

“I want you,” he said. “Fuck me, Harry.”

*

Harry didn’t bother with much preparation. Some lube, one finger, then two and the blessed feel of his tongue swirling around Draco’s hole for a bare moment, and then Harry was atop him, pushing Draco’s knees to his chest, his slick cock seeking entrance. Draco spied Ron and Hermione over his shoulders; Ron had braced Hermione against the wall and was thrusting wildly, but then his vision went dark as soon as Harry breached him, so slow and sure, milking the burn until he was fully seated. It was only then that Draco realised he’d closed his eyes and had whispered, “Harry.”

Harry tried to take it slow, but the whole night had been too much; Draco’s entire body yearned with the need for faster--harder--anything. He scrambled to grab Harry’s hips, pleading with his fingers, clenching Harry’s cock tightly inside him, begging for Harry to please take him as rough as Draco needed. Harry groaned and thrust faster, falling forward between the vee of Draco’s knees, his stomach providing all the friction Draco needed as they rocked together. Harry pressed his forehead to Draco’s, his voice ragged and breathy all at once.

“Come for me, Draco,” he said. “Come for me.” Draco couldn’t refuse. The pleasure coiled up inside him until it reached a perfect burn, then he let it all go, coming in great gasps against Harry’s lips.



Link to Part 9: Flatmates: Afterglow


This will conclude tomorrow with the final part. Thank you so much for reading!








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