hpsauce (hpsauce) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2009-05-20 15:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2009, author: hpsauce, kink: partially clothed sex, kink: snowballing, kink: threesome, remus/harry, remus/ron |
LMOM#20 - Denial
Title: Denial
Author: hpsauce
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Harry/Ron
Kink(s): threesome, snowballing, partially-clothed sex
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2009
Word count: 1514
Notes: gala wanted a "straight" boy (Ron) being questioned by Remus and another (Harry). Voila.
If Ron feels the need to insist that he is straight one more time, Remus is quite sure Harry will deck him. He is quite tempted himself. It seems a fairly ridiculous statement to make, given the circumstances.
Harry smiles, running his hand across short, red hair. He presses their faces close together, their lips no more than an inch apart.
"I know," he says, the smile twisting into a playful smirk, almost Slytherin, "you're just curious."
They kiss, Harry's hands gently cradling Ron's head as Ron's hands bunch in the fabric of his shirt, pulling him close forcefully. Their bodies are pressed together, their shirts riding up where sticky skin meets sticky skin. Remus watches with a pleased and bemused smile.
They finally draw apart, Ron's lips parted, letting out soft pants for air. Harry smiles and leans back, pressing his lips to Remus'. He runs his hands along his back, pulling desperately at the hem of his shirt and slipping his cold hands onto the heated skin beneath.
Remus sighs into his mouth, loving the way Harry sucks desperately at his lips and tongue, the moans that are swallowed between their two mouths. He pulls at Harry's messy curls, guiding his head firmly.
They pull apart. Harry's smirk returns with a vengeance.
Ron blushes, his ears scarlet. He looks down at his socks as he shuffles forward.
Remus wraps an arm around his shoulder, drawing him close. He presses their lips together, softer and gentler than Harry prefers. His teeth tease Ron's lips but don't bite down. His tongue is hesitant, testing, teasing.
Ron groans after a moment, pulling Remus towards him. His fingers scramble across his back and arms, touching everywhere that Harry has touched. His hands are large and calloused, their rough touches erase the sense memories of Harry's fingers. They linger over old scars, shiny and soft and sensitive. Remus moans into his mouth and Ron's fingers scratch his skin cruelly.
They pull apart, breathing deeply. Harry is flushed, stood between them. His eyes are glassy, his smile so wide that it almost reaches his ears on both sides. He looks over to Ron with a smirk.
"Still straight?" he asks.
Ron flushes. His hands, still stretched towards Remus' chest, fall to his sides. He scowls.
"No offense," he says, the universal warning that something awful is about to be said, "but I'm not a poof."
Harry laughs and Remus' lips twitch upwards into a smile at the sight of Ron's mortified face. Harry leans forward again. His hand cups Ron's hard cock through his trousers, giving it a pointed squeeze.
Ron turns his eyes up towards the ceiling, giving a shuddering gasp. Harry smirks, his fingers making quick work of Ron's fly. He pushes his trousers from his hips, his underpants follow.
Remus bites down on his moan as Harry runs a finger along the veins of Ron's cock. Ron pushes forwards into his hand, cock red against Harry's pale skin. Remus licks his lip absently, wanting to taste it.
Harry's other hand snakes around Ron's hips. The moment his intentions become clear, Ron's eyes flash and he tries his best to shift away.
"What's wrong?" Harry asks, "scared?"
Remus wonders if perhaps Harry's new-found friendship with Draco Malfoy might be a bad idea. The mocking tone he is adopting is far to similar to their schoolboy taunts. Nonetheless, they have never failed to rile Ron before.
"No," Ron growls. He closes his eyes and swallows. His Adam's apple bobs. His head is held high, as if awaiting an execution and not a sexual experience. Harry's hand wraps around his cock again, his other hand sliding down Ron's back. Ron shivers under his touch, chest shuddering, skin pink under his freckles. His hips twitch towards Harry's hand, uncontrolled. His thighs tremble.
"Remus?" he asks and Remus is thrown from his thoughts.
Harry is looking at him, eyes wide and green and unfocused without his glasses. His dark brows are drawn together.
For all his power, Harry is terrible at focusing his power. After the second time Harry had switched on all the lights in the village while attempting a lubrication charm, Remus had demanded that he leave the bedroom magic to his more experienced lover.
Remus walks around them, taking in their entwined bodies, Ron's hands on Harry's back, Harry's hand on Ron's cock, Harry's other hand brushing against Ron's arse.
Harry smiles at him and nods his head.
Remus places his wand against Harry hand and Harry rolls his eyes before gesturing towards Remus himself.
Remus swallows and then nods. It seems odd that Harry would be so insistent. Remus had expected him to jump at the chance of finally getting to top. Instead, he returns his attention to Ron, resting his dark head against a freckled shoulder as he pumps his cock, this other hand moving to rest against the small of his back, still and steady.
Remus mutters a quick charm before pressing a slick finger into Ron. The man groans loudly, leaning towards Harry. His whole body tenses and Remus raises his other hand to stroke against his hip, soothing, offering comfort. Ron relaxes.
Remus twists the finger around, searching. He adds a second, brushes them towards where he knows the prostate is. Ron squeaks, his whole body shuddering. His thighs quake. Harry's hand tightens against his back, making the skin around his fingers blanch and then redden as his fingers relax.
Harry's other hand appears, skating up Ron's back. It rests against his neck, fingers crooked, as he pulls him into a kiss. Remus adds a third finger, loving the sound of Ron's cries muffled by Harry's mouth. Ron shakes as he withdraws, his hands clinging to Harry's shoulders with enough force that his knuckles are colourless.
Remus mutters another charm, smoothing slick liquid over his cock. It's warm in his hand. His cock aches at the touch. He grips Ron's hip as tightly as he can with slick hands and pushes forward, pressing his face against his back.
Ron groans, his body shaking. Harry's hands grip his head harder, keeping him steady. Remus' fingers dig into his skin, unable to help himself. He is surrounded by tight heat. He gives a growl into Ron's neck and the man shudders, the movement squeezing Remus' cock even tighter.
His movements are slow. Ron shudders with every thrust, his hips held still by Remus' strong grip. He moans loudly into Harry's mouth, shouts blasphemies when he pulls away. His hands are everywhere, all over Harry's body and sometimes reaching back, pulling at Remus' hips as if to get him deeper than possible.
Harry falls back to his knees. Unmuffled, Ron's shouts are a litany of 'Merlin's and 'Fuck's. His eyes are squeezed closed, his lips parted in silent pants that get louder once Harry's mouth is over his cock. Harry's hands lie over Remus', stroking his fingers softly as Remus thrusts uncontrolled, his face buried in a tangle of red hair.
Ron comes with a shout less than a second before Remus. Remus clings to him as Ron clings to Harry. Harry rises, smirking. He leans over Ron's shoulder, presses his closed lips to Remus'. He tastes of Ron's come, bitter and salty, on Harry's tongue.
"Urgh," Ron mutters in disgust.
Remus smiles, pulling away from Harry. He lowers himself to his knees, clings to Harry's hips. He frees his cock from his slacks, cradling it in his hand, before he breathes softly on the head. He licks at it, teasing, before he takes it into his mouth.
Harry is desperate, he groans loudly, his hands rough as he guides Remus' movements. Remus sucks, twists his tongue, takes his whole length into his mouth. He hums around it, knowing the vibration makes Harry scream.
Harry thrusts blindly and Remus almost chokes. He pulls back slightly, only the head in his mouth, as Harry bucks forward. He comes with a weak moan, boneless.
Remus lifts his head and beckons Ron over. The boy kneels beside him, a look of apprehension on his face.
He kisses Ron, pushing Harry's come into his mouth. Ron gags slightly and Remus holds their mouths together. He strokes at the light hairs at the nape of his neck. Ron relaxes, kissing him back desperately, sucking at his lips and tongue.
They pull apart with a gasp. Ron flushes once again, ears crimson. He stumbles to his feet, shoulders raised in defense.
Harry smiles, leaning his head on Remus' shoulder. He strokes his hand up along his stomach, under the thin, damp material of his shirt. Remus shivers at his touch, sated and spent.
"I'm-," Ron says, looking torn, "I- It was alright."
He settles down by Remus' side and Remus pulls him close. Harry's fingers tangle with Ron's over Remus' scarred stomach, warm and complete. One of them, it might even have been Remus himself, summons a blanket when the air chills. Remus rests his head against Harry's dark hair and sighs as Ron curls closer into the embrace.
It's a start.