Title: Creevey Heaven
Author:
enchanted_jaeCharacters: Colin/Neville/Dennis, Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, threesome, anal, oral, rimming...all the good stuff!
Word count: 365
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for
kaellite, who asked for Neville/Creeveys threesome, shagging. Also written for the current
awdt prompt of ...a case of mistaken identity.
Summary: Neville has found heaven.
An affair like this was worth all the sneaking around and the danger of being caught, Neville reflected. He had crept from the Gryffindor dorm and made his way to the Room of Requirement. There, he had been joined by not one, but two lovers.
Colin had arrived first, followed by Dennis. Neville was now lying back on the huge bed the Room had conjured for them, being pleasured by the talented brothers. Dennis' mouth was wrapped around Neville's cock while Colin's clever tongue was busy rimming him. Neville was in heaven...Creevey heaven. In no time, he was blowing his load down Dennis' throat.
Neville was still twitching when Colin moved up his body and thrust his cock into Neville's spasming hole. Neville's mouth opened on a gasp of delight, only to have Dennis' prick prod at his lips. Obediently, Neville opened wide and accepted Dennis' cock in his mouth. He was now filled with Creevey cock. Heaven, Neville thought. Colin's thick prick felt divine pounding in and out of his hole, and Dennis' cock tasted like ambrosia on his tongue.
~*~
Harry and Draco tumbled into the Room of Requirement after asking it for a place to shag. Neither of them expected it to already be occupied by like-minded individuals.
"It appears this Room is already taken," Draco drawled in disgust.
Harry started to retreat, only to do a double-take. "Hey, is that-"
"Come on," urged Draco, dragging Harry out of the Room so they could find somewhere else to have sex.
~*~
The following morning, Neville and Harry were lagging behind the others as usual. They had spent years laughing together over how their dorm mates thundered down to breakfast each morning like a herd of hungry hippogriffs.
"Say, Neville?"
"Yeah, Harry?"
Harry chewed his lip nervously before blurting, "Was that you I saw in the middle of a Creevey sandwich last night?"
Neville's face turned red. "No, I was in my own bed all night," he lied.
"Really?" Harry prodded. "It certainly looked like you."
"I'm afraid not, Harry," insisted Neville. "It must have been...a case of mistaken identity."