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My own prompt: first time pegging
Kink Showcased: Pegging
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Harry/Ginny/Draco
Summary: Harry and Ginny’s bedroom looked identical to every other time Draco had been invited, with one notable absence.
Content Notes/Warnings: pegging (het), Harry and Ginny are a happily married couple who enjoy sharing their bed.
Word Count: ~3.5k
Author's Notes: Written forfaithwood whose birthday always falls near the beginning of this fest. Happy Birthday! ♥ Thank you to my betas snegurochka_lee and faithwood.
This is the third fic in the Better Than series but can be read as a stand-alone.
It took half a glass of scotch before Draco finally asked, “Harry’s back from Thailand, then?”
Across the room, Ginny topped up her drink. She had her back to him, her body a sleek line of a silk fitted blouse and pencil skirt that hugged her arse beautifully. His palm itched to press a hand to the tempting swell of it. A drop of sherry splashed against the outside of her glass and she caught it with her finger. She cocked her head to give Draco an amused look.
“He’s around,” she said, and sucked the wet fingertip between her lips.
Draco’s nose twitched at the non-answer. It had been months since he’d been invited into the Potter house. They’d bought a new duvet since the last time he was here, Draco noted. It was chocolate brown and trimmed in gold and black. It set off the soft cream of the walls in Harry and Ginny’s bedroom rather nicely. Otherwise, the room was identical to every other time he’d been invited, with one notable absence.
Before Harry had left on his mission they’d fucked well into the night, the three of them, falling asleep at dawn in a tangle of sweat and come. The bruises and scratch marks had faded within the week, and every morning afterwards Draco had found himself eyeing the Prophet for any details of the star Auror’s return home. But there had been nothing.
Ginny sat in the plush leather chair by the window, her short skirt hiking up her thigh as she crossed her legs. Draco’s eyes strayed to the fine freckles sprinkled above her knee, remembering when he’d dragged his teeth across them, making her cry out while Harry had filled her with four fingers. Ginny watched him rattle the ice cubes in his tumbler, a trace of a smirk on her lips. Her tongue would taste like sherry when they finally kissed, sweet and addictive.
Only one thing stopped him from tasting it now.
They’d never paired off, not in the last eighteen months or so they’d been doing this thing. Whatever this was. The base of his spine prickled in warning. Even though today’s invitation had been written in Harry’s scrawl, it was unsettling that he wasn’t here.
Draco moved about the room, wasting a bit of time as he tried to suss out what was going on in Ginny’s pretty head. On Harry’s bedside table was an empty glass and a book, open and turned over to keep the page as if Harry had only stepped out of the room for a moment. The room was pristine, as always, each framed photo of the happy couple dust-free. Draco turned and stopped short. Half-visible from beneath the bed was an inside-out ugly grey sock that couldn’t possibly be Ginny’s.
He tossed back his drink, clearing his throat as he set the glass down on the dresser next to Harry and Ginny’s wedding photo. They smiled and waved at him.
He sat on the bed, his hand sliding over the cool, silky duvet, trying to quell the knot that was growing painfully fast behind his navel. “This is new,” he blurted out and winced at his own awkwardness.
“It’s been a long time.” Ginny smiled and crossed the room. She slid onto his lap, straddling him.
He let his eyes fall shut and inhaled the scent of her perfume. It never failed to get his cock thickening -- even when he was passing her by in Diagon Alley, stepping in as close as he dared just for the tease of it. He nuzzled her neck, sliding his hands over her bottom and pulling her as close as her skirt allowed.
“Harry’s been travelling,” she whispered, as if it might have slipped Draco’s mind. She tugged his tie free. If it were Harry, he’d fumble it and somehow make the knot tighten until Ginny rescued them both. Or Harry would use one of his charms, like magic came easier than the use of his fingers when he was undressing Draco. He captured her mouth in a kiss and moaned as she parted her lips and their tongues grazed, a sweet tease before she pulled back.
He eyed the open door, question on his lips as Ginny’s hands popped the buttons of his shirt with practiced speed. He kissed her neck and debated leaving a mark. The uncertainty of it was making him insane. Things with Harry and Ginny had always been done with a clear set of rules, even if they were mostly unspoken; it was one of reasons why it worked. He tried to give himself space to think but Ginny was squirming in his lap, making his thoughts foggy.
“His mission was only supposed to be a couple of weeks, but it took two months.” Ginny slipped his shirt off Draco’s shoulders, then nipped at the exposed skin. “He came home completely exhausted.”
A wave of dizziness passed over Draco like he was balanced on the edge of a cliff. Something in this wasn’t making sense, but Ginny gave him no time to think, grabbing his wrists and pinning him to the bed. Her skirt bunched up her thigh as she sat astride his waist.
“What do you like to do, Draco,” she said, rolling her hips, “when you’re so exhausted you can barely move, but are strung tight from too many days on edge?”
He tried to twist out from Ginny’s reach, no longer able to breathe. If she was coming to him because Harry was tired, did Harry even know? It was a line he wouldn’t cross, not when things had been working out, he’d thought.
“Draco.” She said his name like a light reprimand. She’d stopped moving, her face no longer teasing, but asking to be understood. “What do you want most to unwind after a long, stressful trip when you aren’t fit yet for company?”
Draco thought for a moment, taking a deep breath to clear his head. Harry was tired. Of course he was. International Portkeys and the time changes always made Draco jittery when he travelled. His shoulders ached at the memory of his last trip. When he’d arrived home, all he’d wanted to do was spend the night with a good bottle of wine and the best porn he could find. It was all he could ask for to sit with his hand on his dick, and no expectations around him. He’d even turned down Harry’s owl. He’d just wanted to let himself be entertained, he’d told Harry later. Harry had nodded in understanding. But what did that have to do with...
“Oh.”
He’s around.
Draco looked around the room. He couldn’t see anything, but then he laughed to himself because Harry Potter was such an arse. He should have guessed. Draco flipped Ginny onto her back and made a good show of kissing her. He moaned into her mouth, sucking in her bottom lip until she gasped and her legs fell open around his waist. Let the bastard be entertained.
“When did he get back?”
Ginny’s eyes twinkled with amusement at his understanding. “A few hours ago,” she said, a little breathless. Her hips tilted and her skirt rose further until he could feel the heat between her legs pressing at his crotch.
Holding Ginny’s wrist in one hand, he plucked the buttons of her blouse until he could get his mouth on the swell of her breast. He sucked in her nipple, the lace of her bra rough against his tongue. She arched beautifully beneath him, moaning for Harry’s benefit as much as his own.
“Ginny.” He kissed the name into her shoulder, nothing more than a rumble of sound.
They stripped each other, slower than usual, each piece of clothing peeling away and tossed aside with a dramatic flair. They were well suited for this; he and Ginny enjoyed being appreciated, watched. He wondered if Harry had considered that when picking the night’s festivities.
Naked, Ginny stretched out on bed, a glorious expanse of pale skin and freckles. Draco peppered kissed along her side, teasing licks across her ribcage and below the swell of her breasts.
He worked his way up to her neck, and finally made the mark he’d debated earlier. His cock grazed the soft curls of her mound and he shivered. “What did you have in mind tonight, Mrs. Potter?”
She reached up, grabbing something beneath one of the huge decorative pillows. She held up a familiar pink sparkly dildo, and said, “By request.”
Draco snorted. He’d seen it in use, naturally. It was Harry’s favourite toy, and both Draco and Ginny had fucked him with it on occasion. It was average length and width; other than being ridiculous in its colour and the Dazzle Charm, it was completely ordinary, but Harry loved it. Draco didn’t. Dildos were hard and unyielding, cold and just never quite right. And while he shared a bed with both Ginny and Harry, he had never had a desire to stick anything in his arse that didn’t belong to either of them.
“And what exactly was the request?”
Ginny bit her lip, a flash of uncertainty in her eyes. “Something we’ve never done.” Ginny fished the harness out of the drawer. Her eyebrow lifted just enough to make it an unspoken question.
He looked around the room again, trying to catch a shadow out of place or hear shuffling of feet. He could feel eyes on him, but there was no hint to where those eyes were coming from. It was unnerving -- and thrilling, to be the focus of someone’s intimate gaze when Draco couldn’t see him.
“Draco?”
He brought his attention back to Ginny, remembering the point.
“I --” He looked down at the dildo, his agreement catching in his throat.
With a shimmer of fabric, Harry appeared. He was sitting where Ginny had been, the leather chair by the window. He was unshaven, his hair a mess. His clothes were rumpled and the circles under his eyes spoke volumes of how little sleep he’d managed in Thailand.
His stare, dark and intense, sent a shiver down Draco’s spine.
“You heard her, Malfoy. It’s my request.” The words were thick with exhaustion, but no less commanding.
Draco’s cheeks warmed, his body lighting up like a fire cracker at the tone. And suddenly the hard plastic was a lot more inviting. This wasn’t about being watched, or him trying to get off on a dildo. It was about putting on a show -- a show to make Harry come undone without Draco ever even laying a hand on him.
He reached out and took the harness from Ginny’s hand, slid the dildo into place and offered it back to her. With a nod, she wriggled into it and snapped the leather closed at her hip.
Together, they oiled the fake cock, kissing and slicking each other’s hand and wrists until the mess of oil made them clumsy. Draco cupped Ginny’s right beast, massaging the oil over her chest until her nipples hardened into slick peaks. He mouthed over it, skin on skin this time, grazing the point with his teeth until she writhed. The plastic cock knocked his thigh and he looked down at it, oddly nervous. Ginny’s hand closed around the shaft and started stroking. Her eyes fell shut and Draco remembered the harness had a small egg-shaped piece that rubbed right over Ginny’s clit when the dildo shifted.
He’d once seen her get off just by stroking the dildo. He and Harry had sat together, silent and amazed through the entire scene. He wondered if Harry felt that same way now, awed at the sight of his wife about to fuck another man at his request. He couldn’t see Harry anymore, the chair was just out of his line of sight, but still he wondered: was his zip down? Was his hand down his pants, or was he waiting as Draco would, trying to last through the scene?
“Turn over,” Ginny said, her eyes flashing with heat and her voice low. Fuck. When she wanted to Ginny Potter could bring a man to his knees with two words.
Draco turned, arse in the air and face buried in a pillow before he thought twice. The room was warm, the fireplace lit despite it being June. Still, his skin prickled with goosebumps as Ginny moved off the bed to find the lube that had fallen at some point, leaving him alone and exposed. From across the room he heard the click of a zipper lowering. He forced himself still, and turned to watch Ginny as she flipped the cap and slicked her fingers again.
She prepared him slowly, starting with one gentle finger, sinking in and exploring like she was cataloguing every twitch, every sound Draco made as she fingered him. Draco knew he was on display. It was different from any other time they’d had together. Usually they were each distracted, one way or another, but tonight two sets of eyes were focused on Ginny’s finger pushing in, and then on the second, stretching him open. The back of Draco’s neck prickled at the scrutiny; his cock ached beneath him, unabashed.
“Enough,” he said when he couldn’t take anymore.
He craned his neck to watch as Ginny wiped her hand on some discarded clothing and moved in behind him. She looked stunning with her small waist and her pert arse framed beautifully in leather straps, the thick pink cock jutting proudly between her legs. From over her shoulder, he could see Harry lit by the moonlight streaming through the window, his hand cupping the bulge in his boxers.
Ginny leaned over, pressing her breasts to his back and whispered into his hair, “Hold a post.”
Draco blinked for a second before catching her meaning, then shuffled to the corner of the bed and wrapped his fingers high on the post by Harry’s bedside table.
He felt Ginny moving into place and he clutched the post tighter.
“First time?” she asked, and he didn’t bother to answer. The plastic was wet but cool at his entrance, and he spread his knees further.
She pressed in with a quick, sharp thrust of her hips like he’d seen her do to Harry more than once. The head spread him wide, stealing his breath as he clenched down and found no give. Sweat broke out at the base of his spine. She inched forward and he willed himself calm. He loved this part best when watching, seeing Harry’s hole stretched to its limit, glistening wet with lube and Harry’s mouth falling open as his body adjusted.
Draco leaned his shoulder against the post and the cock slid in easily, angle perfect. Merlin, she knew what she was doing. How many times had she done this for Harry? Just like this, against this post. He’d tell her just how he liked it because that’s how Harry was in bed, open and uncomplicated, with just enough hero-ego to pull it all off. And Ginny would meet him step for step in anything.
She pulled out a little and thrust back in until he could feel the cool leather harness against his arse. He trembled, his fingers slippery on the post from sweat and oil. He didn’t know why this was different than being fucked by Harry. All he knew was that his stomach twisted, like that first time when he’d waited in the hotel room for them to arrive and was sure they’d kick him out. He cleared his throat, trying to hide the vulnerability he was feeling.
“You fuck your husband like this, Mrs Potter?” he asked, breathless. “Does his arse look this pretty swallowing your cock?”
She laughed, breathy and deep, and gripped his hips tighter. They felt nothing like Harry’s; he looked down to see her dainty, manicured nails biting half moons above his hipbone. “If you look close on that post, you might see scratch marks.” Then she pulled out and rocked back in, sliding perfectly over his prostate and making his comeback slip from his mind.
“Am I getting it right?” she asked, coy. A dark chuckle echoed from the shadows, just out of sight. Ginny tilted her hips just so and Draco saw stars.
“Fuck.” He gritted his teeth to hide his moan.
Draco couldn’t see Harry any longer, but he’d bet a small fortune that he had one hand over his mouth to muffle his amusement and the other on his dick, because there was no question the picture Draco and Ginny made together was brilliant.
Arching his back, Draco impaled himself deeper and Ginny moaned. Interesting. He did it again and yeah. The pretty little uh she gasped was answer enough that the angle was just right for her too. And just like that the balance of control shifted and settled into something a bit more give and take.
They set a steady rhythm, slower than he usually fucked, drawn out and patient the way Ginny preferred. They were in no hurry, letting the tension build and wane, only to build it again higher. Her forehead rested against his nape, and her hair clung to his back as she panted into each thrust.
At one point, Ginny came, he was sure. She cried out, her teeth closing on his shoulder blade in a delicious stab of pain, but she kept fucking him through it, riding the waves and working for the next crescendo.
Knowing that Harry was watching them and getting off made what the two of them were doing that much more intense. His world collapsed to the way Ginny played his body like she rode her Firebolt, manipulating it to her will, and to the prickly heat of Harry’s eyes dragging over their bodies. Draco focused on the angle at which the dildo hit his prostate and what it would finally take to send him over. He whimpered into his forearm as she slowed yet again.
“Can you come like this?”
His hands weren’t free. They were too slippery on the post and she was rocking into him too hard not to hold tight with both. “No.”
“I think you can,” she said, rutting hard against his arse.
“Can’t,” he gasped, frustration making his voice crack. “Ginny.”
“Harry wants to see you come without a hand on your cock,” she said, her voice like velvet in his ear. “You know he does.”
He heard the quiet slap of flesh on the other side of the room, but couldn’t look.
She increased her rhythm. Her back had to be sore, her thighs burning but she kept steady, whimpering through the ache of her over-stimulated clit. She had to be as desperate as Draco was for him to tip over the edge.
“Oh fuck,” Harry cried out, his voice raw. The sound twisted around Draco’s balls, sending him over.
It built low in his belly, a spiralling heat that coursed through his body until he was swearing and clamping down on that damn plastic dick that had no give, no forgiveness. He bent his head and watched as his dick spurted come on the post, hit the bedside table and the side of the water glass. It dribbled down his own leg and onto Harry’s pillow. He shivered, wrecked. Ginny pulled out slowly, wrapping her arms around him, holding him through the aftershocks.
She tugged his arms until he let go of the post and they tumbled together to the bed. He turned, kissing her damp hair, and whispering filthy things into her ear about her endless talents.
Ginny laughed, kissing the tip of his nose the way Harry always did to her. She was gorgeous like this, flushed and bright eyed, a purple love bite blooming on her neck. She stripped off the harness and dropped it to the floor, pulling the covers around them both with a contented sigh.
He’d just closed his eyes, his body still tingly from his orgasm, when a warm body slipped in behind him. He shivered.
A gentle scratch of stubble at his nape was followed by a kiss and a whispered, thank you. He could smell Harry’s favourite whiskey on his breath, and beneath that a faint trace of come left over from a too-quick Cleaning Charm.
“Enjoy the show?”
Harry pressed his soft cock against Draco’s bare arse. “How could I not?”
Draco turned to catch Harry’s lips in a kiss. It was slow and sleepy, but deep enough to be filled with promise. Harry and Ginny’s fingers intertwined at his hip.
He grinned and whispered, “Welcome back.”
~fin
Author:
marguerite_26My own prompt: first time pegging
Kink Showcased: Pegging
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Harry/Ginny/Draco
Summary: Harry and Ginny’s bedroom looked identical to every other time Draco had been invited, with one notable absence.
Content Notes/Warnings: pegging (het), Harry and Ginny are a happily married couple who enjoy sharing their bed.
Word Count: ~3.5k
Author's Notes: Written for
faithwood whose birthday always falls near the beginning of this fest. Happy Birthday! ♥ Thank you to my betas snegurochka_lee and faithwood.This is the third fic in the Better Than series but can be read as a stand-alone.
It took half a glass of scotch before Draco finally asked, “Harry’s back from Thailand, then?”
Across the room, Ginny topped up her drink. She had her back to him, her body a sleek line of a silk fitted blouse and pencil skirt that hugged her arse beautifully. His palm itched to press a hand to the tempting swell of it. A drop of sherry splashed against the outside of her glass and she caught it with her finger. She cocked her head to give Draco an amused look.
“He’s around,” she said, and sucked the wet fingertip between her lips.
Draco’s nose twitched at the non-answer. It had been months since he’d been invited into the Potter house. They’d bought a new duvet since the last time he was here, Draco noted. It was chocolate brown and trimmed in gold and black. It set off the soft cream of the walls in Harry and Ginny’s bedroom rather nicely. Otherwise, the room was identical to every other time he’d been invited, with one notable absence.
Before Harry had left on his mission they’d fucked well into the night, the three of them, falling asleep at dawn in a tangle of sweat and come. The bruises and scratch marks had faded within the week, and every morning afterwards Draco had found himself eyeing the Prophet for any details of the star Auror’s return home. But there had been nothing.
Ginny sat in the plush leather chair by the window, her short skirt hiking up her thigh as she crossed her legs. Draco’s eyes strayed to the fine freckles sprinkled above her knee, remembering when he’d dragged his teeth across them, making her cry out while Harry had filled her with four fingers. Ginny watched him rattle the ice cubes in his tumbler, a trace of a smirk on her lips. Her tongue would taste like sherry when they finally kissed, sweet and addictive.
Only one thing stopped him from tasting it now.
They’d never paired off, not in the last eighteen months or so they’d been doing this thing. Whatever this was. The base of his spine prickled in warning. Even though today’s invitation had been written in Harry’s scrawl, it was unsettling that he wasn’t here.
Draco moved about the room, wasting a bit of time as he tried to suss out what was going on in Ginny’s pretty head. On Harry’s bedside table was an empty glass and a book, open and turned over to keep the page as if Harry had only stepped out of the room for a moment. The room was pristine, as always, each framed photo of the happy couple dust-free. Draco turned and stopped short. Half-visible from beneath the bed was an inside-out ugly grey sock that couldn’t possibly be Ginny’s.
He tossed back his drink, clearing his throat as he set the glass down on the dresser next to Harry and Ginny’s wedding photo. They smiled and waved at him.
He sat on the bed, his hand sliding over the cool, silky duvet, trying to quell the knot that was growing painfully fast behind his navel. “This is new,” he blurted out and winced at his own awkwardness.
“It’s been a long time.” Ginny smiled and crossed the room. She slid onto his lap, straddling him.
He let his eyes fall shut and inhaled the scent of her perfume. It never failed to get his cock thickening -- even when he was passing her by in Diagon Alley, stepping in as close as he dared just for the tease of it. He nuzzled her neck, sliding his hands over her bottom and pulling her as close as her skirt allowed.
“Harry’s been travelling,” she whispered, as if it might have slipped Draco’s mind. She tugged his tie free. If it were Harry, he’d fumble it and somehow make the knot tighten until Ginny rescued them both. Or Harry would use one of his charms, like magic came easier than the use of his fingers when he was undressing Draco. He captured her mouth in a kiss and moaned as she parted her lips and their tongues grazed, a sweet tease before she pulled back.
He eyed the open door, question on his lips as Ginny’s hands popped the buttons of his shirt with practiced speed. He kissed her neck and debated leaving a mark. The uncertainty of it was making him insane. Things with Harry and Ginny had always been done with a clear set of rules, even if they were mostly unspoken; it was one of reasons why it worked. He tried to give himself space to think but Ginny was squirming in his lap, making his thoughts foggy.
“His mission was only supposed to be a couple of weeks, but it took two months.” Ginny slipped his shirt off Draco’s shoulders, then nipped at the exposed skin. “He came home completely exhausted.”
A wave of dizziness passed over Draco like he was balanced on the edge of a cliff. Something in this wasn’t making sense, but Ginny gave him no time to think, grabbing his wrists and pinning him to the bed. Her skirt bunched up her thigh as she sat astride his waist.
“What do you like to do, Draco,” she said, rolling her hips, “when you’re so exhausted you can barely move, but are strung tight from too many days on edge?”
He tried to twist out from Ginny’s reach, no longer able to breathe. If she was coming to him because Harry was tired, did Harry even know? It was a line he wouldn’t cross, not when things had been working out, he’d thought.
“Draco.” She said his name like a light reprimand. She’d stopped moving, her face no longer teasing, but asking to be understood. “What do you want most to unwind after a long, stressful trip when you aren’t fit yet for company?”
Draco thought for a moment, taking a deep breath to clear his head. Harry was tired. Of course he was. International Portkeys and the time changes always made Draco jittery when he travelled. His shoulders ached at the memory of his last trip. When he’d arrived home, all he’d wanted to do was spend the night with a good bottle of wine and the best porn he could find. It was all he could ask for to sit with his hand on his dick, and no expectations around him. He’d even turned down Harry’s owl. He’d just wanted to let himself be entertained, he’d told Harry later. Harry had nodded in understanding. But what did that have to do with...
“Oh.”
He’s around.
Draco looked around the room. He couldn’t see anything, but then he laughed to himself because Harry Potter was such an arse. He should have guessed. Draco flipped Ginny onto her back and made a good show of kissing her. He moaned into her mouth, sucking in her bottom lip until she gasped and her legs fell open around his waist. Let the bastard be entertained.
“When did he get back?”
Ginny’s eyes twinkled with amusement at his understanding. “A few hours ago,” she said, a little breathless. Her hips tilted and her skirt rose further until he could feel the heat between her legs pressing at his crotch.
Holding Ginny’s wrist in one hand, he plucked the buttons of her blouse until he could get his mouth on the swell of her breast. He sucked in her nipple, the lace of her bra rough against his tongue. She arched beautifully beneath him, moaning for Harry’s benefit as much as his own.
“Ginny.” He kissed the name into her shoulder, nothing more than a rumble of sound.
They stripped each other, slower than usual, each piece of clothing peeling away and tossed aside with a dramatic flair. They were well suited for this; he and Ginny enjoyed being appreciated, watched. He wondered if Harry had considered that when picking the night’s festivities.
Naked, Ginny stretched out on bed, a glorious expanse of pale skin and freckles. Draco peppered kissed along her side, teasing licks across her ribcage and below the swell of her breasts.
He worked his way up to her neck, and finally made the mark he’d debated earlier. His cock grazed the soft curls of her mound and he shivered. “What did you have in mind tonight, Mrs. Potter?”
She reached up, grabbing something beneath one of the huge decorative pillows. She held up a familiar pink sparkly dildo, and said, “By request.”
Draco snorted. He’d seen it in use, naturally. It was Harry’s favourite toy, and both Draco and Ginny had fucked him with it on occasion. It was average length and width; other than being ridiculous in its colour and the Dazzle Charm, it was completely ordinary, but Harry loved it. Draco didn’t. Dildos were hard and unyielding, cold and just never quite right. And while he shared a bed with both Ginny and Harry, he had never had a desire to stick anything in his arse that didn’t belong to either of them.
“And what exactly was the request?”
Ginny bit her lip, a flash of uncertainty in her eyes. “Something we’ve never done.” Ginny fished the harness out of the drawer. Her eyebrow lifted just enough to make it an unspoken question.
He looked around the room again, trying to catch a shadow out of place or hear shuffling of feet. He could feel eyes on him, but there was no hint to where those eyes were coming from. It was unnerving -- and thrilling, to be the focus of someone’s intimate gaze when Draco couldn’t see him.
“Draco?”
He brought his attention back to Ginny, remembering the point.
“I --” He looked down at the dildo, his agreement catching in his throat.
With a shimmer of fabric, Harry appeared. He was sitting where Ginny had been, the leather chair by the window. He was unshaven, his hair a mess. His clothes were rumpled and the circles under his eyes spoke volumes of how little sleep he’d managed in Thailand.
His stare, dark and intense, sent a shiver down Draco’s spine.
“You heard her, Malfoy. It’s my request.” The words were thick with exhaustion, but no less commanding.
Draco’s cheeks warmed, his body lighting up like a fire cracker at the tone. And suddenly the hard plastic was a lot more inviting. This wasn’t about being watched, or him trying to get off on a dildo. It was about putting on a show -- a show to make Harry come undone without Draco ever even laying a hand on him.
He reached out and took the harness from Ginny’s hand, slid the dildo into place and offered it back to her. With a nod, she wriggled into it and snapped the leather closed at her hip.
Together, they oiled the fake cock, kissing and slicking each other’s hand and wrists until the mess of oil made them clumsy. Draco cupped Ginny’s right beast, massaging the oil over her chest until her nipples hardened into slick peaks. He mouthed over it, skin on skin this time, grazing the point with his teeth until she writhed. The plastic cock knocked his thigh and he looked down at it, oddly nervous. Ginny’s hand closed around the shaft and started stroking. Her eyes fell shut and Draco remembered the harness had a small egg-shaped piece that rubbed right over Ginny’s clit when the dildo shifted.
He’d once seen her get off just by stroking the dildo. He and Harry had sat together, silent and amazed through the entire scene. He wondered if Harry felt that same way now, awed at the sight of his wife about to fuck another man at his request. He couldn’t see Harry anymore, the chair was just out of his line of sight, but still he wondered: was his zip down? Was his hand down his pants, or was he waiting as Draco would, trying to last through the scene?
“Turn over,” Ginny said, her eyes flashing with heat and her voice low. Fuck. When she wanted to Ginny Potter could bring a man to his knees with two words.
Draco turned, arse in the air and face buried in a pillow before he thought twice. The room was warm, the fireplace lit despite it being June. Still, his skin prickled with goosebumps as Ginny moved off the bed to find the lube that had fallen at some point, leaving him alone and exposed. From across the room he heard the click of a zipper lowering. He forced himself still, and turned to watch Ginny as she flipped the cap and slicked her fingers again.
She prepared him slowly, starting with one gentle finger, sinking in and exploring like she was cataloguing every twitch, every sound Draco made as she fingered him. Draco knew he was on display. It was different from any other time they’d had together. Usually they were each distracted, one way or another, but tonight two sets of eyes were focused on Ginny’s finger pushing in, and then on the second, stretching him open. The back of Draco’s neck prickled at the scrutiny; his cock ached beneath him, unabashed.
“Enough,” he said when he couldn’t take anymore.
He craned his neck to watch as Ginny wiped her hand on some discarded clothing and moved in behind him. She looked stunning with her small waist and her pert arse framed beautifully in leather straps, the thick pink cock jutting proudly between her legs. From over her shoulder, he could see Harry lit by the moonlight streaming through the window, his hand cupping the bulge in his boxers.
Ginny leaned over, pressing her breasts to his back and whispered into his hair, “Hold a post.”
Draco blinked for a second before catching her meaning, then shuffled to the corner of the bed and wrapped his fingers high on the post by Harry’s bedside table.
He felt Ginny moving into place and he clutched the post tighter.
“First time?” she asked, and he didn’t bother to answer. The plastic was wet but cool at his entrance, and he spread his knees further.
She pressed in with a quick, sharp thrust of her hips like he’d seen her do to Harry more than once. The head spread him wide, stealing his breath as he clenched down and found no give. Sweat broke out at the base of his spine. She inched forward and he willed himself calm. He loved this part best when watching, seeing Harry’s hole stretched to its limit, glistening wet with lube and Harry’s mouth falling open as his body adjusted.
Draco leaned his shoulder against the post and the cock slid in easily, angle perfect. Merlin, she knew what she was doing. How many times had she done this for Harry? Just like this, against this post. He’d tell her just how he liked it because that’s how Harry was in bed, open and uncomplicated, with just enough hero-ego to pull it all off. And Ginny would meet him step for step in anything.
She pulled out a little and thrust back in until he could feel the cool leather harness against his arse. He trembled, his fingers slippery on the post from sweat and oil. He didn’t know why this was different than being fucked by Harry. All he knew was that his stomach twisted, like that first time when he’d waited in the hotel room for them to arrive and was sure they’d kick him out. He cleared his throat, trying to hide the vulnerability he was feeling.
“You fuck your husband like this, Mrs Potter?” he asked, breathless. “Does his arse look this pretty swallowing your cock?”
She laughed, breathy and deep, and gripped his hips tighter. They felt nothing like Harry’s; he looked down to see her dainty, manicured nails biting half moons above his hipbone. “If you look close on that post, you might see scratch marks.” Then she pulled out and rocked back in, sliding perfectly over his prostate and making his comeback slip from his mind.
“Am I getting it right?” she asked, coy. A dark chuckle echoed from the shadows, just out of sight. Ginny tilted her hips just so and Draco saw stars.
“Fuck.” He gritted his teeth to hide his moan.
Draco couldn’t see Harry any longer, but he’d bet a small fortune that he had one hand over his mouth to muffle his amusement and the other on his dick, because there was no question the picture Draco and Ginny made together was brilliant.
Arching his back, Draco impaled himself deeper and Ginny moaned. Interesting. He did it again and yeah. The pretty little uh she gasped was answer enough that the angle was just right for her too. And just like that the balance of control shifted and settled into something a bit more give and take.
They set a steady rhythm, slower than he usually fucked, drawn out and patient the way Ginny preferred. They were in no hurry, letting the tension build and wane, only to build it again higher. Her forehead rested against his nape, and her hair clung to his back as she panted into each thrust.
At one point, Ginny came, he was sure. She cried out, her teeth closing on his shoulder blade in a delicious stab of pain, but she kept fucking him through it, riding the waves and working for the next crescendo.
Knowing that Harry was watching them and getting off made what the two of them were doing that much more intense. His world collapsed to the way Ginny played his body like she rode her Firebolt, manipulating it to her will, and to the prickly heat of Harry’s eyes dragging over their bodies. Draco focused on the angle at which the dildo hit his prostate and what it would finally take to send him over. He whimpered into his forearm as she slowed yet again.
“Can you come like this?”
His hands weren’t free. They were too slippery on the post and she was rocking into him too hard not to hold tight with both. “No.”
“I think you can,” she said, rutting hard against his arse.
“Can’t,” he gasped, frustration making his voice crack. “Ginny.”
“Harry wants to see you come without a hand on your cock,” she said, her voice like velvet in his ear. “You know he does.”
He heard the quiet slap of flesh on the other side of the room, but couldn’t look.
She increased her rhythm. Her back had to be sore, her thighs burning but she kept steady, whimpering through the ache of her over-stimulated clit. She had to be as desperate as Draco was for him to tip over the edge.
“Oh fuck,” Harry cried out, his voice raw. The sound twisted around Draco’s balls, sending him over.
It built low in his belly, a spiralling heat that coursed through his body until he was swearing and clamping down on that damn plastic dick that had no give, no forgiveness. He bent his head and watched as his dick spurted come on the post, hit the bedside table and the side of the water glass. It dribbled down his own leg and onto Harry’s pillow. He shivered, wrecked. Ginny pulled out slowly, wrapping her arms around him, holding him through the aftershocks.
She tugged his arms until he let go of the post and they tumbled together to the bed. He turned, kissing her damp hair, and whispering filthy things into her ear about her endless talents.
Ginny laughed, kissing the tip of his nose the way Harry always did to her. She was gorgeous like this, flushed and bright eyed, a purple love bite blooming on her neck. She stripped off the harness and dropped it to the floor, pulling the covers around them both with a contented sigh.
He’d just closed his eyes, his body still tingly from his orgasm, when a warm body slipped in behind him. He shivered.
A gentle scratch of stubble at his nape was followed by a kiss and a whispered, thank you. He could smell Harry’s favourite whiskey on his breath, and beneath that a faint trace of come left over from a too-quick Cleaning Charm.
“Enjoy the show?”
Harry pressed his soft cock against Draco’s bare arse. “How could I not?”
Draco turned to catch Harry’s lips in a kiss. It was slow and sleepy, but deep enough to be filled with promise. Harry and Ginny’s fingers intertwined at his hip.
He grinned and whispered, “Welcome back.”
~fin
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