Red And Gold Tie - Part 2 - NC-17 | Fred/Harry/George
Summary: Things were a lot more interesting before Voldy died.
Word Count: 555
Fred followed after Harry obediently, letting the younger boy drag him by his tie. The only reason Fred wore ties anymore was because of Harry, especially the sly smirk that came upon his face every time he saw Fred wearing said tie. It was only the Gryffindor tie that got the smirk though. Any other tie and Harry would barely notice. Harry opened the bedroom door George had shut behind him, a soft smile spreading across his face as it revealed a very naked George spread across the larger of the twins beds. If it were up to them, they would have only one bed, but Molly did not know about their ministrations and that might just give it away. Fred bit back another whimper as Harry's hand fell from Fred's tie to his waist. His hand slipped under the thin t-shirt, caressing the smooth, freckled skin while Fred worked the buttons on Harry's shirt. George's hand dropped lower on his lithe body and Harry's eyes flicked back to the bed to watch the tanned hand work up and down lazily. Fred growled lowly, pressing Harry's shirt back off of him and tugging him around to nip at his collar bone. Harry moaned, the first sexual noise he had let out - Fred noticed and smirked proudly at the fact he was the one who elicited it.
"Damn it- Leaving me all alone," George was murmuring huffily as he slid off the bed and toward Harry and Fred. He siddled up behind Harry and reached around him, undoing his pants to tug them down along with his trousers. Harry helpfully stepped out of them as he undid Fred's shorts. George pressed against Harry, his cock sliding against the smooth skin of Harry's back. George was taller than Harry, so was Fred, which, you would think, would make Harry feel inferior, but oh no. Harry loves how Fred is the submissive, more gentle twin, and that George is more aggressive and anxious. He has no patience, Harry knows, as he pressed back against George's warm erection; Harry and George moaned in unison at the contact. Fred bit down on Harry's collar bone again, elongating Harry's moan. Harry twisted his fingers in Fred's hair, tugging lightly and earning a louder moan from Fred's lips.
"Spells," Harry ordered in a soft mutter, turning to push George down onto the bed while Fred set the silencing spells around the room, mainly towards the door and windows. "Good boy," Harry murmured teasingly in Fred's ear once he had returned to the bed, kneeling naked except for his Gryffindor tie beside Harry as George had Harry straddled onto the bed. George's hand reached out to smack his brother's arse, earning a surprised, but happy, yelp from Fred's mouth. A yelp that Harry swallowed into the kiss between he and Fred. As the kiss grew more heated, George got bored with watching - always anxious, he was - and made his way down to Harry's throbbing member, his lips slipping over the tip nonchalantly, and then having to hold back a grin as Harry gasped into Fred's mouth and bucked his hips into George's. George hummed softly around Harry's cock, his hand pressed hard against his thigh so that Harry wouldn't thrust into him again; George did not like gagging - really, who did?
Word Count: 555
Fred followed after Harry obediently, letting the younger boy drag him by his tie. The only reason Fred wore ties anymore was because of Harry, especially the sly smirk that came upon his face every time he saw Fred wearing said tie. It was only the Gryffindor tie that got the smirk though. Any other tie and Harry would barely notice. Harry opened the bedroom door George had shut behind him, a soft smile spreading across his face as it revealed a very naked George spread across the larger of the twins beds. If it were up to them, they would have only one bed, but Molly did not know about their ministrations and that might just give it away. Fred bit back another whimper as Harry's hand fell from Fred's tie to his waist. His hand slipped under the thin t-shirt, caressing the smooth, freckled skin while Fred worked the buttons on Harry's shirt. George's hand dropped lower on his lithe body and Harry's eyes flicked back to the bed to watch the tanned hand work up and down lazily. Fred growled lowly, pressing Harry's shirt back off of him and tugging him around to nip at his collar bone. Harry moaned, the first sexual noise he had let out - Fred noticed and smirked proudly at the fact he was the one who elicited it.
"Damn it- Leaving me all alone," George was murmuring huffily as he slid off the bed and toward Harry and Fred. He siddled up behind Harry and reached around him, undoing his pants to tug them down along with his trousers. Harry helpfully stepped out of them as he undid Fred's shorts. George pressed against Harry, his cock sliding against the smooth skin of Harry's back. George was taller than Harry, so was Fred, which, you would think, would make Harry feel inferior, but oh no. Harry loves how Fred is the submissive, more gentle twin, and that George is more aggressive and anxious. He has no patience, Harry knows, as he pressed back against George's warm erection; Harry and George moaned in unison at the contact. Fred bit down on Harry's collar bone again, elongating Harry's moan. Harry twisted his fingers in Fred's hair, tugging lightly and earning a louder moan from Fred's lips.
"Spells," Harry ordered in a soft mutter, turning to push George down onto the bed while Fred set the silencing spells around the room, mainly towards the door and windows. "Good boy," Harry murmured teasingly in Fred's ear once he had returned to the bed, kneeling naked except for his Gryffindor tie beside Harry as George had Harry straddled onto the bed. George's hand reached out to smack his brother's arse, earning a surprised, but happy, yelp from Fred's mouth. A yelp that Harry swallowed into the kiss between he and Fred. As the kiss grew more heated, George got bored with watching - always anxious, he was - and made his way down to Harry's throbbing member, his lips slipping over the tip nonchalantly, and then having to hold back a grin as Harry gasped into Fred's mouth and bucked his hips into George's. George hummed softly around Harry's cock, his hand pressed hard against his thigh so that Harry wouldn't thrust into him again; George did not like gagging - really, who did?