Bound for the community [NC-17] -- DM/RW/NL
Title: Bound
Author: tania_sings ★
Recipient: the community
Rating: NC-17
Ship: Draco/Ron/Neville
Summary: Loving doesn't mean gentle.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Draco grinned as he tested the strength of the knots binding his wrists to the bedpost. The silky scarves felt comfortable against his skin, but there was no way he was going to be able to pull himself loose. He sighed contentedly. "Perfect."
"If you say so." Neville looked concerned. "I'm still not sure if this is such a good idea."
"It's how he wants it." Ron shrugged nonchalantly, though it was, in Draco's opinion, a piss-poor attempt to cover up how excited he really was. "Who are we to argue?"
Neville worried his bottom lip with his teeth. "It's just, with the bondage and all, it's two big firsts all in one night. I'm just not sure-"
"If I might interject", Draco remarked coldly, "I'm actually getting old waiting for the two of you to get your shit together and fuck me."
Ron grinned. He loved it when Draco trotted out the Malfoy-of-old in bed. If nothing else, it made hurting him all the more enjoyable. "Hush, dear." He tapped Draco lightly on the cheek. "Neville's actually worried about you, and it's sweet. Don't be a wanker."
"If only I could", Draco sneered, rolling his eyes towards his hard prick, and then towards his bound hands.
Ron laughed. "Nev, do whatever you like. Me, I'm in no mood to go easy on him."
Nonetheless, the redhead's hands were gentle when he lifted Draco's knees on to his shoulders and slid the dildo into the bound man's arse. The blonde still gasped though, writhing at the stretching of his unprepared hole. "Ah, fuck!"
"All right?" Ron's voice was husky with a mix of concern and desire.
"Just ... just give me a minute", Draco panted. "Neville ... could you-"
He didn't even have to finish the request before Neville withdrew the toy and cast the lubricating spell. He tested Draco for a moment with his fingers to make sure he was ready, then slid the dildo back into place, working it in and out of his lover to stretch him properly.
"Yeah, that's better. Thanks." Both the other men relaxed, and Draco's heart warmed. They took such good care of him, always willing to let him experience pain the pain they knew he craved but never letting it go too far. With these two men, he could get both what he wanted and what he needed.
It hadn't always been like this. When he'd first approached Ron and Potter about becoming his keepers, rehabilitating him while keeping him on the straight and narrow, he hadn't imagined this kind of tenderness could be part of it. Of course, it hadn't been with Potter. That had been pain and punishment and what he'd thought was right, until the night it all went too far and Ron had put his foot down. The next time, he'd brought Neville along instead and ever since then Draco had begun to realise what it was he really needed.
"Just relax", Neville whispered, massaging Draco's tense thigh muscles. "This is nothing; you know you can take this."
He was right, and Draco's body instantly reacted to the wisdom of his lover's words. He unclenched, welcoming the invasion, welcoming the pain. Neville smiled, and nodded his approval to Ron.
The redhead smiled and opened his special box. He played his fingers over the scars on Draco's chest as he reached for the blonde's nipples, attaching the clasps to the little pink peaks. They hardened further, and Ron lowered his head to the right one, licking and biting at the sensitive skin.
The combination of the pain mixed with Ron and Neville's gentleness was enough to undo Draco. "Please...", he begged, not wanting to form the words and knowing that they'd understand him.
"Please what?" Ron moved to Draco's left nipple now, giving it the same treatment.
Draco shook his head in mute appeal. This was still hard for him, forming the words to admit that he needed anyone, let alone these two. He knew he would say it in time; they always got it out of him. But the Malfoy in him still resisted saying it out loud.
"What do you think he wants?" Neville played dumb astoundingly well, but Draco didn't miss the hitch in his voice. Neville was getting into this now, as he always did, on Ron was quick to notice.
"Dunno. Maybe he wants us to do this." Ron leaned over and captured Neville's mouth in a rich kiss. Draco groaned as his watched their tongues play with each other, his body cringing from neglect.
Neville broke the kiss. "Could be. Or maybe he wants me to do this." And with that, he slid off the bed and pulled Ron into a stnading position, taking the redhead's cock deep down inside his expert throat.
Ron's eyes rolled back in his head, and he struggled for words. "Yeah, that must be it. Draco must want to watch you suck me off. He wants me to shoot inside your -- oh FUCK -- your perfect mouth, so there's no come left for his arse at all."
"Fuck me!" The thought of being ignored all night drove Draco over the edge. "Please, I need your cocks in me. I need them both. Please."
Ron laughed. "Why didn't you just say so." With a final grunt, he pulled out of Neville's mouth and moved back to the bed. He pulled the dildo out of Draco, and the blonde could have wept at the feeling of emptiness. The loss was short-lived, however, as Ron's living flesh soon filled the breach and Draco arched against his bindings, every nerve in his body coming to life as Ron buried his cock deep inside him.
Ron was obviously enjoying himself as well. His freckled face was flushed as he thrust again and again. "Shite, Malfoy. I don't know what spells you cast on your arse to keep it so tight, but don't stop!" He moved faster now, and Draco could feel each slap of the redhead's balls against his arse, mimicking the spankings of earlier in the night.
Neville kissed Draco's neck, his brow, his cheeks. "Is this okay, so far?" He relaxed at Draco's nod. "Then, when you're ready, tell us how it feels."
Draco took a deep breath and let the words come spilling out of him. "It's like I'm being opened up, over and over again. Every time, I can't believe how deep he can go."
Neville's hands shook, and Draco went on, encouraged. He knew Neville had never been topped, yet, and so wanted to share this with the less experienced of his two lovers. "I love the way it feels when his cock's as deep as it can be. It's like he's rearranging my body, making my insides the way he wants them to be. It hurts and it feels wonderful and I want it to go on forever."
Ron chuckled, and Draco would swear he could feel the vibrations traveling through Ron's prick into his arse. "He's gonna give me a swelled head. Nev, you want to stop his mouth before it's too late?"
Neville didn't need any more encouragement than that to straddle Draco's face, one knee resting on either side of the blonde's head with his swollen cock danging in front of Draco's mouth. Knowing the restrained Draco couldn't do it for himself, Neville gently guided his erection into his lover's mouth. Draco strained to take more of it. Neville had the perfect cock for sucking. It was long and slim and perfectly smooth, and Draco loved the sensation of that big mushroom head sliding down his throat. He would have loved to lick and suck, to do everything he could with his mouth to make Neville feel good, but the other man, mindful of Draco's already overtaxed body, held him still. In this position, Neville had all the control and he used it, keeping Draco's head immobile while fucking his mouth. Soon, Neville's moans began to mingle with Ron's a Draco closed his eyes, listening to his favourite music.
All too soon, Neville pulled away and Draco whined at the loss. Neville soothed him with a quick kiss and whispered. "Are you sure?
Draco nodded enthusiastically. He was even more certain of what he wanted than he'd been at the beginning of the evening. Everything about this felt right.
Neville swallowed hard, then moved down Draco's body. He lay flush against the blonde's chest with his own arse facing Ron, so close that he could feel the movement from Ron's urgent thrusting behind him. "If you change your mind, just say the word."
Draco knew he wouldn't need it, as Ron ceased his fucking in order to let Neville's cock slide into Draco alongside his own. Oh, it did hurt; it hurt like nothing else he'd ever experienced in a lifetime that had known more than it's share of pain. But it felt so right -- so natural -- that he should have them both inside of him, that they should both take their pleasure from his body. His eyes watered at the perfection of the moment, and Neville, noticing, went still. "Draco? Draco, do you want me to stop?"
That was the last thing Draco wanted, the very opposite of what he wanted. He shook his head fervently. "Go."
Ron and Neville moved slowly at first, mindful of the damage they might cause. But Draco's bucking hips urged them to go faster, and soon they were slamming into him at a breakneck pace. Draco's fingernails dug into the fabric binding him to the bedpost, his legs wrapped first around Neville's back, then Ron's neck, then finally shot straight up into the air as Neville, then Ron, came deep inside of him.
As they delicately pulled out of his body, careful not to cause further damage, Draco was grateful for the tenderness. He was even more grateful to feel a pair of warm lips enveloping his cock. He was so close the the edge that it didn't take much, a few licks, a few strokes, and he was coming hard down Ron's throat.
He didn't even realise that Neville had untied him in the process until both his lovers settled down next to him, and he found himself able to wrap his arms around them. He rested his head against Neville's pectorals, as Ron whispered in his ear. "Good?"
"The best." It was nothing but the truth. "You take such good care of me, both of you."
He felt, rather than saw, Ron's smile. "You're worth it. Draco?"
"Mmm?"
"You don't have to, but is there any chance you'd think about taking Harry back? He was going through a rough time before, but he's doing better now, I swear?"
Draco was drifting off to sleep, only half aware of what he was being asked. Still, he felt a little tug of surprise. "You still see him?"
Ron sighed. "Well... he's Harry. You know how it is."
Draco did. There are people in everyone's life who they just need, no matter how little sense that makes. And nothing was too much if it made those people happy.
"I'll think about it", he promised, burrowing deeper under the covers. That seemed to satisfy Ron, who nestled about against his back to sleep. "I promise I will. But right now" -- he just couldn't keep his eyes open any longer -- "I have everything I want."
Author: tania_sings ★
Recipient: the community
Rating: NC-17
Ship: Draco/Ron/Neville
Summary: Loving doesn't mean gentle.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Draco grinned as he tested the strength of the knots binding his wrists to the bedpost. The silky scarves felt comfortable against his skin, but there was no way he was going to be able to pull himself loose. He sighed contentedly. "Perfect."
"If you say so." Neville looked concerned. "I'm still not sure if this is such a good idea."
"It's how he wants it." Ron shrugged nonchalantly, though it was, in Draco's opinion, a piss-poor attempt to cover up how excited he really was. "Who are we to argue?"
Neville worried his bottom lip with his teeth. "It's just, with the bondage and all, it's two big firsts all in one night. I'm just not sure-"
"If I might interject", Draco remarked coldly, "I'm actually getting old waiting for the two of you to get your shit together and fuck me."
Ron grinned. He loved it when Draco trotted out the Malfoy-of-old in bed. If nothing else, it made hurting him all the more enjoyable. "Hush, dear." He tapped Draco lightly on the cheek. "Neville's actually worried about you, and it's sweet. Don't be a wanker."
"If only I could", Draco sneered, rolling his eyes towards his hard prick, and then towards his bound hands.
Ron laughed. "Nev, do whatever you like. Me, I'm in no mood to go easy on him."
Nonetheless, the redhead's hands were gentle when he lifted Draco's knees on to his shoulders and slid the dildo into the bound man's arse. The blonde still gasped though, writhing at the stretching of his unprepared hole. "Ah, fuck!"
"All right?" Ron's voice was husky with a mix of concern and desire.
"Just ... just give me a minute", Draco panted. "Neville ... could you-"
He didn't even have to finish the request before Neville withdrew the toy and cast the lubricating spell. He tested Draco for a moment with his fingers to make sure he was ready, then slid the dildo back into place, working it in and out of his lover to stretch him properly.
"Yeah, that's better. Thanks." Both the other men relaxed, and Draco's heart warmed. They took such good care of him, always willing to let him experience pain the pain they knew he craved but never letting it go too far. With these two men, he could get both what he wanted and what he needed.
It hadn't always been like this. When he'd first approached Ron and Potter about becoming his keepers, rehabilitating him while keeping him on the straight and narrow, he hadn't imagined this kind of tenderness could be part of it. Of course, it hadn't been with Potter. That had been pain and punishment and what he'd thought was right, until the night it all went too far and Ron had put his foot down. The next time, he'd brought Neville along instead and ever since then Draco had begun to realise what it was he really needed.
"Just relax", Neville whispered, massaging Draco's tense thigh muscles. "This is nothing; you know you can take this."
He was right, and Draco's body instantly reacted to the wisdom of his lover's words. He unclenched, welcoming the invasion, welcoming the pain. Neville smiled, and nodded his approval to Ron.
The redhead smiled and opened his special box. He played his fingers over the scars on Draco's chest as he reached for the blonde's nipples, attaching the clasps to the little pink peaks. They hardened further, and Ron lowered his head to the right one, licking and biting at the sensitive skin.
The combination of the pain mixed with Ron and Neville's gentleness was enough to undo Draco. "Please...", he begged, not wanting to form the words and knowing that they'd understand him.
"Please what?" Ron moved to Draco's left nipple now, giving it the same treatment.
Draco shook his head in mute appeal. This was still hard for him, forming the words to admit that he needed anyone, let alone these two. He knew he would say it in time; they always got it out of him. But the Malfoy in him still resisted saying it out loud.
"What do you think he wants?" Neville played dumb astoundingly well, but Draco didn't miss the hitch in his voice. Neville was getting into this now, as he always did, on Ron was quick to notice.
"Dunno. Maybe he wants us to do this." Ron leaned over and captured Neville's mouth in a rich kiss. Draco groaned as his watched their tongues play with each other, his body cringing from neglect.
Neville broke the kiss. "Could be. Or maybe he wants me to do this." And with that, he slid off the bed and pulled Ron into a stnading position, taking the redhead's cock deep down inside his expert throat.
Ron's eyes rolled back in his head, and he struggled for words. "Yeah, that must be it. Draco must want to watch you suck me off. He wants me to shoot inside your -- oh FUCK -- your perfect mouth, so there's no come left for his arse at all."
"Fuck me!" The thought of being ignored all night drove Draco over the edge. "Please, I need your cocks in me. I need them both. Please."
Ron laughed. "Why didn't you just say so." With a final grunt, he pulled out of Neville's mouth and moved back to the bed. He pulled the dildo out of Draco, and the blonde could have wept at the feeling of emptiness. The loss was short-lived, however, as Ron's living flesh soon filled the breach and Draco arched against his bindings, every nerve in his body coming to life as Ron buried his cock deep inside him.
Ron was obviously enjoying himself as well. His freckled face was flushed as he thrust again and again. "Shite, Malfoy. I don't know what spells you cast on your arse to keep it so tight, but don't stop!" He moved faster now, and Draco could feel each slap of the redhead's balls against his arse, mimicking the spankings of earlier in the night.
Neville kissed Draco's neck, his brow, his cheeks. "Is this okay, so far?" He relaxed at Draco's nod. "Then, when you're ready, tell us how it feels."
Draco took a deep breath and let the words come spilling out of him. "It's like I'm being opened up, over and over again. Every time, I can't believe how deep he can go."
Neville's hands shook, and Draco went on, encouraged. He knew Neville had never been topped, yet, and so wanted to share this with the less experienced of his two lovers. "I love the way it feels when his cock's as deep as it can be. It's like he's rearranging my body, making my insides the way he wants them to be. It hurts and it feels wonderful and I want it to go on forever."
Ron chuckled, and Draco would swear he could feel the vibrations traveling through Ron's prick into his arse. "He's gonna give me a swelled head. Nev, you want to stop his mouth before it's too late?"
Neville didn't need any more encouragement than that to straddle Draco's face, one knee resting on either side of the blonde's head with his swollen cock danging in front of Draco's mouth. Knowing the restrained Draco couldn't do it for himself, Neville gently guided his erection into his lover's mouth. Draco strained to take more of it. Neville had the perfect cock for sucking. It was long and slim and perfectly smooth, and Draco loved the sensation of that big mushroom head sliding down his throat. He would have loved to lick and suck, to do everything he could with his mouth to make Neville feel good, but the other man, mindful of Draco's already overtaxed body, held him still. In this position, Neville had all the control and he used it, keeping Draco's head immobile while fucking his mouth. Soon, Neville's moans began to mingle with Ron's a Draco closed his eyes, listening to his favourite music.
All too soon, Neville pulled away and Draco whined at the loss. Neville soothed him with a quick kiss and whispered. "Are you sure?
Draco nodded enthusiastically. He was even more certain of what he wanted than he'd been at the beginning of the evening. Everything about this felt right.
Neville swallowed hard, then moved down Draco's body. He lay flush against the blonde's chest with his own arse facing Ron, so close that he could feel the movement from Ron's urgent thrusting behind him. "If you change your mind, just say the word."
Draco knew he wouldn't need it, as Ron ceased his fucking in order to let Neville's cock slide into Draco alongside his own. Oh, it did hurt; it hurt like nothing else he'd ever experienced in a lifetime that had known more than it's share of pain. But it felt so right -- so natural -- that he should have them both inside of him, that they should both take their pleasure from his body. His eyes watered at the perfection of the moment, and Neville, noticing, went still. "Draco? Draco, do you want me to stop?"
That was the last thing Draco wanted, the very opposite of what he wanted. He shook his head fervently. "Go."
Ron and Neville moved slowly at first, mindful of the damage they might cause. But Draco's bucking hips urged them to go faster, and soon they were slamming into him at a breakneck pace. Draco's fingernails dug into the fabric binding him to the bedpost, his legs wrapped first around Neville's back, then Ron's neck, then finally shot straight up into the air as Neville, then Ron, came deep inside of him.
As they delicately pulled out of his body, careful not to cause further damage, Draco was grateful for the tenderness. He was even more grateful to feel a pair of warm lips enveloping his cock. He was so close the the edge that it didn't take much, a few licks, a few strokes, and he was coming hard down Ron's throat.
He didn't even realise that Neville had untied him in the process until both his lovers settled down next to him, and he found himself able to wrap his arms around them. He rested his head against Neville's pectorals, as Ron whispered in his ear. "Good?"
"The best." It was nothing but the truth. "You take such good care of me, both of you."
He felt, rather than saw, Ron's smile. "You're worth it. Draco?"
"Mmm?"
"You don't have to, but is there any chance you'd think about taking Harry back? He was going through a rough time before, but he's doing better now, I swear?"
Draco was drifting off to sleep, only half aware of what he was being asked. Still, he felt a little tug of surprise. "You still see him?"
Ron sighed. "Well... he's Harry. You know how it is."
Draco did. There are people in everyone's life who they just need, no matter how little sense that makes. And nothing was too much if it made those people happy.
"I'll think about it", he promised, burrowing deeper under the covers. That seemed to satisfy Ron, who nestled about against his back to sleep. "I promise I will. But right now" -- he just couldn't keep his eyes open any longer -- "I have everything I want."