Oneshot: Lock the Door
Title: Lock the Door
Pairing: Ron/Draco/Harry
Rating: NC-17. Definitely NC-17.
Disclaimer: If you really think that the same person who wrote the Harry Potter books would write this sort of thing, then I'm concerned for you. Me no JK, kay?
Warnings: Threesome, Leather Gloves, arse-play
Summary: Written as a fill for
kittyhelix's prompt in the hp_kinkmemes' All Pairings Meme. It ran away with me a bit, but at least it was an attempt at writing a different ship! Beware, there be smut ahead!
Lock the Door
It had taken years for the animosity born of their school years to fade, but as Ron gazed down at the perfectly rounded, alabaster white globes before him, he felt none of that familiar old scorn. Perhaps that wasn’t as unusual as his mind was making it out to be, he supposed as he watched Harry’s black-gloved hand slide over the smooth skin. After all, they had a wonderful way of releasing that tension nowadays…
A sharp crack echoed through the room, and was immediately followed by a moan from the fair-haired man. Ron snorted a laugh as Harry bent his dark head to kiss the distinct red handprint that his slap had left behind. It could almost have been a gesture of silent apology, were it not for the smirk that curved his lips and the way his lids drooped heavily in arousal.
On silent bare feet, Ron moved to the door of the Auror office. Making sure it was securely closed, he waved his wand over the handle, wordlessly locking and silencing the room. This place was, after all, Ministry property, and it wouldn’t do to be caught misusing their rooms, would it?
Another groan caught the youngest Weasley son’s attention and he turned. Blue eyes caught the delicious sight of leather-covered nails raking down the pale cheeks. The sound had of course come from Draco, but it was clear from the way Harry bit his lip, that he was holding back his own sounds.
Moving back across the room to the pair, Ron stood in front of the blond man, caressing the silky strands with one freckled hand as he picked up the pair of gloves that lay beside the fair head. They were identical to the pair currently worn by their dark-haired lover, and were supple as the redhead pulled them on, worn so by frequent use.
The blond anticipated Ron’s next move, and lifted his face from the desk which he was knelt upon, straining forward as the larger man reached to stroke his face and neck. A delighted whimper left Draco’s throat as he mouthed at the leather, reflexively fighting the ropes that bound his arms behind his back, only to feel his erect cock throb with arousal as the restriction held, unrelenting.
The sounds Draco made were going to the other men’s heads, and before long, their eyes met over the blond’s back. Verbal communication was unneeded, as Harry tilted his head inquiringly, deferring as always to the more dominant of the trio. A nod was given, and the green-eyed man smiled beatifically.
Quite how he had been so lucky as to win these two men, Ronald Weasley would never know.
Draco was of course naked, and soon Harry had stripped also. Both he and Ron had been wearing only black dress trousers, so it did not take long. A mewl from the face held in his hands informed Ron that Draco was being prepared, one slick, leather-clad finger being slid inside his body at a time. The delicate pink mouth fell open on a gasp, and the redhead took advantage, slipping a finger inside and massaging the tongue firmly. A breathless groan was his thanks, and the lips closed over the digit, sucking with slow, strong pulls.
Blue eyes slid shut as the suction was felt through the glove, and Ron bit back a moan of his own. Fuck, that felt good. After a moment, the rhythm faltered though, and the redhead returned his attention to what was happening in front of him. Silver-grey eyes had rolled back into Draco’s head as Harry pushed into him, biting his lip at the tightness around his cock. He had pushed all the way in before stilling, watching his long-time friend for a cue.
“Fuck him, Harry,” came the first words to be spoken since the two larger men donned their gloves, and Draco writhed in response to the deep tones and the command in them. Harry managed to wink cheekily at him, before pulling out slowly and pushing back in even more so.
For a while, this continued, soft mewls leaving Draco’s lips on each thrust and the redhead’s free hand carding through the blond hair. Soon though, it wasn’t enough for the aristocratic man, and his mewls became whimpers and he pulled away from the leather-clad finger.
“Harder, Harry,” he demanded, not quite ready to beg. “Fuck me!”
The tanned man in question laughed breathlessly, though in truth, he was finding it just as difficult to maintain the slow, steady pace, wanting nothing more than to pound the blond through the desk. “You know, if he’s still co-ordinated enough to order me around, perhaps you should find some other use for that pretty little mouth of his…”
Ron hummed thoughtfully. “You know, that’s not such a bad idea,” he agreed, as though that hadn’t been the plan all along. Draco glared at him balefully, put out by the theatrics, though it was an admittedly weak glare, thanks to the cock still brushing slowly back and forth over his prostate.
Releasing the hair he held, Ron reached to unzip his trousers, smirking as the lithe blond forgot to scowl and instead watched greedily. Naturally, the activities had Ron erect, and as he pulled his impressive length from the trousers, leaving them on, he noticed Draco squirm in anticipation. Returning one hand to the pale face, he slid it underneath the chin, tipping the face up slightly.
“Come on, Dragon,” he murmured, though the Malfoy doubtless did not need encouragement at this point. Pale pink lips opened readily enough, and stretched around the head as it was guided carefully into his mouth. Clever, slick lounge flicking, he gradually took the whole length down his throat, humming in satisfaction once it was all the way in. The vibration travelled along the thick cock, and Ron threw his head back with a moan of his own.
“Give it to him,” he ordered, voice rough, and Harry responded enthusiastically, immediately withdrawing and snapping his hips forward again, picking up in both rhythm and force. The sounds that Draco made now were a constant accompaniment to their actions, whimpers, moans and grunts muffled by the mouthful he held. Echoing the green-eyed man’s movements, Ron withdrew from Draco’s throat before pushing back in, carefully at first to make sure there was no risk of choking the man, but faster and more forcefully as he became accustomed to it.
It was Draco that came first, spurting over the desk as his body was used, scream muffled by the cock that gagged him. The cry set Ron off, as it vibrated along his penis. Coming down Draco’s throat, he stroked the pale hair as he watched the clenching of the blond’s body pull Harry’s orgasm from him too. It had been all but simultaneous.
All three bodies slumped in the aftermath, though the two tops took care not to collapse onto their smaller lover. Grabbing the tip of one of the gloves with his teeth, Ron removed first one and then the other, watching as Harry lazily did the same. Carding his hands through Draco’s hair and gently massaging the scalp, Ron waited until Harry had released the bound wrists before lifting the supine body in his arms.
A few minutes later found the three of them at home, having apparated there. Their bed was more than big enough, and as Draco lay sandwiched between the two other men, he stretched luxuriously, basking in the gentle attention his lovers were bestowing on him.
“What about the door?” he asked Ron sleepily, not really caring, but feeling compelled to ask regardless. “Did you unlock it? What happens when someone comes looking for us?” It was, after all, only 2pm on a work-day.
“Hush, Dragon,” Harry murmured, using their pet name for the blond.
“Go to sleep,” this from Ron.
And that was certainly good enough for Draco.
Pairing: Ron/Draco/Harry
Rating: NC-17. Definitely NC-17.
Disclaimer: If you really think that the same person who wrote the Harry Potter books would write this sort of thing, then I'm concerned for you. Me no JK, kay?
Warnings: Threesome, Leather Gloves, arse-play
Summary: Written as a fill for
kittyhelix's prompt in the hp_kinkmemes' All Pairings Meme. It ran away with me a bit, but at least it was an attempt at writing a different ship! Beware, there be smut ahead!
Lock the Door
It had taken years for the animosity born of their school years to fade, but as Ron gazed down at the perfectly rounded, alabaster white globes before him, he felt none of that familiar old scorn. Perhaps that wasn’t as unusual as his mind was making it out to be, he supposed as he watched Harry’s black-gloved hand slide over the smooth skin. After all, they had a wonderful way of releasing that tension nowadays…
A sharp crack echoed through the room, and was immediately followed by a moan from the fair-haired man. Ron snorted a laugh as Harry bent his dark head to kiss the distinct red handprint that his slap had left behind. It could almost have been a gesture of silent apology, were it not for the smirk that curved his lips and the way his lids drooped heavily in arousal.
On silent bare feet, Ron moved to the door of the Auror office. Making sure it was securely closed, he waved his wand over the handle, wordlessly locking and silencing the room. This place was, after all, Ministry property, and it wouldn’t do to be caught misusing their rooms, would it?
Another groan caught the youngest Weasley son’s attention and he turned. Blue eyes caught the delicious sight of leather-covered nails raking down the pale cheeks. The sound had of course come from Draco, but it was clear from the way Harry bit his lip, that he was holding back his own sounds.
Moving back across the room to the pair, Ron stood in front of the blond man, caressing the silky strands with one freckled hand as he picked up the pair of gloves that lay beside the fair head. They were identical to the pair currently worn by their dark-haired lover, and were supple as the redhead pulled them on, worn so by frequent use.
The blond anticipated Ron’s next move, and lifted his face from the desk which he was knelt upon, straining forward as the larger man reached to stroke his face and neck. A delighted whimper left Draco’s throat as he mouthed at the leather, reflexively fighting the ropes that bound his arms behind his back, only to feel his erect cock throb with arousal as the restriction held, unrelenting.
The sounds Draco made were going to the other men’s heads, and before long, their eyes met over the blond’s back. Verbal communication was unneeded, as Harry tilted his head inquiringly, deferring as always to the more dominant of the trio. A nod was given, and the green-eyed man smiled beatifically.
Quite how he had been so lucky as to win these two men, Ronald Weasley would never know.
Draco was of course naked, and soon Harry had stripped also. Both he and Ron had been wearing only black dress trousers, so it did not take long. A mewl from the face held in his hands informed Ron that Draco was being prepared, one slick, leather-clad finger being slid inside his body at a time. The delicate pink mouth fell open on a gasp, and the redhead took advantage, slipping a finger inside and massaging the tongue firmly. A breathless groan was his thanks, and the lips closed over the digit, sucking with slow, strong pulls.
Blue eyes slid shut as the suction was felt through the glove, and Ron bit back a moan of his own. Fuck, that felt good. After a moment, the rhythm faltered though, and the redhead returned his attention to what was happening in front of him. Silver-grey eyes had rolled back into Draco’s head as Harry pushed into him, biting his lip at the tightness around his cock. He had pushed all the way in before stilling, watching his long-time friend for a cue.
“Fuck him, Harry,” came the first words to be spoken since the two larger men donned their gloves, and Draco writhed in response to the deep tones and the command in them. Harry managed to wink cheekily at him, before pulling out slowly and pushing back in even more so.
For a while, this continued, soft mewls leaving Draco’s lips on each thrust and the redhead’s free hand carding through the blond hair. Soon though, it wasn’t enough for the aristocratic man, and his mewls became whimpers and he pulled away from the leather-clad finger.
“Harder, Harry,” he demanded, not quite ready to beg. “Fuck me!”
The tanned man in question laughed breathlessly, though in truth, he was finding it just as difficult to maintain the slow, steady pace, wanting nothing more than to pound the blond through the desk. “You know, if he’s still co-ordinated enough to order me around, perhaps you should find some other use for that pretty little mouth of his…”
Ron hummed thoughtfully. “You know, that’s not such a bad idea,” he agreed, as though that hadn’t been the plan all along. Draco glared at him balefully, put out by the theatrics, though it was an admittedly weak glare, thanks to the cock still brushing slowly back and forth over his prostate.
Releasing the hair he held, Ron reached to unzip his trousers, smirking as the lithe blond forgot to scowl and instead watched greedily. Naturally, the activities had Ron erect, and as he pulled his impressive length from the trousers, leaving them on, he noticed Draco squirm in anticipation. Returning one hand to the pale face, he slid it underneath the chin, tipping the face up slightly.
“Come on, Dragon,” he murmured, though the Malfoy doubtless did not need encouragement at this point. Pale pink lips opened readily enough, and stretched around the head as it was guided carefully into his mouth. Clever, slick lounge flicking, he gradually took the whole length down his throat, humming in satisfaction once it was all the way in. The vibration travelled along the thick cock, and Ron threw his head back with a moan of his own.
“Give it to him,” he ordered, voice rough, and Harry responded enthusiastically, immediately withdrawing and snapping his hips forward again, picking up in both rhythm and force. The sounds that Draco made now were a constant accompaniment to their actions, whimpers, moans and grunts muffled by the mouthful he held. Echoing the green-eyed man’s movements, Ron withdrew from Draco’s throat before pushing back in, carefully at first to make sure there was no risk of choking the man, but faster and more forcefully as he became accustomed to it.
It was Draco that came first, spurting over the desk as his body was used, scream muffled by the cock that gagged him. The cry set Ron off, as it vibrated along his penis. Coming down Draco’s throat, he stroked the pale hair as he watched the clenching of the blond’s body pull Harry’s orgasm from him too. It had been all but simultaneous.
All three bodies slumped in the aftermath, though the two tops took care not to collapse onto their smaller lover. Grabbing the tip of one of the gloves with his teeth, Ron removed first one and then the other, watching as Harry lazily did the same. Carding his hands through Draco’s hair and gently massaging the scalp, Ron waited until Harry had released the bound wrists before lifting the supine body in his arms.
A few minutes later found the three of them at home, having apparated there. Their bed was more than big enough, and as Draco lay sandwiched between the two other men, he stretched luxuriously, basking in the gentle attention his lovers were bestowing on him.
“What about the door?” he asked Ron sleepily, not really caring, but feeling compelled to ask regardless. “Did you unlock it? What happens when someone comes looking for us?” It was, after all, only 2pm on a work-day.
“Hush, Dragon,” Harry murmured, using their pet name for the blond.
“Go to sleep,” this from Ron.
And that was certainly good enough for Draco.