| Title: | Just Say the Word | Author: | Llama | Rating: | R/NC-17 | Pairing: | Harry/Fred/George, with a bit of Fred/George/Oliver Wood | Summary: | Fest: This piece was written for the Weasley Sibling FQF Challenge: Fred and George open their joke shop but with another shop underground, a sex toyshop. | Warnings: | Reference to sex toys, mild, and fleeting moment of paddling (mild). Main warning should possibly be for silliness. | Author's Notes: | | Story: |
"Harry! Long time no see!"
One of the twins slapped him on the back, taking him by surprise as he entered Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. He narrowly avoided tripping over a crate of Extendable Ears and...ugh, Extendable Noses, those were new since his last visit. The shop was more crowded every time he popped in; Fred and George were going to have serious space problems if they kept on inventing at this rate.
"Hi... Fred?" Like everyone else, Harry had difficulty telling the twins apart when they were together but it was always much tougher when they were on their own. He wrinkled his nose as Fred pulled back his arm. There was a strange odour in the air but he couldn't quite place it.
"Yeah. George is just dealing with a little problem downstairs; he'll be up again soon." Fred adjusted a rack of Wildfire Whiz-Bangs, and refilled the Canary Creams barrel with a rumble and a rush of sugary air.
Footsteps thumped from somewhere behind the counter, and another red head appeared. "All right Harry!" George was wiping his hands on an old cloth, and there was a whiff of that smell again...no, he still couldn't place it.
"All right, George." Harry was examining a chess board and men, careful not to touch anything. "You selling games as well now, or is this boobytrapped somehow?"
"Ah no, that's just a little...different." Fred grinned. "I had it up here to show a customer as the downstairs was kind of occupied."
"It shouldn't really be up here, don't want to scare off the more sensitive customers." George grabbed a box and began packing away the pieces, a little too roughly if the squeals and grumbles from the chess men were to be believed.
"Oh Harry's not the sensitive type, are you mate?" Fred took the box off him. "Go on, let him try it."
George hesitated. "I don't know..." He gave Fred what seemed to be a warning look. Harry was puzzled, and his curiosity was getting the better of him now.
"I'd like to see," he offered. "I don't think I'm the sensitive type, really." Yet more indecipherable glances passed between the twins, until they finally seemed to come to some sort of unspoken agreement.
Harry racked his brains for Ron's chess advice to him as he began the game, but the long-developed habit was a waste of time - George was just looking to demonstrate the set and quickly sacrificed a pawn.
"Here we go." George and Fred watched expectantly, Harry with curiosity. The chess piece marched over to the cowering pawn and pulled it close. After a few moments fumbling during which Harry tried to process what was going on, it bent the pawn over and began to enthusiastically hump against it.
Harry watched wide-eyed and open-mouthed. He didn't know what he'd expected but it certainly wasn't Chess: the porn film. He looked up to the twins.
"That's...different." They laughed as his eyes were drawn back to the pieces as they continued to huff and moan. He cleared his throat. "They take quite a while, don't they? Must make for some very slow games." His voice was a little higher than normal; he hoped they hadn't noticed.
"Couldn't tell you mate, we've never got to the end of a game yet." Fred was matter-of-fact.
"Never got past the first few moves actually."
"Or anyone else we know." They both grinned.
"I suppose I can see why." Harry still couldn't take his eyes from the pieces, who seemed to be putting on a bit of a show for their attentive new audience since there was no sign of anyone getting impatient to make the next move.
Fred and George leaned back, satisfied with the response. Fred looked particularly pleased with himself.
"I couldn't help noticing..." Harry trailed off, uncertain.
"Yes?" Two innocent freckled faces turned to him.
"That all the pieces are...men?" He wasn't sure where he was going with this, but he hoped he wasn't going to offend the twins.
"Really? I hadn't noticed?" George leaned over the board as if in surprise.
Fred slapped his brother round the head before answering. "Of course they're men, why do you think they call them chess men?"
"Yes..." Harry was still confused. "But I'd have thought, with what they're doing..." He checked - yes, they were still doing it. "I'd have thought one colour would be male and the other female, that's all."
The twins looked thoughtful. "I suppose that would work too," said Fred. "George, make a note of that - new variant of the Naughty Knights chess set. First one free to the man with the idea." He gave Harry an odd, almost hopeful look. "Unless you'd rather have one of these." He grinned as Harry blushed bright red.
He wanted to tell them, he really did. It was just that any time he had an opening to tell someone he may possibly be gay, he couldn't get the words out. And god, what if they told Ron before he got the nerve up to do it? Or what if it was something that wouldn't work in practice, like when he decided he wanted to play the guitar? Turned out he had been born with 10 thumbs and couldn't it happen that his body would let him down over this too? And how weak was 'maybe gay' - talk about a dead giveaway that he'd aboout as much hands on experience of matters sexual as he had of arctic survival, and roughly the same expectation of either playing a large part in his immediate future.
"No teasing the customers, Fred. Or investors in this case." George wrote "Demo this way!" on a large flashing sign and set it to one side. Harry tried to make out some of the illustrations but the flashing was too gaudy at close quarters.
An anguished wail drifted up the stairs. Harry started.
"My turn I suppose." Fred jumped down from the counter and looked at his twin. "Baby oil?" he asked, cryptically.
So *that* was what Harry could smell, he could place it now from Aunt Petunia's bathroom. God knows what she used it for, greasing Dudley up to get him in and out of the bath perhaps, or maybe it accounted for the horrendously slick and oily hair of the male Dursleys. He'd always thought it was inherited, a sort of male equivalent of Dead Great Aunt Millicent's alarmingly pink flowery tea service that Aunt Petunia only used when guests came round. He silently gave thanks for the passing of Voldemort, Privet Drive, and life in general with the Dursleys, just some of the horrors sliding into distant memory since leaving school this summer. He still wasn't entirely convinced that Voldemort had been the greater threat to either his life or sanity.
"Left it down there." Said George, seemingly unperturbed by the odd question as he fished out a couple of beers from inside a Wailing Wardrobe - *Instant haunted house, gets rid of unwanted guests in seconds!* - and passed one to Harry. He noticed Harry's puzzled look. "It's ok, it's nothing really. Just a friend having a bit of a bad day."
"Well, that explains everything." Harry could hear even more odd noises if he strained to listen, but he wasn't sure he wanted to try too hard. Was that a moan?
George just grinned. "We've taken on another sleeping partner." At Harry's raised eyebrows he continued. "He's helping us get a bit more investment in the business for the future." A loud groan and a grunted "Fuck" that was unmistakably from Fred drifted up the stairs.
George laughed at the expression on Harry's face. "Of course, when I say sleeping partner, I should point out some of the staying awake bits are more fun."
"You...share?" Harry found himself mildly shocked...though thrilled might be more appropriate given the flutters in his stomach it gave him. Visions of two identical redheads kissing their way in tandem down an unknown male chest passed fleetingly through his mind. He was saving that little nugget for later embellishment. And you thought you were *maybe* gay? Get a grip, Harry.
"Well not all the time - technically he's with me really." George shrugged. "Can't have Fred going without though, just because there are never enough good men to go round."
"Right. Of course." Ah, how he'd missed Twin Logic.
"I'm glad of Fred's help when we have problems like today, but in some ways it will be nice when he gets fixed up properly again." He paused. "As long as we don't get bored being normal couples." He looked as if it was a genuine concern.
Harry didn't know if he was relieved or saddened that his most pressing concerns were the patch of mould on his kitchen wall and his inability to make so much as scrambled eggs without setting fire to a saucepan. Thankfully it was a little known fact that the Boy Who Lived was rapidly turning into the Man With No Life.
Footsteps again. "It's no good, George." Fred put down the oil and wiped his hands. "He's not going to be up for anything tonight the state he's in."
George sighed and looked at Harry. "A slight accident with the Aphrodisiac Apples. Poor sod has a tent pole that won't go away. We broke the world blowjob record about two hours back and I reckon we're on course for the handjob one by closing time, and he's still in agony."
Harry tried to look more sympathetic than shocked. "That's rough. If there's anything I can do..." He stopped, suddenly realising how that might be interpreted. "I mean..."
"Kind of you to offer, Harry, but I don't think you want to help with that." He grinned, then looked round as Fred nudged him in the ribs.
"Although," he continued smoothly, "we are now short of an assistant for tonight's customer demo, if you're free." His voice was casual though Harry doubted Fred's wicked grin over his shoulder was prompted by anything as innocent as a mere customer demo.
"Well..." He was free, but with twins' records on test subjects and pranks, he was going to be sensibly wary. "What exactly does it involve?"
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Well he had asked. Harry surveyed the room in amazement. Formerly a storeroom, the twins had done wonders with it to turn it into what looked like a state of the art...
"Magical sex toy shop!" proclaimed George proudly.
Fred gestured him inside with a flourish. "Welcome to Weasleys' Wizard Wandcare-"
Harry groaned.
"No heckling please - Weasleys' Wizard Wandcare - a subdivision of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes."
"Literally," added George, "We're in the basement."
Harry's gaze wandered over the racks on the wall, filled with all manner of strange devices, some emitting odd buzzing noises.
A low moan from behind him made him start.
"It's all right mate, it's only Harry." George made his way over to a low couch on which - Harry gulped - was stretched a man, face covered by a large cushion into which he was groaning repeatedly, clutching it tightly. A man who was extremely naked. A man who was extremely naked and had the largest erection Harry had ever seen...all right, imagined. Having an honest inner voice was starting to make him feel painfully inadequate, even without the swollen monster bouncing around in front of him.
George picked up a large bottle and poured something clear onto his hands, rubbing them together briskly. Harry tried to look away as it dawned on him what George was about to do.
"I should probably-" he backed towards the stairs a little way, though his eyes were still refusing to leave the scene as George gently ran one oiled hand in a clearly experienced manner over the troublesome member. He took a deep calming breath and turned as Fred tapped his arm.
"Don't mind them, George will take care of Oliver." He led Harry over to a large counter filled with leaflets and gadgets, and pulled a stool out for him to sit, facing away from the couch.
"Oliver?" Harry was startled. Something about the physique had been vaguely familiar..."That wasn't...?"
"The captain himself, oh yes." Fred grinned. "Though he's not feeling quite himself as I say, so excuse him not chatting." He took a seat next to him and pulled some booklets over. "Give him a couple of fingers, George, that worked like a charm last time."
Harry could hear George coaxing Oliver to lift his leg up and some soft sounds almost obscured by the moans. He squirmed a little in his seat, wondering at himself finding this weird situation more arousing than anything else. He put it down to lack of experience and tried to look as if he sat in a room where his best friend's brother was busily manoeuvring his fingers up his former Quidditch captain's backside every day of the week. He was fairly certain he wasn't succeeding as Fred was giving him some concerned looks.
"You ok with this, Harry?" Fred looked a bit worried. "We can't leave him like that, you know. I didn't think it would bother you too much. I mean, even if it's not your side of the fence, so to speak, you did spend seven years in a boys' dorm at a boarding school."
"Believe me, a few giggles and grunts in the night doesn't prepare you for that." Although there had been that time...but all boys did that once in a while, didn't they? And it wasn't as if there had been any touching...
"This is nothing compared to the standard Saturday night fun and games that went on in ours most of the time we were there."
Harry gaped.
"Come on Harry, you must know it goes on. I suppose if you're into girls then it's not as much fun, but I know plenty that have had a go when they've been at school."
Harry found part of him wishing he'd been in Fred and George's year, not to mention dorm. It sounded like his had been the tamest in the school's history as far as sexual experimentation went. Still, for Dark Lord defeating, basilisk killing, life saving and general mind blowing adventures of a less intimate sort, he reckoned they'd cornered the market.
He couldn't help but glance behind him at the sudden loud groan that dropped into the lull in conversation. The sight of George expertly twisting his fingers into Oliver while he stroked and rubbed sent a jolt right through him. He hoped it wasn't too noticeable, both in his face and...oh god...in any other areas.
A shiver ran through him in sympathy as Oliver finally gasped and came to the accompaniment of George's murmured soothings. "I think that's sorted it. I'll get him upstairs and we can start getting ready." He looked over at Fred. "So have you talked him into it yet?"
Fred gave him a pleading look.
Harry gulped. He couldn't deny that bits of him weren't exactly averse to having the twins try out some of their gadgets on him.
"We won't do anything you don't want us to." George pulled a groggy Oliver to his feet and unceremoniously draped the naked man's arm over his shoulders.
"Yeah look, we have lots of stuff like this to make sure." Fred held up a pair of handcuffs. "These drop off when you say the safe word. Same thing for us, just say the word, and we stop, or move on to something you don't mind. There's not much time to go through things though before people start arriving, so you'll have to trust us." His eyes were sparkling though his smile was less cheeky than normal, and Harry thought he saw...no. But...
"It'd *really* help us out." He finished with a hopeful look.
Well, if it was going to help them that much. "Okay." He wondered what he'd got himself into as Fred whooped loudly and George patted him on the back before he manhandled his unconscious boyfriend up the rear stairs to the flat.
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"You're sure Oliver was really going to wear this costume - in front of people?" Harry shivered a little as a draught blew under the curtain that made a small changing room in the corner. He was damn sure Oliver as he'd last seen him wouldn't have fitted in the small silky pouch he'd been given to put on; he was having enough trouble himself even in the chilly basement. He wriggled and adjusted it a little before braving another glance in the mirror. *Oh god.*
"Of course. There aren't going to be many here you know, they're all handpicked and shouldn't get *too* rowdy." George was busy setting up chairs around the room with strategically placed test gadgets.
"Rowdy? Just how rowdy are we talking here?" Harry stuck his head round the curtain, trying to keep his nether regions unexposed for now.
"Well people are usually shy at first for these sort of things - we've had to suffer a lot of research events over the past few weeks - but when they get warmed up they get quiite into it. Don't worry, we'll pull them off you if necessary!" Fred winked at him.
Harry groaned. "Why did I say I'd do this?"
Fred clapped a hand on his shoulder. "For the sake of our business, which you'd hate to see slip into obscurity after the flying start you gave us?"
"For us, your good mates who won't let anything go wrong?" George was concentrating on arranging multi-coloured semi-phallic shaped objects into a tempting display.
"For Hogwarts old boy solidarity, for the pranks we-"
"Okay, okay, I get it."
All three looked up as a bell sounded upstairs.
Fred shooed him back behind the curtain quickly. "Looks like we're on!"
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Harry paced nervously around the tiny cubicle as he heard footsteps and muffled voices approaching. Chairs scraped along the floor; glasses clinked; subdued chit chat was interrupted by a laugh from one of the twins. Both were clearly playing the hosts to the very limits of their considerable charm.
A head popped round the curtain. "All ready? Fred's giving them the warm up talk now."
"I suppose." *No, not remotely.*
"You'll be fine. It'll probably be easier for you than Oliver, since being prodded about by me and Fred isn't likely to get you going."
Harry wished he could be as sure of that as George. He should probably say something, this was his last chance..."George...I..." He couldn't, he just couldn't say it. "Nothing." He sighed and followed the redhead out into the basement.
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A couple of whistles met him as he emerged, and a few of the gathered audience leaned to mutter something indistinct to a neighbour. Harry was just relieved he didn't recognise any of them.
Harry gasped as George slipped a collar around his neck. What the...? His hands were similarly grabbed and he felt cold metal snap around his wrists, securing them behind him. What were they going to do with him, now they had him at their mercy in front of strangers? He tried not to think about it as it was stirring feelings even more worrying than usual. Think, Harry - McGonagall naked, *Filch* naked, double Potions, Percy's cauldron reports, this wasn't working fast enough...Hermione's lecture on elf rights...there, that did it, problem deflated...er, averted.
"Our first demonstration items are from the Weasleys' Wandless Wonders range - no need to keep your wand on hand, the charms placed on these restraints are easily voice-activated by either party." George stepped forward and with a dramatic gesture, announced "Hanky-panky!"
Harry felt the collar and cuffs drop away instantly. He told himself he wasn't disappointed, but as Fred reached down to pick up the loosened restraints something must have shown on his face. "Don't worry, Harry," he whispered.
Fred kept eye contact, face more serious than Harry had ever seen before, as he gently stretched Harry's arms up above his head, and cuffed them to a bar hanging from the ceiling. It was somehow reassuring; if Fred had been grinning in his usual devilish way then Harry wouldn't have been quite so content to just leave himself in his hands.
Fred turned to the audience, clown persona back in place. "Just to make sure he doesn't get away before we're done with the demonstration." He winked as he ran a finger teasingly down Harry's chest, making him gasp and the audience chuckle appreciatively.
"Now that was cheating, Fred, you should have been using Weasleys' Remote Ravisher for that, and you know it." George flourished a bizarre implement attached to his hand. He pointed a finger at Harry's breastbone and grinned wickedly as he saw Harry feel the pressure and look down. "Perfect for breaking the ice at parties, or just for a different experience with the one you love, the Remote Ravisher is amazingly versatile and flexible." George moved his hand down and Harry took a sharp intake of breath as he could feel something move down, and down, past his navel and towards the flimsy pouch covering his modesty. He shuddered, and felt a reassuringly solid hand on his back.
"Don't forget, you know the word, just say it and it's all over." Fred whispered helpfully. Harry wished he'd shut up; he didn't *want* an easy way out of this, he wanted to *know* what it was like, all of it. How was he supposed to learn what interested him if he didn't try anything?
He felt something tug at the silky fabric pouch that barely covered him, and panicked for a moment. George was continuing his sales talk from the other side of the room. "Flexible enough to unfasten simple clothing, that one can be a riot if you pick your moment well!" The audience laughed, probably at the sight of Harry's wide eyes as George pulled the thin pouch away from his groin a little way before allowing it to snap back with an overdone sigh of regret. Harry jumped as an invisible touch brushed across his barely covered bulge all the same, and glared at George, who shrugged with an apologetic grin as the audience laughed once more.
"Now," Fred jumped up. "Sometimes you just don't have time to deal with everything yourself, or the phone rings while you're disciplining some naughty boy," he ran a hand casually over Harry's chest and around his side as he spoke, until he stroked his backside, turning him sideways to the audience as he did so.
"But with the Weasley Auto-paddler all your problems are solved!" George brandished a fearsome looking black leather paddle as Harry craned his neck trying to see it. He threw the paddle into the air and it twisted until it settled into position and began to lightly swipe at Harry's buttocks.
"Completely voice activated like all our best products..." explained George.
"Faster," ordered Fred, and the paddle picked up speed. "Harder," and Harry squirmed as it slapped more firmly against his bare skin. "Harder." He ordered again, voice growling low, circling Harry slowly, watching him flush, and smiling at the sight of him wriggling and jerking. It was starting to be a real effort for Harry to keep himself under control, but he wasn't sure if it was from the activity or from the hints of interest in the twins' eyes which he was sure were there each time they exchanged glances now. At the thought of being invited to try similar treatment to that Oliver Wood was apparently enjoying regularly from both twins, he started to grow hard. Biting his lip, he hoped it wasn't going to be too noticeable, but he had never felt so exposed in his life.
"Stop." George ordered, and Harry relaxed in the restraints. He could see from the look of faint surprise on his face that his increasing excitement hadn't escaped George's notice, and he doubted Fred was far behind. George smirked slightly as he took hold of the paddle and gestured with it to a wall display. "As well as paddles, we have a range of canes, whips and crops which all come with the same charms for control and speed."
"We also have a number of items which are a little too personal to demonstrate on our brave, amateur volunteer here," George paused as the audience sighed in disappointment, "Though Fred and I will be happy to explain and answer any questions on them of course."
"But before we do that," Fred took the floor again with what at first appeared to be a pair of gloves. "We have one final item to demonstrate that I think you'll find hard to resist."
"Have you ever wanted to find out *exactly* what someone's deepest desires were? Know for sure just how fast, how slow, how hard or how gentle your lover needs you to go? Find new erogenous zones they haven't even noticed themselves yet?" George asked of the audience at large. "Of course you have - we all have."
"And now you can." Fred stepped up in front of Harry, looking straight into his eyes as he placed the gloves gently on him. They hovered in mid air, only just touching him as they moved a little in small circular motions to start with. Fred backed off, and Harry could see him watching intently.
"The Hands of Desire tap into those desires, and show you far more plainly than words just how to pleasure your lover," George continued. "You can learn what they need and how to please them in a tenth of the time experience would, and with less fumbling embarrassment for both of you - and of course, they can do the same for you!" He seemed to be watching Harry almost as avidly as Fred, chewing occasionally on his lip.
Harry could barely find it in himself to object as the hands began to run over him, touching everywhere. He knew full well he craved touch; any touch almost, and hoped it wasn't going to seem too odd to those watching the device divulge his secrets. It felt so damn good he didn't care about that enough to stop it; he just wanted it to go on. No, actually, forget that, he wanted the magical hands to vanish, and for Fred and George's hands to replace them; real hands that would act on the promises he thought he had seen in both of them tonight. He opened his eyes to make sure he wasn't imagining things.
He found George still tracking the hands as one trailed fingertips across his back - Harry shuddered - and one circled his navel, palm caressing softly. As George raised his eyes to Harry's, something unspoken seemed to pass between them and Harry felt one of the magic hands head downwards until it squeezed hard flesh through the thin fabric of the inadequate costume. He gasped, keeping eye contact with George, and could see the redhead's hunger growing stronger as his own excitement became more visible.
Turning to look for Fred, he was caught almost unawares by the jolt shooting through him as their eyes met. He was so hard now it must have been obvious from the back of the room, or possibly from outer space, but he didn't care. He was aware of the hand continuing to squeeze him as he felt the other trail further down his back, walking the fingers down his spine. Fred licked his lips nervously, then his eyes widened in disbelief as he saw the fingers of the hand to Harry's rear stroke between his cheeks. Harry groaned in the restraints.
He could feel something pushing at him from behind but it wasn't until he felt a cool fingertip try to wriggle its way into him that he realised what was happening. He opened his mouth to say the safe word but all that came out was a moan as it pushed harder. He let his head fall back and just allowed himself to feel the pleasure for once, not caring what anyone else thought. The next thing he knew he was being released from the cuffs and the wonderful hands were being taken away - he grumbled and moaned to have them back - to be replaced by warm, slightly trembling hands that carried him to a soft place where there was something warm to cuddle up to. He snuggled and waited for the nice hands to come back, shutting out the murmurs and shuffling of feet that seemed to have invaded his bedroom, how did that happen?
"Harry?" A voice cut into his light doze. "Harry mate, you all right there?" he opened his eyes and allowed the hands...nice hands...warm...to help him upright. The blanket slipped down and he remembered he was hardly clothed, and then...oh god. He took the mug he was offered and muttered thanks as he kept his eyes down in embarrassment.
When there was nothing but companionable silence as he sipped the...coffee he realised...he dared to look up. Two eager, friendly smiles without a trace of shame or embarrassment met his burning face.
"You did a great job tonight." George sipped from his own mug.
"We took dozens of orders, it was a great success." Fred was brandishing what looked like a huge pile of order forms,
"You were...well actually mate, you were bloody amazing."
"Yeah. Incredible." Fred held his gaze as he breathed the words out reverently. "You ever want to try the other side of the fence...you just say the word."
Harry swallowed.
"Yeah. I'm with Fred," George moved a little closer. "Just say the word."
Harry felt his heartbeat quicken and his breath catch as Fred leaned closer.
"Say the word, Harry."
"Please," he whispered, and Fred leaned in to meet his lips as his eyelids fluttered shut.
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Someone slid behind him, and confident hands pulled his bare shoulders back to lean on a now uncovered chest. Somehow during the evening he'd learnt the difference in their eyes and touch, so much he'd never be fooled again, and he knew it was George behind him, nibbling down his neck and - "Aaahhhh" - stroking firm fingers down the sensitive skin on the underside of his arms.
But in front of him...he couldn't take his eyes from the face there, so similar to the other but now to him so different, with something extra in the eyes just for him. He reached out for the top button on Fred's shirt, unfastening it as Fred leaned in for another kiss, only breaking away to gasp as Harry's hands ran down his back, caressing, possessive, passionate. George's face nuzzled in his hair as his hands continued to stroke, one reaching round to pull Harry free of the tiny undergarment and take his erection in hand as Fred ran his hands up his thighs, still smiling into those green eyes.
Harry pulled Fred's shirt off his shoulders, drinking in the sight of the revealed flesh and eager to see more. He fumbled in his excitement trying to unbutton the jeans hiding the proof of Fred's need for him; he had to see it, had to know it was real, a matching hardness to the one he could feel exciting and strangely reassuring against his back. Fred's hands covered his own and together they unfastened, unzipped, pushed down, stroked. Together as one their hands circled and pulled, caressed and tweaked, keeping in rhythm with Fred's jerking hips and George's strokes on Harry's own cock, until Fred groaned and twitched one more time, his release squeezing out spurt by spurt onto Harry's thighs.
Harry had never seen anything so amazing. Fred's face was flushed, jeans roughly opened and jammed halfway down his thighs, his hair tousled, his forehead sweaty...and it was all for him; Harry had made him look like that. With a grin of pure evil, Fred licked his lips and ducked his head down to lick along Harry's thigh. Harry gasped as he was thoroughly cleaned, Fred slowly licking every drop from his thighs and odd scattered drops from his chest, a nipple, the end of his cock....aahhh...and George let go with a final firm stroke as Fred followed the hand down and took him completely in his mouth.
George pulled Harry's head back once more to lean on him, and ran his hands down his chest, occasionally resting them gently in Fred's hair. He moved almost imperceptibly, softly rubbing against Harry, who squirmed between the attentions of both twins, hardly knowing what to do with himself as the vast unexplored realms of physical pleasure opened up before him. A groan from behind him, and he felt warm stickiness spread over his back. He felt his last resistance give way; he melted and exploded all at once into Fred's mouth. He reached out to stroke the red hair and warm face in wonder as it came back into view, tears pricking at his eyes no matter how he tried to blink them away.
Fred was holding him almost before he knew he needed it, and he relaxed into him, both murmuring nonsense words that only they understood. Neither of them noticed when George slipped out from behind Harry. They still only had eyes and hands for each other when George dropped a soft kiss on each head as he covered them with the blanket, still locked in each other's arms.
George paused for one last look at his brother curled up and happy, then headed up to his own room and - he hoped - a nicely warmed bed.
At least he'd be able to tell Oliver that for now, there were *just* enough good men to go round. | E-Mail the Author: | Fluffy_Llama2000@yahoo.co.uk |
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