Fic: Harry/Ron/Seamus - Man-Sandwich
Title: Man-Sandwich
Genre: Sexual-Romance
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Threesome
Paring: Harry/Ron, Harry/Ron/Seamus
Harry pulled a candy from the bag between his legs and put one in Ron’s mouth.
Ron sucked on it thoughtfully. Harry watched him move his tongue around the hard candy and suddenly the candy wasn’t the only hard thing in the room.
“More,” Ron said simply, moving his hand to Harry’s leg. Harry rubbed it slowly, looking down at it.
“Candy,” Ron implored.
“So impatient,” Harry said, grinning. He retrieved a piece of candy and instead of giving it to Ron, he put it in his own mouth.
Ron glared at him and moved his hand.
Harry snatched the bag and put it on the floor beside the bed.
Ron coolly kept his hand moving and landed it on Harry’s crotch. “I was aiming for here, actually,” he said. “But if you’d rather...”
He moved his hand back to his own leg. Harry moaned. “No s’alright, I’m sorry.” He grabbed Ron’s hand and put it back on his crotch, now sufficiently poking out.
Ron grinned. As he massaged Harry’s bulging member, Harry leaned over to his left and landed with his mouth on Ron’s. Their lips knew each other well.
They frequently rested on Ron’s bed in their dorm, curtains wide open. It was no secret anymore that Harry Potter and his best friend were more than best friends now.
After being together for nearly 2 years, everyone had come to accept it. The sight of them making out with a hand job going on too was a common sight. Especially for Seamus, who was left alone in the dorm a lot, now that Dean was dating Lavender and Neville was...well...who knew where Neville went?
Seamus had passed over the threshold of the boys dormitory only seconds before. He sighed when Ron slipped his hand into the waistband of Harry’s jeans. Plopping himself on his bed, he rolled onto his back and looked up at the curtains of his four-poster forlornly. He dearly wished someone would do that to him. Maybe Ron, or Harry, or Ron and Harry. Anyone, really. He closed his eyes. He was surprised when he heard, “Lonely over there Seamus?”
He looked up to see Harry leaning back on his pillows, Ron’s hand still down his jeans, both of them looking at him. Seamus’s instincts took over. “No,” he said defiantly.
Harry raised his eyebrows and Ron’s hand began to move under Harry’s pants again. “Sorry then, thought you might like some company is all.” He moved to lay back again.
“Company?” Seamus asked. His heart was pounding.
“You know, as in, come join us,” Ron said, as though it were incredibly obvious.
“Me?” Seamus asked, still incredulous.
“Yeah. Take it or leave it, you’ve got 10 seconds.”
It took about two and a half for Seamus to be on his feet and across the dorm kneeling next to Harry’s bed. Harry motioned him up and he quickly obeyed.
Seamus was lying next to Harry, who was in the middle. He waved his wand and the bed expanded sideways some, to give them a little room to work. Harry placed his wand on the bedside table; the other boys followed suit.
Harry leaned in and lightly brushed his lips against Seamus’. Seamus responded eagerly. He brought his lips to meet Harry’s and ended up clanking their teeth together. Not an altogether pleasurable experience. Seamus immediately turned a shade of red rival to the trademark Weasley crimson. Harry rubbed his lips but only smiled. “Just calm down.”
Harry pushed an escaping Seamus back onto the bed and laid their chests together. This time he moved more slowly and brought their lips together softly. Seamus responded more calmly this time, though his heart was in his throat. When he felt a tongue on his lips he momentarily wondered what was going on, before realizing Harry was asking to enter his mouth. He greedily opened his mouth and let Harry in.
He pushed his tongue into Harry’s mouth, unsure of what to do. Harry was massaging his tongue and was making it hard for Seamus to concentrate.
Seamus followed Harry’s lead, also using his tongue to the best of his abilities. After several seconds, Harry leaned back, breaking the kiss. Seamus felt a cold wave of disappointment as Harry eased off of him and back onto the bed. Harry laid on his back, and slipped a hand around Ron’s waist, pulling him close. Ron moved fluidly, straddling Harry gently and leaning down to meet their faces.
“Watch,” Harry whispered to Seamus. Harry grinned boyishly, and put his hands on Ron’s shoulders and brought him quickly to his mouth, kissing him with a furious passion. His hands roamed Ron’s familiar backside, moving from the curves of his bottom to the roots of his messy red hair.
Seamus’ breathing hitched at the sight. He felt it was getting rather warm in the dormitory, and decided to slip out of his robes. Harry and Ron barely noticed, too busy wrapped up in each other still. Soon, though, Ron broke the kiss and slipped into Seamus’ empty spot on the bed. Harry rolled off the other side, folding his robes onto his bed. Ron pulled Seamus closer to him with a finger in the waistband of his boxers.
Seamus’ body nearly exploded.
Ron’s tanned fingers slipped around Seamus’ thin waist and pulled the small Irish boy between his legs against the side of the bed. Planting small kisses along Seamus’ arm, he began to unbutton Seamus’ shirt. Each time he unbuttoned a button, his placed a kiss on the boy’s chest. Seamus placed his hands awkwardly on Ron’s shoulders, trying to encourage him without being incredibly obvious.
Seamus gasped as hands gently grabbed his waist, and he sighed as he felt Harry’s weight press against him from behind. Ron finished unbuttoning Seamus’ shirt, and slipped it off of him, his own shirt following suit. They were all in just underwear, save Harry, who was wearing a white undershirt that was obviously a few sizes too small. Seamus turned and traced Harry’s lean Quidditch muscles with a shaking finger, unable to believe his amazing luck.
“You know,” Harry whispered, kissing Seamus’s neck. “I’ve always been a sucker for Irish boys.” Seamus felt a rush of heat all through his body, pooling in one specific area. He could hardly breath, as Harry was nibbling at his ear, whispering all the dirty things he wanted to do with him. Ron stood up from the bed, strong arms wrapping around both of the smaller boys, his mouth landing on the other side of Seamus’ neck.
Seamus was in ecstasy over this Gryffindor-man-sandwich he was in.
He closed his eyes and felt a soft wet something touch his left ear, where he knew Harry’s mouth had been seconds before. He dared a peek and both saw and felt Harry tracing his jaw line very softly with his tongue. He felt a slightly sharp pain on his right ear, but didn’t dare to move his head. He was terrified any noncompliance would turn these Gryffindor gods away from wanting to do this.
Ron and Harry shared a quick glance behind Seamus’ head. Seamus' eyes were closed, so he noticed nothing. The two boys slowly started moving around Seamus, Harry planting small kisses as he went; Ron leaving tiny nips and bites as he moved, but both were equally as erotic. Ron put a hand on Seamus' waist, making Seamus tilt his head back as Ron started kissing him under the chin. Harry's lips trailed down Seamus' shoulder to his back. Tingles of sexual electricity flew down Seamus’ spine as Harry butterflied kisses on the back of his neck. Harry traced the Irish boys' shoulder blades with a delicate finger, drawing more gasps of pleasure from him. He lightly kissed Seamus' spine and continued kissing down until he reached his waist.
Ron's kisses had progressed from under Seamus' chin to his cheek. He kissed the corner of Seamus' mouth. Seamus' lips moved to follow the kiss, but Ron quickly moved, leaving Seamus disappointed and hungry for more.
Though he was enveloped in his ultimate fantasy he couldn't help but wonder why he had been so afraid before. These boys appeared more than eager to accept him. He smiled to himself. He was certainly happy that he was friends with them.
His smiled broadened as he felt Harry's lips kiss the top of his right butt cheek. Ron again kissed the corner of Seamus' mouth, but this time, Seamus was quicker than the redhead. As soon as he felt Ron's lips, he twisted his head to meet Ron's. Their lips met evenly, and Ron paused, momentarily shocked. Then he smiled and pressed his lips more firmly to Seamus'. By this time, Harry had kissed his way around Seamus' waist and landed just above the rim of his boxers.
Seamus moaned when he felt Harry’s mouth so close to his burning erection. Harry grinned to himself, and Ron moved back to allow Harry room to move. By now, all three boys were as hard as stone and it showed. Just as Harry was slipping off Seamus’ boxers, Ron broke their kiss and whispered: “Have you ever been with a man, Seamus?”
His voice was thick with desire and his breath smelled of peppermint and musk. Seamus had to blink a few times to clear his head before he could answer.
“Well, no.”
“S’alright, mate,” Harry said from somewhere Seamus could not see because Ron was keeping his head tilted back.
“We’ll teach you,” Ron said, chuckling. Seamus heard a small laugh from Harry too, before he felt his boxers hit the floor. Seamus looked down despite himself and turned red. Harry sat back on his haunches, just looking at how well endowed Seamus was.
“Seamus, mate, bloody hell!” Harry said, eyes wide. “If I had know about this we woulda been together ages ago!” Ron laughed, and Seamus chuckled slightly, still beet red.
“D-Don’t be shy...” he said softly, before smacking Harry in the face with it. Ron roared with laughter, but Harry’s eyes glinted and he grinned.
“Alright, I won’t be shy,” he said. Before Seamus could react, Harry had leaned forward and taken his entire member into his mouth.
Seamus wanted to cry it felt so good.
Harry certainly knew how to use his tongue, Seamus thought. He moaned louder than he had before; Ron took advantage of his open mouth and put his hand behind Seamus’ head and kissed at his lips. Seamus partially closed his mouth, but not before Ron interjected with his own tongue. Seamus could hardly concentrate as Ron’s tongue worked the inside of his mouth, and Harry’s worked his erection.
After a few minutes in this position, Seamus’ back arched suddenly and Harry knew what was coming. He moved faster, and Seamus came with his loudest moan yet, Harry making sure there was no mess to be had. After Seamus’ bones regained their solidity, Ron plopped him on the bed. Harry climbed up on top of Seamus, Ron behind Harry. Seamus knew what was coming, but Harry was gentle as ever.
The pain was brief, and sharp. Seamus gasped at it, but soon it numbed into pure pleasure. He heard Harry gasp too, and soon saw Ron moving the same way Harry was, except behind Harry. Seamus grinned, his mind going wild. After a few moments, Harry’s face contorted, and he started pounding faster. Soon after, Seamus felt his insides go incredibly warm. It felt much better than he thought it would have. It made him smile to know Harry got pleasure from doing him.
Even after Harry had finished, Ron was still going at it. It only took a few more seconds, and soon all three boys were a tired, sweaty, lusty mess. Ron collapsed on top of Harry who was still on top of Seamus. Seamus groaned at the extra weight, and fell to the side, tossing Ron to the other side of the bed. They laughed, all of them in that after-sex feeling. Harry got off the bed, leaving Seamus and Ron on it by themselves. He grabbed his wand and cleaned up the mess they had left on the floor and bed. He decided to leave their clothes where they lay, as a bit of a statement.
He crawled into bed next to Seamus, who was again in the middle. Ron wrapped one arm around Seamus and laced their fingers together with one hand. Harry turned his back to Seamus and snuggled up under the covers with his back touching Seamus’ chest. Seamus reached his and Ron’s intertwined fingers across Harry’s bare stomach and Harry wedged his fingers into the mess. They fell asleep that way, Seamus dreaming of more man-sandwiches to come, a smile on his face he was sure would last a long time.
Genre: Sexual-Romance
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Threesome
Paring: Harry/Ron, Harry/Ron/Seamus
Harry pulled a candy from the bag between his legs and put one in Ron’s mouth.
Ron sucked on it thoughtfully. Harry watched him move his tongue around the hard candy and suddenly the candy wasn’t the only hard thing in the room.
“More,” Ron said simply, moving his hand to Harry’s leg. Harry rubbed it slowly, looking down at it.
“Candy,” Ron implored.
“So impatient,” Harry said, grinning. He retrieved a piece of candy and instead of giving it to Ron, he put it in his own mouth.
Ron glared at him and moved his hand.
Harry snatched the bag and put it on the floor beside the bed.
Ron coolly kept his hand moving and landed it on Harry’s crotch. “I was aiming for here, actually,” he said. “But if you’d rather...”
He moved his hand back to his own leg. Harry moaned. “No s’alright, I’m sorry.” He grabbed Ron’s hand and put it back on his crotch, now sufficiently poking out.
Ron grinned. As he massaged Harry’s bulging member, Harry leaned over to his left and landed with his mouth on Ron’s. Their lips knew each other well.
They frequently rested on Ron’s bed in their dorm, curtains wide open. It was no secret anymore that Harry Potter and his best friend were more than best friends now.
After being together for nearly 2 years, everyone had come to accept it. The sight of them making out with a hand job going on too was a common sight. Especially for Seamus, who was left alone in the dorm a lot, now that Dean was dating Lavender and Neville was...well...who knew where Neville went?
Seamus had passed over the threshold of the boys dormitory only seconds before. He sighed when Ron slipped his hand into the waistband of Harry’s jeans. Plopping himself on his bed, he rolled onto his back and looked up at the curtains of his four-poster forlornly. He dearly wished someone would do that to him. Maybe Ron, or Harry, or Ron and Harry. Anyone, really. He closed his eyes. He was surprised when he heard, “Lonely over there Seamus?”
He looked up to see Harry leaning back on his pillows, Ron’s hand still down his jeans, both of them looking at him. Seamus’s instincts took over. “No,” he said defiantly.
Harry raised his eyebrows and Ron’s hand began to move under Harry’s pants again. “Sorry then, thought you might like some company is all.” He moved to lay back again.
“Company?” Seamus asked. His heart was pounding.
“You know, as in, come join us,” Ron said, as though it were incredibly obvious.
“Me?” Seamus asked, still incredulous.
“Yeah. Take it or leave it, you’ve got 10 seconds.”
It took about two and a half for Seamus to be on his feet and across the dorm kneeling next to Harry’s bed. Harry motioned him up and he quickly obeyed.
Seamus was lying next to Harry, who was in the middle. He waved his wand and the bed expanded sideways some, to give them a little room to work. Harry placed his wand on the bedside table; the other boys followed suit.
Harry leaned in and lightly brushed his lips against Seamus’. Seamus responded eagerly. He brought his lips to meet Harry’s and ended up clanking their teeth together. Not an altogether pleasurable experience. Seamus immediately turned a shade of red rival to the trademark Weasley crimson. Harry rubbed his lips but only smiled. “Just calm down.”
Harry pushed an escaping Seamus back onto the bed and laid their chests together. This time he moved more slowly and brought their lips together softly. Seamus responded more calmly this time, though his heart was in his throat. When he felt a tongue on his lips he momentarily wondered what was going on, before realizing Harry was asking to enter his mouth. He greedily opened his mouth and let Harry in.
He pushed his tongue into Harry’s mouth, unsure of what to do. Harry was massaging his tongue and was making it hard for Seamus to concentrate.
Seamus followed Harry’s lead, also using his tongue to the best of his abilities. After several seconds, Harry leaned back, breaking the kiss. Seamus felt a cold wave of disappointment as Harry eased off of him and back onto the bed. Harry laid on his back, and slipped a hand around Ron’s waist, pulling him close. Ron moved fluidly, straddling Harry gently and leaning down to meet their faces.
“Watch,” Harry whispered to Seamus. Harry grinned boyishly, and put his hands on Ron’s shoulders and brought him quickly to his mouth, kissing him with a furious passion. His hands roamed Ron’s familiar backside, moving from the curves of his bottom to the roots of his messy red hair.
Seamus’ breathing hitched at the sight. He felt it was getting rather warm in the dormitory, and decided to slip out of his robes. Harry and Ron barely noticed, too busy wrapped up in each other still. Soon, though, Ron broke the kiss and slipped into Seamus’ empty spot on the bed. Harry rolled off the other side, folding his robes onto his bed. Ron pulled Seamus closer to him with a finger in the waistband of his boxers.
Seamus’ body nearly exploded.
Ron’s tanned fingers slipped around Seamus’ thin waist and pulled the small Irish boy between his legs against the side of the bed. Planting small kisses along Seamus’ arm, he began to unbutton Seamus’ shirt. Each time he unbuttoned a button, his placed a kiss on the boy’s chest. Seamus placed his hands awkwardly on Ron’s shoulders, trying to encourage him without being incredibly obvious.
Seamus gasped as hands gently grabbed his waist, and he sighed as he felt Harry’s weight press against him from behind. Ron finished unbuttoning Seamus’ shirt, and slipped it off of him, his own shirt following suit. They were all in just underwear, save Harry, who was wearing a white undershirt that was obviously a few sizes too small. Seamus turned and traced Harry’s lean Quidditch muscles with a shaking finger, unable to believe his amazing luck.
“You know,” Harry whispered, kissing Seamus’s neck. “I’ve always been a sucker for Irish boys.” Seamus felt a rush of heat all through his body, pooling in one specific area. He could hardly breath, as Harry was nibbling at his ear, whispering all the dirty things he wanted to do with him. Ron stood up from the bed, strong arms wrapping around both of the smaller boys, his mouth landing on the other side of Seamus’ neck.
Seamus was in ecstasy over this Gryffindor-man-sandwich he was in.
He closed his eyes and felt a soft wet something touch his left ear, where he knew Harry’s mouth had been seconds before. He dared a peek and both saw and felt Harry tracing his jaw line very softly with his tongue. He felt a slightly sharp pain on his right ear, but didn’t dare to move his head. He was terrified any noncompliance would turn these Gryffindor gods away from wanting to do this.
Ron and Harry shared a quick glance behind Seamus’ head. Seamus' eyes were closed, so he noticed nothing. The two boys slowly started moving around Seamus, Harry planting small kisses as he went; Ron leaving tiny nips and bites as he moved, but both were equally as erotic. Ron put a hand on Seamus' waist, making Seamus tilt his head back as Ron started kissing him under the chin. Harry's lips trailed down Seamus' shoulder to his back. Tingles of sexual electricity flew down Seamus’ spine as Harry butterflied kisses on the back of his neck. Harry traced the Irish boys' shoulder blades with a delicate finger, drawing more gasps of pleasure from him. He lightly kissed Seamus' spine and continued kissing down until he reached his waist.
Ron's kisses had progressed from under Seamus' chin to his cheek. He kissed the corner of Seamus' mouth. Seamus' lips moved to follow the kiss, but Ron quickly moved, leaving Seamus disappointed and hungry for more.
Though he was enveloped in his ultimate fantasy he couldn't help but wonder why he had been so afraid before. These boys appeared more than eager to accept him. He smiled to himself. He was certainly happy that he was friends with them.
His smiled broadened as he felt Harry's lips kiss the top of his right butt cheek. Ron again kissed the corner of Seamus' mouth, but this time, Seamus was quicker than the redhead. As soon as he felt Ron's lips, he twisted his head to meet Ron's. Their lips met evenly, and Ron paused, momentarily shocked. Then he smiled and pressed his lips more firmly to Seamus'. By this time, Harry had kissed his way around Seamus' waist and landed just above the rim of his boxers.
Seamus moaned when he felt Harry’s mouth so close to his burning erection. Harry grinned to himself, and Ron moved back to allow Harry room to move. By now, all three boys were as hard as stone and it showed. Just as Harry was slipping off Seamus’ boxers, Ron broke their kiss and whispered: “Have you ever been with a man, Seamus?”
His voice was thick with desire and his breath smelled of peppermint and musk. Seamus had to blink a few times to clear his head before he could answer.
“Well, no.”
“S’alright, mate,” Harry said from somewhere Seamus could not see because Ron was keeping his head tilted back.
“We’ll teach you,” Ron said, chuckling. Seamus heard a small laugh from Harry too, before he felt his boxers hit the floor. Seamus looked down despite himself and turned red. Harry sat back on his haunches, just looking at how well endowed Seamus was.
“Seamus, mate, bloody hell!” Harry said, eyes wide. “If I had know about this we woulda been together ages ago!” Ron laughed, and Seamus chuckled slightly, still beet red.
“D-Don’t be shy...” he said softly, before smacking Harry in the face with it. Ron roared with laughter, but Harry’s eyes glinted and he grinned.
“Alright, I won’t be shy,” he said. Before Seamus could react, Harry had leaned forward and taken his entire member into his mouth.
Seamus wanted to cry it felt so good.
Harry certainly knew how to use his tongue, Seamus thought. He moaned louder than he had before; Ron took advantage of his open mouth and put his hand behind Seamus’ head and kissed at his lips. Seamus partially closed his mouth, but not before Ron interjected with his own tongue. Seamus could hardly concentrate as Ron’s tongue worked the inside of his mouth, and Harry’s worked his erection.
After a few minutes in this position, Seamus’ back arched suddenly and Harry knew what was coming. He moved faster, and Seamus came with his loudest moan yet, Harry making sure there was no mess to be had. After Seamus’ bones regained their solidity, Ron plopped him on the bed. Harry climbed up on top of Seamus, Ron behind Harry. Seamus knew what was coming, but Harry was gentle as ever.
The pain was brief, and sharp. Seamus gasped at it, but soon it numbed into pure pleasure. He heard Harry gasp too, and soon saw Ron moving the same way Harry was, except behind Harry. Seamus grinned, his mind going wild. After a few moments, Harry’s face contorted, and he started pounding faster. Soon after, Seamus felt his insides go incredibly warm. It felt much better than he thought it would have. It made him smile to know Harry got pleasure from doing him.
Even after Harry had finished, Ron was still going at it. It only took a few more seconds, and soon all three boys were a tired, sweaty, lusty mess. Ron collapsed on top of Harry who was still on top of Seamus. Seamus groaned at the extra weight, and fell to the side, tossing Ron to the other side of the bed. They laughed, all of them in that after-sex feeling. Harry got off the bed, leaving Seamus and Ron on it by themselves. He grabbed his wand and cleaned up the mess they had left on the floor and bed. He decided to leave their clothes where they lay, as a bit of a statement.
He crawled into bed next to Seamus, who was again in the middle. Ron wrapped one arm around Seamus and laced their fingers together with one hand. Harry turned his back to Seamus and snuggled up under the covers with his back touching Seamus’ chest. Seamus reached his and Ron’s intertwined fingers across Harry’s bare stomach and Harry wedged his fingers into the mess. They fell asleep that way, Seamus dreaming of more man-sandwiches to come, a smile on his face he was sure would last a long time.