HP, DM/BZ/SF, Another Damn IM Bunny, NC-17/18
Author: Eeyore9990
Title: Another Damn IM Bunny
Pairing: DM/BZ/SF <--Gryff sandwich
Rating: NC-17/18
Genre: Erotica
Warnings: Slash, Kinks (see dedication), PWP, One-shot
Dedication: Written for Constant Vigilance. Kinks included: piercings, blindfolds, spanking (naughty Draco), school ties used as restraints, toys, voyeurism, rimming, rough sex, autoerotic asphyxiation, umm… and gloves. I have this weakness for leather gloves. I think I was a randy gay man in a previous life.
Beta: Alisanne
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, and all characters and situations associated therewith, are owned by JKRowling and various companies. No copywright infringement is intended, no money being made.
"Why does everyone in this bleedin' castle think I'm gay?!" Seamus screeched, stomping through the nearly empty halls. Nearly empty, because they were populated by Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini.
Draco smirked at Blaise. Blaise quirked an eyebrow, and smirked back. "You're not?" Blaise asked, sneaking up behind Seamus to whisper the query in his ear.
"Erm, no!" Seamus said, trying to jerk away from Blaise, but running into Draco, who had sidled up to him while his attention was focused on Blaise.
"Prove it," Draco challenged, voice rolling smoothly over the skin of Seamus' neck.
"How the bleedin' hell am I supposed to prove something like that?!? Geroff, ye poncy gits!"
"Well, see, Finnegan, I rather think it's more a case of the gay boy protesting too much. What would you say, Blaise?"
"I'd say the only way he'll convince me he's not gay is by letting us do whatever. We. Want," lick to the ear, "and if he doesn't get hard, he's straight. If he does..." Blaise’s voice trailed off as he sank his teeth gently into the pulse point at Seamus’ neck.
Draco, with all the finesse bred into him from a very long line of Malfoy men, smoothed a hand over the front of Seamus’ trousers, letting his short nails scratch lightly over the sensitive skin hidden there. He chuckled darkly when he felt Seamus’ cock jump. “Not gay?”
“N-no,” Seamus gasped, squeaking a bit when Draco’s hand tightened. “I’m seventeen focking years old, Malfoy. One good, stiff breeze is all it takes to get me hard.”
“Mmm,” Draco acknowledged the truth of that statement with a thoughtful nod. “So, perhaps it would be better if we amend the rules of this little contest to if we fail to get you off, you’re straight. Because, obviously, if you’re straight, the thought of us doing these things to you would be repugnant enough to keep you from coming, even if your body can’t help getting hard. Right?”
“Umm, yeah…yeah, right.” Draco was pleased to note the way Seamus’ cheeks flushed and his eyes glazed over as Blaise licked up the side of his neck to nibble and taste on his ear.
“And you’re a willing participant in this…sexuality experiment, correct?” Blaise asked, breathing the question against Seamus’ now-wet ear, before blowing across the skin lightly.
“If I win, you have to tell everyone I’m straight,” Seamus said, clinging to his control.
“And if we win?”
“If you win, I’m gay, and you can do this whenever you like,” Seamus responded with a dark glower.
“Hmm, a little Gryffindor sandwich, Blaise. Is that incentive enough for us?”
Blaise answered by snaking his hands around Seamus and unbuttoning his trousers, as Draco threw open the door to a shockingly empty and unused classroom.
Draco entered the classroom first and moved several desks together before transfiguring them into a huge, four poster bed made up with dark green sheets. After conjuring a jar of lube, he turned back to Seamus and Blaise, pleased to note that Blaise had not been idle while he worked; Seamus was totally nude now, but for his tie of Gryffindor colours.
Hmm, the tie. Draco looked at Blaise, quirking an eyebrow, and got a devilish smile in return. Ties, it was.
Looking past where Blaise was currently running his hands teasingly along Seamus’ chest, which was surprisingly decorated with twin nipple rings, Draco frowned and spelled the still open door shut and sound proofed. He did not want to be interrupted.
Draco quickly stripped down to everything but his green and silver tie, folding his clothing and placing it neatly on a desk, before moving to claim Seamus from Blaise. He would be happy to keep the Irish boy occupied while Blaise removed his own clothing.
Draco dipped his head to one of Seamus’ nipples, catching the hoop of a golden ring between his teeth and tugging, hard and fast. “Problems, Finnegan?” Draco murmured around the metal, flicking his eyes up to Seamus’ face. He lowered his hand to Seamus’ thick erection, squeezing gently. “Mmmm,” he purred. “Nice.”
“Doesn’t,” gasp “mean anything, Malfoy. A girl could do the same thing,” moan.
“Ah,” Draco said, straightening up and rubbing his groin slowly against Seamus’. “I suppose that means I’ll have to fuck you then,” he added, a wicked smile lending an evil glow to his eyes.
Blaise returned at that moment, pressing up against Seamus’ back, arms snaking around to pull Draco in close, effectively trapping Seamus between them. “I don’t know, Draco,” he said, in his dark, husky drawl. “He might prefer to get fucked by a man with… accessories.” So saying, Blaise dragged his pierced cock along the crack of Seamus’ arse, allowing the rounded ball on the end to brush against his puckered opening.
Seamus gasped and broke out in a nervous sweat, causing the boys on either side of him to chuckle knowingly. “All you have to do to stop us is admit you’re gay, Finnegan,” Draco said, lips so close to Seamus’ ear that they rubbed over the shell of it with every word.
“N-no! I can take anything a Slytherin can dish out,” he protested, voice a bit shivery.
Blaise laughed softly. “I don’t think he wants us to stop, Draco. Can’t say I blame him. I wouldn’t want us to stop, either.”
“No, indeed,” Draco agreed, sinking down to his knees and licking, catlike, up the length of Seamus’ cock. He could barely restrain a smirk as Seamus moaned loudly, feeling the stud in Draco’s tongue dragging along the large vein on the underside of his cock. Draco gave it a few seconds, just long enough for Seamus to start panting and writhing in Blaise’s arms, before he pulled back with a contrived pout. “Oh, but a girl could do that, too, couldn’t she?”
“Fock you, Malfoy!” Seamus gasped, visibly trying to pull himself together.
“We’ve got a fighter, here, Draco. I think it would behoove us to make sure he can’t run away when the going gets tough. What do you say?” Blaise asked, sliding a hand down Seamus back, scratching lightly at the hollow just above the curve of his buttocks, catching Seamus with an arm around his waist as his legs went weak.
“Whot’re ya goin’ ta do?” Seamus asked, brogue thickening as his breathing shallowed out.
“Mmm, well, see…” Draco began, licking his lips as he raised his hands to Seamus’ tie, tightening it so that Seamus could barely breathe, “the school gave us these lovely silk ties, to go with our uniforms. Be a shame if we couldn’t put them to good use, wouldn’t it?”
Seamus went up on tiptoe, pressing his body fully back against Blaise as he struggled against the constriction around his throat. Just as black dots began dancing in his vision, Draco loosened it in a rush, sliding one end completely through the knot of the tie, and dragging the cool, slippery material against the sensitive skin at the nape of Seamus’ neck.
Holding the tie up in front of Seamus’ eyes, he lifted his wand and whispered a quick transfiguring spell, pleased to see the deep blue eyes go wide in wonder as the tie turned into a black leather glove. Draco’s lips quirked up at the corners in a smug, self-satisfied grin, as he slowly pulled the glove onto his hand, smoothing the leather over his fingers.
Maintaining eye contact, he placed the glove at Seamus’ throat, squeezing gently, but hard enough to temporarily cut off Seamus’ oxygen, before loosening his grasp and dragging the smooth leather down the midline of a hard chest. He flicked his tongue out, catching the metal ball of his tongue piercing between his teeth suggestively as he tugged on one of Seamus’ nipple rings.
Seamus’ squirming caused Blaise to moan just a bit himself and bite sharply into the juncture of Seamus’ neck, hips grinding fiercely into his taut bum. Releasing the sensitive flesh, he bit out, “Bed. Now.”
Seamus gulped, eyes wide, breath escaping in a mad rush through his nose as he chewed furiously on his bottom lip. He was firmly guided backward toward the bed and arranged on it by Draco, as Blaise removed his own tie. Wrapping one end of the tie around Seamus’ right wrist, Blaise trained his dark gaze on him and said, “We’re going to tie you up. You need to pick a safe word.”
“Erm, wha’?”
“A safe word. Something that you wouldn’t normally say that will let us know to stop.”
“Uh… what are you planning to do? I’m not into pain, mate.”
Draco smiled mischievously. “That’s okay, I am.”
“Ah, so, what do I need a safe word for, then?”
“If nothing else, you might find you don’t like being tied up. We’ll know to untie you, that you’re uncomfortable. We really don’t want you to be uncomfortable, Finnegan. Sex is about pleasure. We’re going to find all your perviest fantasies and use them against you until you beg for mercy,” Blaise said, bringing his face right up close to Seamus’ and using his tongue to trace Seamus’ lips. Drawing the plump lower lip into his mouth, he soothed it with his tongue, before pulling back, stretching the lip a bit before letting go. “Be a good sport and don’t beg too quickly, ‘kay?” he whispered huskily.
Seamus just looked at him in confusion. “Umm, Guinness. That’s my safe word. But I’m not going to beg you.” His brow furrowed stubbornly. “Doesn’t matter what you do.”
Draco crawled onto the bed, tying his own tie to Seamus’ other wrist. “Ohhh, I just love a challenge,” he purred.
Blaise growled softly and crawled to the other side of the bed, waiting for Draco to finish tying off Seamus’ last restraint before he pulled him over his legs. “Draco… are you flirting with Mr Finnegan?” Blaise asked dangerously.
Seamus was shocked to see Draco’s eyes flutter closed and his mouth drop open in passion at the tone of Blaise’s voice. He was also pushing his arse up into the air, clearly asking for something.
“Yesssss…” Draco moaned. “Yes, Blaise, I was flirting. What are you going to do about it?” He was obviously trying for challenging with his tone, but it really just came off needy, and Seamus watched in a sort of horrified fascination as Blaise began harshly spanking the white, firm globes of Draco’s arse.
Draco was obviously enjoying himself, as with every smack he moaned for “more” and “harder.” By the time the tenth blow landed, Draco was nearly screaming, whole body writhing in pleasure, even though Blaise had a firm grip on him. Seamus’ own cock was throbbing at the look on Draco’s face. He’d never seen anyone look like that, not even while coming. His mouth was open, breathing harshly through it, eyes closed in a look of almost-pain, cheeks flushed red… err, at both ends.
Blaise backed off then, shushing Draco when he let out a frustrated sob. “Later, beautiful. I’ll spank you ‘til you come later. Right now, we need to see to Finnegan. Okay?” He ran his dark hand through Draco’s unnaturally pale hair, soothing him almost lovingly. Seamus’ mouth dropped open at the rare show of tenderness after the harsh treatment from moments earlier.
Blaise moved off the bed, standing near Seamus’ head and commanding him to “watch.” Seamus’ wide eyes focused on Blaise as the dark boy began slowly stroking his hand up his length, twisting on the end and tugging slightly at the piercing that glinted from the tip. Blaise’s low moan told Seamus how good that felt, and Seamus licked his lips, eyes blinking furiously.
All of a sudden, he felt the cool, impersonal touch of leather on his own cock and his gaze flew to the bottom of the bed, where Draco, eyes still dark with his own nearly overwhelming passion, was fisting him to the same rhythm Blaise had set up. Seamus couldn’t drag his gaze away from Draco.
Draco was sitting up with his legs tucked under him; with every stroke up Seamus’ cock, he would raise up slightly, on the down strokes, he drove his abused arse cheeks down onto his heels, whimpering in painful pleasure. Seamus could hear and smell Blaise next to his head, but the sight of Draco, usually so cool and untouchable, driving himself to the brink of pleasure, making those sounds, was nearly enough to send Seamus over the edge himself.
“Don’t come yet, Finnegan,” Blaise whispered harshly, eyes narrowed on Seamus’ weeping cock. “I’d hate to see a Gryffindor lose.”
Seamus closed his eyes and gritted his teeth against the overwhelming feelings exploding through his body. The warmed leather of the glove sliding so sensuously over his throbbing cock was doing things to him, things that shouldn’t have been possible. Add to that the sounds Draco and Blaise were making, every little smell, every sight that greeted his nearly glazed eyes, and Seamus was ready to explode. He opened his mouth to admit his weakness just as he felt a constriction at the base of his cock. Opening his eyes, he glanced down and saw a thin silver ring encircling his it.
“I think I want to hear you beg, Finnegan,” Blaise murmured. Seamus turned back to him, panting, trying not to moan out his pleasure, and was just in time to watch Blaise come all over his chest. Thick, white streaks of come shot all over him, warmer than he had expected, hot almost.
When Blaise had milked every last drop from himself, he shakily walked to Draco and leaned down for a deep, tongue filled, kiss. Seamus watched them, captivated by their contrasts. They were both very good looking individually, but Draco’s nearly luminescent skin against the deep brown of Blaise’s was completely stunning.
Blaise pulled back and ran one hand through Draco’s hair, gripping it in a harsh fist, as he said, “I think it’s time for you to show Finnegan the joys of rimming. But first… take off that glove, we need to make sure he gets the whole experience.” As he said all this, he was pulling viciously on Draco’s hair, causing him to gasp and buck into the air, dark red cock throbbing, obviously longing for release.
Draco trembled and complied, locking his wild gaze on Blaise’s as he dragged his tongue slowly, teasingly over the supple leather. Blaise growled low in his throat and yanked ever harsher on Draco’s hair, causing him to moan deeply, eyes fluttering and body writhing. “Harder,” he rasped, letting his head fall forward, pulling even more against the already painful tug of hair on his scalp. “Fuck, Blaise, you’re going to make me come!” he panted. Blaise yanked Draco’s head back and kissed him roughly, both boys obviously forgetting all about Seamus for the moment.
Seamus watched, stunned, as Draco grabbed his engorged erection in his gloved hand and yanked viciously on it several times before arching his body impossibly backward and shooting great spurts of come all over Seamus’ lower body and part of the bed. Draco shuddered through the aftershocks, finally pulling away from Blaise and licking his moist lips. Blinking slowly and sensuously, he languidly turned his head to spear Seamus with his hot, grey gaze.
“You’ve no idea what you’re missing, Finnegan. No silly bint can give you anything like this.”
Seamus gulped at Draco’s prophetic sounding words.
Blaise crawled up on the bed, stretching out until he could reach Seamus’ stomach and lower chest. “You know, one of the finest flavours in the world is the taste of Draco’s come. I don’t know if it’s because he’s a pureblood, or because he’s just that fucking delicious, but his come is fucking ambrosia. The only problem I have now is, I don’t know what’s mine and what’s his. It all looks the same from here. I guess I’ll just have to taste and see, won’t I?” And with that he began lapping at the sticky puddles of come that were spattered all over Seamus, tongue a bit rough as it licked against his hipbones.
Seamus unconsciously arched into Blaise’s mouth, skin alternately hot and cold as Blaise dragged his tongue along it. A tiny whimper escaped his mouth as he looked down and saw the utter concentration on Blaise’s features. He was obviously enjoying every bit of come he was licking up.
Draco chuckled, hearing the small sound Seamus couldn’t hide. At that dark sound of amusement, Seamus looked at him and felt his gaze get trapped there. Draco was grinning smugly even as he bit into his lower lip, eyes slitted in contented pleasure. Maintaining eye contact with Seamus, he once again licked the leather glove, lingering over a shiny spot of come that had dribbled onto it. Sinking his teeth into the seam at the tip of a finger, he smiled around it and tossed his head back, pulling the leather away from that finger. He repeated the action three more times, until the glove loosened enough from his hand to slide off in a rush.
Grabbing his wand again, Draco undid the transfiguration spells on it. Seamus was almost surprised to see his tie again, hanging loosely from Draco’s fist.
As Draco moved up the bed toward Seamus’ head, Blaise thrust an arm out and snagged him around the waist, pulling him once again into his arms, where he shared the taste of their mingled come in another one of those deep kisses they seemed to favour. As Blaise kissed Draco, his hand wandered down to the now only slightly pink skin of Draco’s arse and scratched roughly at the abused flesh. Seamus watched, bemused, as this treatment served to bring Draco to full readiness once again.
Draco pulled back from the kiss and tossed his head back, moaning throatily as he rotated his hips into the harsh scrape of Blaise’s fingertips and blunt nails. He gasped as Blaise’s fingers slipped between his arse cheeks and gripped the end of a butt plug that was firmly lodged inside Draco.
Seamus watched the spectacle, puzzled. Draco moaned and pushed back into Blaise's hand, snapping out, "Take that damn thing out of me and fuck me already, Blaise! I don't want to wait any longer!" With an almighty wrench, Blaise roughly extracted the rather large butt plug from Draco’s arse, causing the blond to shudder and whimper softly. “Yes! Fuck, Blaise! Fuck me!”
Blaise slapped Draco’s arse, and said, “Not until you’ve taken care of our friend there, Draco, you little slut.”
Draco dropped his head and moaned, thrusting his arse backward, seeking more contact. All he got was a gentle pat and a nudge toward Seamus. Dragging his eyelids up, he concentrated fully on the task at hand, or, as much as he could, considering he could still feel the sting of Blaise’s hand on his arse.
Seamus watched him get closer, a curious look on his face as Draco held the red and gold tie in front of him, and said, “I’m going to blindfold you with this, Finnegan. You’ll enjoy what I’m about to do to you infinitely more if you can do nothing else but concentrate on the feeling of it. And trust me, it’s abso-fucking-lutely amazing even when you’re not blindfolded.”
Seamus raised an eyebrow in distrust, but lifted his head a bit off the pillow regardless. He had agreed to this, and he wasn’t about to back down now. Draco placed the fat end of the tie over his eyes, and with a whispered charm, it stuck, blocking out all light and leaving Seamus with only his other senses to rely on.
He heard the rustle of the sheets as Draco moved back, sensed the mattress dip as Blaise joined him, felt the soft fall of hair on his inner thighs as Draco lowered his head over Seamus' groin. An impatient sound reached his ears before he felt one of the pillows from the head of the bed being tugged away. Hands pressed up against his hips, and he heard, “Lift up.” As he complied, a pillow was quickly settled under him, opening him even further to Draco.
He heard a soft humming noise and then long, thin fingers were pulling his arse cheeks apart and a warm gust of air blew across his puckered opening. He gasped and shifted his hips, body thrumming when a low chuckle washed across his senses. He felt Draco’s shoulders push heavily into his legs and heard Draco muffle a scream against the sensitive skin of his inner thighs.
Blaise grunted, and Draco’s body weight pulled back slightly, before he was thrust again against Seamus. “Oh, fucking hell, yes!” Draco shouted, and his seemingly favourite litany of “harder!” once more reverberated through the room.
Seamus couldn’t see them, but that didn’t stop him from picturing what they must look like in his mind’s eye. Unbeknownst to him, his cock was once again leaking copiously as he listened to Draco get pounded by Blaise.
Draco keened and thrust back against Blaise’s driving thrusts, fingers digging into the bedding as he felt Blaise’s piercing scrape along his prostate. A whish of air was all the warning he got before he felt the treasured sting of a hard slap against his flank. Draco started trembling and pleading then, hips twisting and jerking frantically, as he lost all sense of what was going on.
Blaise, realising this, stopped all movement and bent down to nip at Draco’s ear. “You have a job to do, Draco. Don’t make me disappoint us both by stopping now. Get your tongue in his arse. You know you want to.”
Draco forced his eyelids up and looked in startled amazement at the body spread out, so open to him. He whispered a cleansing spell, eyes darkening even more with unbridled lust as his mouth watered in anticipation of the treat he was about to receive. He absolutely loved the many flavours of sex, and this was his favourite.
He buried his nose in Seamus’ arse, swiping the flat of his tongue over Seamus’ opening. He grinned smugly when Seamus shouted and thrust his hips against Draco, wordlessly asking for more. Working his tongue all over the sensitive area, he pushed back a tiny bit with his hips, urging Blaise to continue his nearly brutal ravaging of Draco’s own arse.
He adored the fact that Blaise knew him so well. Having worn the anal plug all day, he’d been happy to note that Blaise used only the minimal amount of lube on his cock before ramming it straight into Draco’s loosened hole. Draco didn’t mind a slow start, but a hard fucking from beginning to end was something he truly craved. And Blaise was always very happy to deliver.
Whimpering in stark pleasure as Blaise once more began his violent thrusts, Draco pushed further into the arse in front of him, teeth nipping sharply at the fleshy buttocks before he pointed his tongue into a wet, blunt dagger and forced it into Seamus’ hole.
“Fock me, he cleared it!” Seamus gasped, feeling Draco’s tongue breach his opening. He wriggled his hips as he felt the tongue tickling at his innards. The sensation was amazing, and Seamus was throbbing, whole body writhing with the need to come. As the wicked tongue with its tiny steel ball laved at his insides, Seamus came completely undone. Without realising what he was saying, he begged and pleaded, his moans turning to whimpers, whimpers into pleas, pleas into demands for “more” and “now” and “please!”
Blaise and Draco heard it all, and Blaise stilled his thrusts momentarily to grab his wand and flick it at Seamus’ cock, removing the restraints. Having nothing left to wait for, Blaise redoubled his efforts in Draco’s arse, letting go and slapping Draco harshly with every thrust.
Draco began bucking and screaming, even with his tongue buried deep inside Seamus. The vibrations from Draco’s screams traveled along his tongue into Seamus’ arse, making him thrust down into Draco’s face. Draco pulled back a bit to give his hand a chance to help. He thrust two fingers at once into Seamus, forgetting any pretense at gentleness.
His fingers met with little resistance, so well had he prepared the hole with his tongue. He forced them in and out, slamming his hand back and forth, and finally he twisted them sharply and crooked his fingers, brushing the tips roughly over the knot of nerves inside Seamus’ body.
Seamus screamed as his body bucked into the air, reaching orgasm even though his cock hadn’t been touched in quite some time. As he came, the charm holding the blindfold to his eyes loosened and he felt the silk slide off his face. He looked down the length of his body, jaw dropping open at the sight of Draco wriggling and pushing forcefully back against Blaise, as Blaise thrust violently into Draco, slapping his arse harshly.
Within moments, both other boys were coming, Draco with a scream of pure pleasure, Blaise quietly, with a heavy grunt. They both fell to one side, bodies shuddering through their completions.
“Get me a pair of wings, I’m a fockin’ fairy,” Seamus mumbled with a small grin. He lifted his eyelids to see Draco and Blaise smirking lazily at him.
“Next time, Finnegan, I’m going to pound my dick into your arse. You might want to prepare yourself,” Blaise promised, dark eyes gleaming with intent.
“Eh, whatever, mate. Just so long as you understand if you hit me, I’ll punch your focking lights out.”
All three of them laughed tiredly at that.
Lifting his wand, Draco spelled the ties holding Seamus’ hands to the bed loose, and Seamus groaned as the strained muscles shrieked in protest.
Draco and Blaise, obviously more used to these activities than Seamus, didn’t take very long to recover. Within minutes they were both reaching for their clothes and pulling them on, smirking at Seamus when he protested ever moving again.
Draco leaned over and bit at Seamus’ bottom lip, capturing his full attention. Draco rumbled in satisfaction, and said, “Don’t be afraid to bring some friends with you next time. The more the merrier, I always say.”
And with that, the two boys left the classroom, throwing lascivious looks over their shoulders at the as yet undressed and thoroughly sated Seamus.
Seamus waited for a few moments to be sure they weren’t coming back before he started laughing softly and called out to the seemingly empty room.
“Gods, Harry, you were right. Like focking kids to candy, that was,” Seamus said, still recovering from his mind-blowing orgasm. He grinned weakly at his friend as Harry suddenly appeared in the corner, shimmery fabric in one hand. He’d obviously enjoyed watching them, if the flush in his cheeks and crooked clothing was anything to go by.
“It’s the whole ‘despoiler of innocents thing’, Seam. They can’t resist.”
“Thank Merlin for that, mate. You gonna join us next time, or were you too happy just watching, ye kinky perv?”
Seamus groaned when Harry just flashed him a wicked little grin.
Title: Another Damn IM Bunny
Pairing: DM/BZ/SF <--Gryff sandwich
Rating: NC-17/18
Genre: Erotica
Warnings: Slash, Kinks (see dedication), PWP, One-shot
Dedication: Written for Constant Vigilance. Kinks included: piercings, blindfolds, spanking (naughty Draco), school ties used as restraints, toys, voyeurism, rimming, rough sex, autoerotic asphyxiation, umm… and gloves. I have this weakness for leather gloves. I think I was a randy gay man in a previous life.
Beta: Alisanne
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, and all characters and situations associated therewith, are owned by JKRowling and various companies. No copywright infringement is intended, no money being made.
"Why does everyone in this bleedin' castle think I'm gay?!" Seamus screeched, stomping through the nearly empty halls. Nearly empty, because they were populated by Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini.
Draco smirked at Blaise. Blaise quirked an eyebrow, and smirked back. "You're not?" Blaise asked, sneaking up behind Seamus to whisper the query in his ear.
"Erm, no!" Seamus said, trying to jerk away from Blaise, but running into Draco, who had sidled up to him while his attention was focused on Blaise.
"Prove it," Draco challenged, voice rolling smoothly over the skin of Seamus' neck.
"How the bleedin' hell am I supposed to prove something like that?!? Geroff, ye poncy gits!"
"Well, see, Finnegan, I rather think it's more a case of the gay boy protesting too much. What would you say, Blaise?"
"I'd say the only way he'll convince me he's not gay is by letting us do whatever. We. Want," lick to the ear, "and if he doesn't get hard, he's straight. If he does..." Blaise’s voice trailed off as he sank his teeth gently into the pulse point at Seamus’ neck.
Draco, with all the finesse bred into him from a very long line of Malfoy men, smoothed a hand over the front of Seamus’ trousers, letting his short nails scratch lightly over the sensitive skin hidden there. He chuckled darkly when he felt Seamus’ cock jump. “Not gay?”
“N-no,” Seamus gasped, squeaking a bit when Draco’s hand tightened. “I’m seventeen focking years old, Malfoy. One good, stiff breeze is all it takes to get me hard.”
“Mmm,” Draco acknowledged the truth of that statement with a thoughtful nod. “So, perhaps it would be better if we amend the rules of this little contest to if we fail to get you off, you’re straight. Because, obviously, if you’re straight, the thought of us doing these things to you would be repugnant enough to keep you from coming, even if your body can’t help getting hard. Right?”
“Umm, yeah…yeah, right.” Draco was pleased to note the way Seamus’ cheeks flushed and his eyes glazed over as Blaise licked up the side of his neck to nibble and taste on his ear.
“And you’re a willing participant in this…sexuality experiment, correct?” Blaise asked, breathing the question against Seamus’ now-wet ear, before blowing across the skin lightly.
“If I win, you have to tell everyone I’m straight,” Seamus said, clinging to his control.
“And if we win?”
“If you win, I’m gay, and you can do this whenever you like,” Seamus responded with a dark glower.
“Hmm, a little Gryffindor sandwich, Blaise. Is that incentive enough for us?”
Blaise answered by snaking his hands around Seamus and unbuttoning his trousers, as Draco threw open the door to a shockingly empty and unused classroom.
Draco entered the classroom first and moved several desks together before transfiguring them into a huge, four poster bed made up with dark green sheets. After conjuring a jar of lube, he turned back to Seamus and Blaise, pleased to note that Blaise had not been idle while he worked; Seamus was totally nude now, but for his tie of Gryffindor colours.
Hmm, the tie. Draco looked at Blaise, quirking an eyebrow, and got a devilish smile in return. Ties, it was.
Looking past where Blaise was currently running his hands teasingly along Seamus’ chest, which was surprisingly decorated with twin nipple rings, Draco frowned and spelled the still open door shut and sound proofed. He did not want to be interrupted.
Draco quickly stripped down to everything but his green and silver tie, folding his clothing and placing it neatly on a desk, before moving to claim Seamus from Blaise. He would be happy to keep the Irish boy occupied while Blaise removed his own clothing.
Draco dipped his head to one of Seamus’ nipples, catching the hoop of a golden ring between his teeth and tugging, hard and fast. “Problems, Finnegan?” Draco murmured around the metal, flicking his eyes up to Seamus’ face. He lowered his hand to Seamus’ thick erection, squeezing gently. “Mmmm,” he purred. “Nice.”
“Doesn’t,” gasp “mean anything, Malfoy. A girl could do the same thing,” moan.
“Ah,” Draco said, straightening up and rubbing his groin slowly against Seamus’. “I suppose that means I’ll have to fuck you then,” he added, a wicked smile lending an evil glow to his eyes.
Blaise returned at that moment, pressing up against Seamus’ back, arms snaking around to pull Draco in close, effectively trapping Seamus between them. “I don’t know, Draco,” he said, in his dark, husky drawl. “He might prefer to get fucked by a man with… accessories.” So saying, Blaise dragged his pierced cock along the crack of Seamus’ arse, allowing the rounded ball on the end to brush against his puckered opening.
Seamus gasped and broke out in a nervous sweat, causing the boys on either side of him to chuckle knowingly. “All you have to do to stop us is admit you’re gay, Finnegan,” Draco said, lips so close to Seamus’ ear that they rubbed over the shell of it with every word.
“N-no! I can take anything a Slytherin can dish out,” he protested, voice a bit shivery.
Blaise laughed softly. “I don’t think he wants us to stop, Draco. Can’t say I blame him. I wouldn’t want us to stop, either.”
“No, indeed,” Draco agreed, sinking down to his knees and licking, catlike, up the length of Seamus’ cock. He could barely restrain a smirk as Seamus moaned loudly, feeling the stud in Draco’s tongue dragging along the large vein on the underside of his cock. Draco gave it a few seconds, just long enough for Seamus to start panting and writhing in Blaise’s arms, before he pulled back with a contrived pout. “Oh, but a girl could do that, too, couldn’t she?”
“Fock you, Malfoy!” Seamus gasped, visibly trying to pull himself together.
“We’ve got a fighter, here, Draco. I think it would behoove us to make sure he can’t run away when the going gets tough. What do you say?” Blaise asked, sliding a hand down Seamus back, scratching lightly at the hollow just above the curve of his buttocks, catching Seamus with an arm around his waist as his legs went weak.
“Whot’re ya goin’ ta do?” Seamus asked, brogue thickening as his breathing shallowed out.
“Mmm, well, see…” Draco began, licking his lips as he raised his hands to Seamus’ tie, tightening it so that Seamus could barely breathe, “the school gave us these lovely silk ties, to go with our uniforms. Be a shame if we couldn’t put them to good use, wouldn’t it?”
Seamus went up on tiptoe, pressing his body fully back against Blaise as he struggled against the constriction around his throat. Just as black dots began dancing in his vision, Draco loosened it in a rush, sliding one end completely through the knot of the tie, and dragging the cool, slippery material against the sensitive skin at the nape of Seamus’ neck.
Holding the tie up in front of Seamus’ eyes, he lifted his wand and whispered a quick transfiguring spell, pleased to see the deep blue eyes go wide in wonder as the tie turned into a black leather glove. Draco’s lips quirked up at the corners in a smug, self-satisfied grin, as he slowly pulled the glove onto his hand, smoothing the leather over his fingers.
Maintaining eye contact, he placed the glove at Seamus’ throat, squeezing gently, but hard enough to temporarily cut off Seamus’ oxygen, before loosening his grasp and dragging the smooth leather down the midline of a hard chest. He flicked his tongue out, catching the metal ball of his tongue piercing between his teeth suggestively as he tugged on one of Seamus’ nipple rings.
Seamus’ squirming caused Blaise to moan just a bit himself and bite sharply into the juncture of Seamus’ neck, hips grinding fiercely into his taut bum. Releasing the sensitive flesh, he bit out, “Bed. Now.”
Seamus gulped, eyes wide, breath escaping in a mad rush through his nose as he chewed furiously on his bottom lip. He was firmly guided backward toward the bed and arranged on it by Draco, as Blaise removed his own tie. Wrapping one end of the tie around Seamus’ right wrist, Blaise trained his dark gaze on him and said, “We’re going to tie you up. You need to pick a safe word.”
“Erm, wha’?”
“A safe word. Something that you wouldn’t normally say that will let us know to stop.”
“Uh… what are you planning to do? I’m not into pain, mate.”
Draco smiled mischievously. “That’s okay, I am.”
“Ah, so, what do I need a safe word for, then?”
“If nothing else, you might find you don’t like being tied up. We’ll know to untie you, that you’re uncomfortable. We really don’t want you to be uncomfortable, Finnegan. Sex is about pleasure. We’re going to find all your perviest fantasies and use them against you until you beg for mercy,” Blaise said, bringing his face right up close to Seamus’ and using his tongue to trace Seamus’ lips. Drawing the plump lower lip into his mouth, he soothed it with his tongue, before pulling back, stretching the lip a bit before letting go. “Be a good sport and don’t beg too quickly, ‘kay?” he whispered huskily.
Seamus just looked at him in confusion. “Umm, Guinness. That’s my safe word. But I’m not going to beg you.” His brow furrowed stubbornly. “Doesn’t matter what you do.”
Draco crawled onto the bed, tying his own tie to Seamus’ other wrist. “Ohhh, I just love a challenge,” he purred.
Blaise growled softly and crawled to the other side of the bed, waiting for Draco to finish tying off Seamus’ last restraint before he pulled him over his legs. “Draco… are you flirting with Mr Finnegan?” Blaise asked dangerously.
Seamus was shocked to see Draco’s eyes flutter closed and his mouth drop open in passion at the tone of Blaise’s voice. He was also pushing his arse up into the air, clearly asking for something.
“Yesssss…” Draco moaned. “Yes, Blaise, I was flirting. What are you going to do about it?” He was obviously trying for challenging with his tone, but it really just came off needy, and Seamus watched in a sort of horrified fascination as Blaise began harshly spanking the white, firm globes of Draco’s arse.
Draco was obviously enjoying himself, as with every smack he moaned for “more” and “harder.” By the time the tenth blow landed, Draco was nearly screaming, whole body writhing in pleasure, even though Blaise had a firm grip on him. Seamus’ own cock was throbbing at the look on Draco’s face. He’d never seen anyone look like that, not even while coming. His mouth was open, breathing harshly through it, eyes closed in a look of almost-pain, cheeks flushed red… err, at both ends.
Blaise backed off then, shushing Draco when he let out a frustrated sob. “Later, beautiful. I’ll spank you ‘til you come later. Right now, we need to see to Finnegan. Okay?” He ran his dark hand through Draco’s unnaturally pale hair, soothing him almost lovingly. Seamus’ mouth dropped open at the rare show of tenderness after the harsh treatment from moments earlier.
Blaise moved off the bed, standing near Seamus’ head and commanding him to “watch.” Seamus’ wide eyes focused on Blaise as the dark boy began slowly stroking his hand up his length, twisting on the end and tugging slightly at the piercing that glinted from the tip. Blaise’s low moan told Seamus how good that felt, and Seamus licked his lips, eyes blinking furiously.
All of a sudden, he felt the cool, impersonal touch of leather on his own cock and his gaze flew to the bottom of the bed, where Draco, eyes still dark with his own nearly overwhelming passion, was fisting him to the same rhythm Blaise had set up. Seamus couldn’t drag his gaze away from Draco.
Draco was sitting up with his legs tucked under him; with every stroke up Seamus’ cock, he would raise up slightly, on the down strokes, he drove his abused arse cheeks down onto his heels, whimpering in painful pleasure. Seamus could hear and smell Blaise next to his head, but the sight of Draco, usually so cool and untouchable, driving himself to the brink of pleasure, making those sounds, was nearly enough to send Seamus over the edge himself.
“Don’t come yet, Finnegan,” Blaise whispered harshly, eyes narrowed on Seamus’ weeping cock. “I’d hate to see a Gryffindor lose.”
Seamus closed his eyes and gritted his teeth against the overwhelming feelings exploding through his body. The warmed leather of the glove sliding so sensuously over his throbbing cock was doing things to him, things that shouldn’t have been possible. Add to that the sounds Draco and Blaise were making, every little smell, every sight that greeted his nearly glazed eyes, and Seamus was ready to explode. He opened his mouth to admit his weakness just as he felt a constriction at the base of his cock. Opening his eyes, he glanced down and saw a thin silver ring encircling his it.
“I think I want to hear you beg, Finnegan,” Blaise murmured. Seamus turned back to him, panting, trying not to moan out his pleasure, and was just in time to watch Blaise come all over his chest. Thick, white streaks of come shot all over him, warmer than he had expected, hot almost.
When Blaise had milked every last drop from himself, he shakily walked to Draco and leaned down for a deep, tongue filled, kiss. Seamus watched them, captivated by their contrasts. They were both very good looking individually, but Draco’s nearly luminescent skin against the deep brown of Blaise’s was completely stunning.
Blaise pulled back and ran one hand through Draco’s hair, gripping it in a harsh fist, as he said, “I think it’s time for you to show Finnegan the joys of rimming. But first… take off that glove, we need to make sure he gets the whole experience.” As he said all this, he was pulling viciously on Draco’s hair, causing him to gasp and buck into the air, dark red cock throbbing, obviously longing for release.
Draco trembled and complied, locking his wild gaze on Blaise’s as he dragged his tongue slowly, teasingly over the supple leather. Blaise growled low in his throat and yanked ever harsher on Draco’s hair, causing him to moan deeply, eyes fluttering and body writhing. “Harder,” he rasped, letting his head fall forward, pulling even more against the already painful tug of hair on his scalp. “Fuck, Blaise, you’re going to make me come!” he panted. Blaise yanked Draco’s head back and kissed him roughly, both boys obviously forgetting all about Seamus for the moment.
Seamus watched, stunned, as Draco grabbed his engorged erection in his gloved hand and yanked viciously on it several times before arching his body impossibly backward and shooting great spurts of come all over Seamus’ lower body and part of the bed. Draco shuddered through the aftershocks, finally pulling away from Blaise and licking his moist lips. Blinking slowly and sensuously, he languidly turned his head to spear Seamus with his hot, grey gaze.
“You’ve no idea what you’re missing, Finnegan. No silly bint can give you anything like this.”
Seamus gulped at Draco’s prophetic sounding words.
Blaise crawled up on the bed, stretching out until he could reach Seamus’ stomach and lower chest. “You know, one of the finest flavours in the world is the taste of Draco’s come. I don’t know if it’s because he’s a pureblood, or because he’s just that fucking delicious, but his come is fucking ambrosia. The only problem I have now is, I don’t know what’s mine and what’s his. It all looks the same from here. I guess I’ll just have to taste and see, won’t I?” And with that he began lapping at the sticky puddles of come that were spattered all over Seamus, tongue a bit rough as it licked against his hipbones.
Seamus unconsciously arched into Blaise’s mouth, skin alternately hot and cold as Blaise dragged his tongue along it. A tiny whimper escaped his mouth as he looked down and saw the utter concentration on Blaise’s features. He was obviously enjoying every bit of come he was licking up.
Draco chuckled, hearing the small sound Seamus couldn’t hide. At that dark sound of amusement, Seamus looked at him and felt his gaze get trapped there. Draco was grinning smugly even as he bit into his lower lip, eyes slitted in contented pleasure. Maintaining eye contact with Seamus, he once again licked the leather glove, lingering over a shiny spot of come that had dribbled onto it. Sinking his teeth into the seam at the tip of a finger, he smiled around it and tossed his head back, pulling the leather away from that finger. He repeated the action three more times, until the glove loosened enough from his hand to slide off in a rush.
Grabbing his wand again, Draco undid the transfiguration spells on it. Seamus was almost surprised to see his tie again, hanging loosely from Draco’s fist.
As Draco moved up the bed toward Seamus’ head, Blaise thrust an arm out and snagged him around the waist, pulling him once again into his arms, where he shared the taste of their mingled come in another one of those deep kisses they seemed to favour. As Blaise kissed Draco, his hand wandered down to the now only slightly pink skin of Draco’s arse and scratched roughly at the abused flesh. Seamus watched, bemused, as this treatment served to bring Draco to full readiness once again.
Draco pulled back from the kiss and tossed his head back, moaning throatily as he rotated his hips into the harsh scrape of Blaise’s fingertips and blunt nails. He gasped as Blaise’s fingers slipped between his arse cheeks and gripped the end of a butt plug that was firmly lodged inside Draco.
Seamus watched the spectacle, puzzled. Draco moaned and pushed back into Blaise's hand, snapping out, "Take that damn thing out of me and fuck me already, Blaise! I don't want to wait any longer!" With an almighty wrench, Blaise roughly extracted the rather large butt plug from Draco’s arse, causing the blond to shudder and whimper softly. “Yes! Fuck, Blaise! Fuck me!”
Blaise slapped Draco’s arse, and said, “Not until you’ve taken care of our friend there, Draco, you little slut.”
Draco dropped his head and moaned, thrusting his arse backward, seeking more contact. All he got was a gentle pat and a nudge toward Seamus. Dragging his eyelids up, he concentrated fully on the task at hand, or, as much as he could, considering he could still feel the sting of Blaise’s hand on his arse.
Seamus watched him get closer, a curious look on his face as Draco held the red and gold tie in front of him, and said, “I’m going to blindfold you with this, Finnegan. You’ll enjoy what I’m about to do to you infinitely more if you can do nothing else but concentrate on the feeling of it. And trust me, it’s abso-fucking-lutely amazing even when you’re not blindfolded.”
Seamus raised an eyebrow in distrust, but lifted his head a bit off the pillow regardless. He had agreed to this, and he wasn’t about to back down now. Draco placed the fat end of the tie over his eyes, and with a whispered charm, it stuck, blocking out all light and leaving Seamus with only his other senses to rely on.
He heard the rustle of the sheets as Draco moved back, sensed the mattress dip as Blaise joined him, felt the soft fall of hair on his inner thighs as Draco lowered his head over Seamus' groin. An impatient sound reached his ears before he felt one of the pillows from the head of the bed being tugged away. Hands pressed up against his hips, and he heard, “Lift up.” As he complied, a pillow was quickly settled under him, opening him even further to Draco.
He heard a soft humming noise and then long, thin fingers were pulling his arse cheeks apart and a warm gust of air blew across his puckered opening. He gasped and shifted his hips, body thrumming when a low chuckle washed across his senses. He felt Draco’s shoulders push heavily into his legs and heard Draco muffle a scream against the sensitive skin of his inner thighs.
Blaise grunted, and Draco’s body weight pulled back slightly, before he was thrust again against Seamus. “Oh, fucking hell, yes!” Draco shouted, and his seemingly favourite litany of “harder!” once more reverberated through the room.
Seamus couldn’t see them, but that didn’t stop him from picturing what they must look like in his mind’s eye. Unbeknownst to him, his cock was once again leaking copiously as he listened to Draco get pounded by Blaise.
Draco keened and thrust back against Blaise’s driving thrusts, fingers digging into the bedding as he felt Blaise’s piercing scrape along his prostate. A whish of air was all the warning he got before he felt the treasured sting of a hard slap against his flank. Draco started trembling and pleading then, hips twisting and jerking frantically, as he lost all sense of what was going on.
Blaise, realising this, stopped all movement and bent down to nip at Draco’s ear. “You have a job to do, Draco. Don’t make me disappoint us both by stopping now. Get your tongue in his arse. You know you want to.”
Draco forced his eyelids up and looked in startled amazement at the body spread out, so open to him. He whispered a cleansing spell, eyes darkening even more with unbridled lust as his mouth watered in anticipation of the treat he was about to receive. He absolutely loved the many flavours of sex, and this was his favourite.
He buried his nose in Seamus’ arse, swiping the flat of his tongue over Seamus’ opening. He grinned smugly when Seamus shouted and thrust his hips against Draco, wordlessly asking for more. Working his tongue all over the sensitive area, he pushed back a tiny bit with his hips, urging Blaise to continue his nearly brutal ravaging of Draco’s own arse.
He adored the fact that Blaise knew him so well. Having worn the anal plug all day, he’d been happy to note that Blaise used only the minimal amount of lube on his cock before ramming it straight into Draco’s loosened hole. Draco didn’t mind a slow start, but a hard fucking from beginning to end was something he truly craved. And Blaise was always very happy to deliver.
Whimpering in stark pleasure as Blaise once more began his violent thrusts, Draco pushed further into the arse in front of him, teeth nipping sharply at the fleshy buttocks before he pointed his tongue into a wet, blunt dagger and forced it into Seamus’ hole.
“Fock me, he cleared it!” Seamus gasped, feeling Draco’s tongue breach his opening. He wriggled his hips as he felt the tongue tickling at his innards. The sensation was amazing, and Seamus was throbbing, whole body writhing with the need to come. As the wicked tongue with its tiny steel ball laved at his insides, Seamus came completely undone. Without realising what he was saying, he begged and pleaded, his moans turning to whimpers, whimpers into pleas, pleas into demands for “more” and “now” and “please!”
Blaise and Draco heard it all, and Blaise stilled his thrusts momentarily to grab his wand and flick it at Seamus’ cock, removing the restraints. Having nothing left to wait for, Blaise redoubled his efforts in Draco’s arse, letting go and slapping Draco harshly with every thrust.
Draco began bucking and screaming, even with his tongue buried deep inside Seamus. The vibrations from Draco’s screams traveled along his tongue into Seamus’ arse, making him thrust down into Draco’s face. Draco pulled back a bit to give his hand a chance to help. He thrust two fingers at once into Seamus, forgetting any pretense at gentleness.
His fingers met with little resistance, so well had he prepared the hole with his tongue. He forced them in and out, slamming his hand back and forth, and finally he twisted them sharply and crooked his fingers, brushing the tips roughly over the knot of nerves inside Seamus’ body.
Seamus screamed as his body bucked into the air, reaching orgasm even though his cock hadn’t been touched in quite some time. As he came, the charm holding the blindfold to his eyes loosened and he felt the silk slide off his face. He looked down the length of his body, jaw dropping open at the sight of Draco wriggling and pushing forcefully back against Blaise, as Blaise thrust violently into Draco, slapping his arse harshly.
Within moments, both other boys were coming, Draco with a scream of pure pleasure, Blaise quietly, with a heavy grunt. They both fell to one side, bodies shuddering through their completions.
“Get me a pair of wings, I’m a fockin’ fairy,” Seamus mumbled with a small grin. He lifted his eyelids to see Draco and Blaise smirking lazily at him.
“Next time, Finnegan, I’m going to pound my dick into your arse. You might want to prepare yourself,” Blaise promised, dark eyes gleaming with intent.
“Eh, whatever, mate. Just so long as you understand if you hit me, I’ll punch your focking lights out.”
All three of them laughed tiredly at that.
Lifting his wand, Draco spelled the ties holding Seamus’ hands to the bed loose, and Seamus groaned as the strained muscles shrieked in protest.
Draco and Blaise, obviously more used to these activities than Seamus, didn’t take very long to recover. Within minutes they were both reaching for their clothes and pulling them on, smirking at Seamus when he protested ever moving again.
Draco leaned over and bit at Seamus’ bottom lip, capturing his full attention. Draco rumbled in satisfaction, and said, “Don’t be afraid to bring some friends with you next time. The more the merrier, I always say.”
And with that, the two boys left the classroom, throwing lascivious looks over their shoulders at the as yet undressed and thoroughly sated Seamus.
Seamus waited for a few moments to be sure they weren’t coming back before he started laughing softly and called out to the seemingly empty room.
“Gods, Harry, you were right. Like focking kids to candy, that was,” Seamus said, still recovering from his mind-blowing orgasm. He grinned weakly at his friend as Harry suddenly appeared in the corner, shimmery fabric in one hand. He’d obviously enjoyed watching them, if the flush in his cheeks and crooked clothing was anything to go by.
“It’s the whole ‘despoiler of innocents thing’, Seam. They can’t resist.”
“Thank Merlin for that, mate. You gonna join us next time, or were you too happy just watching, ye kinky perv?”
Seamus groaned when Harry just flashed him a wicked little grin.