After Lights Out.

“Ron, please. I need…”

Harry Potter, Defeater of Voldemort, and most powerful wizard of the age, crouched, naked, on all fours, on his bed in Gryffindor Tower. A fine sheen of sweat glistened on his olive-toned skin, which was lit only by the soft glow of flickering torch flames.

Ron Weasley, best friend and long-time sidekick of the Boy Who Lived, knelt between his friend’s legs, wearing nothing more than a lust-filled expression on his boyish face.

“You need what, Harry?” he demanded, teasingly running his erection along the cleft of his best friend’s arse.

Harry pushed back against that delicious sensation, desperate for Ron to slide into his already loosened hole. A sharp slap on his buttocks caused him to whimper. “Please. I need you in me. Now.”

Ron chuckled throatily. “Of course you do,” he agreed, pressing the tip of his cock to Harry’s hole. “You always need to be filled. What would the wizarding world say if they knew their Saviour was nothing but a cock hungry whore?”

Those words caused a moan of pure desire to spill from Harry’s mouth, just as Ron had known they would.

“Don’t care,” Harry grunted. “Just fuck me, please.”

Ron laughed again. He suspected that Harry’s words were true. That he wouldn’t care who knew, just so long as he was being fucked on a regular basis.

Their ‘relationship’, such as it was, had started following Harry’s defeat of Voldemort. During drunken celebrations, one thing had led to another, and while other party goers were watching the twins’ firework display, Ron had been back in Gryffindor Tower, burying his cock down his best friend’s throat.

Since that night, Harry had been a bloody revelation. Ron had never really considered boys in that way before, but the wet suction of Harry’s mouth, and the sight of his best friend’s swollen lips stretched round his hard shaft, had been enough to convince Ron that this was what he wanted.

And it wasn’t just the sex that Harry got off on. Ron was stunned, and turned on endlessly by the number of Harry’s kinks that made themselves known.

His current favourite was exhibitionism. The prospect of others seeing them, catching them fucking, caused Harry to ride Ron’s cock harder than ever before.

Ron had originally been wary of this particular activity, fraught with potential danger as it was, but he had been steadily turned on to it, to the point where he now got off on it more than Harry.

All of which had led them to where they were right at this moment. On Harry’s bed, in the 7th year boys’ dorm, hangings drawn back, and the torchlight illuminating their activities for the rest of the rooms’ occupants to see, if they so wished.

As it turned out, their other three roommates very much wanted to see. After being teased endlessly by the sound of their friends fucking for weeks, Seamus, Dean, and Neville, had all expressed a strong desire to see more.

“Oh, I’m going to fuck you alright,” Ron growled, one hand burying in Harry’s hair, tugging his head back. “I’m going to fuck you so hard; you won’t sit down for a week.”

Harry whimpered excitedly. “Please.”

“Steady on, mate. We’ve got Quidditch on Saturday. Can’t have our Seeker out of action.”

Ron looked up at Dean and laughed. “You have a point,” he allowed.

Harry turned his head to the side and scowled at the dark skinned boy who was spoiling his fun.

“It’s the last time we let you watch,” he grumbled petulantly.

“Shut the fuck up, Dean,” Seamus complained, his eyes fixed on Harry’s spread buttocks.

“Yeah,” Neville agreed. “Harry can take it.”

Harry smiled gratefully at Neville, who promptly slid off his boxers, revealing an impressive looking erection, already leaking pre-cum.

Dean smiled lazily, one hand slowly teasing his own cock. “I suppose you could always use a Numbing Charm.”

“Good thinking,” Ron said, relieved that he wouldn’t have to hold back; he did so love to pound into his best mate.

“Stop fucking talking, and get your cock in me,” Harry demanded.

Ron’s fingers dug into Harry’s smooth arse cheeks, spreading them as wide as possible. He looked up at his roommates, a lascivious grin on his face.

“Look at that greedy hole, boys. It’s just begging to be filled with a thick cock.”

There were murmurs of assent as three pairs of eyes trained on Harry’s tight entrance. Thrusting into their own hands, as they imagined what it would be like to bury themselves inside their friend.

“Do it, Ron,” Seamus said impatiently. “Ride him hard.”

Needing no further encouragement, Ron lined his cock up and thrust into his best friend with ruthless force.

Harry cried out at the sudden intrusion, whimpering in both pain and delight. Without pausing, Ron built up a steady pace, pulling out almost completely, before slamming back in with such speed that Harry was shunted up the bed.

“Fuck, yeah,” Dean moaned, fisting his erection furiously. “Take that cock, whore.”

Ron grinned and gave a particularly forceful thrust; he knew how much Harry loved being talked to like that; he could almost come from dirty talk alone.

Harry pushed backwards against Ron, forcing his cock deeper than ever inside him.

“Good boy,” Ron gasped. “You feel so good around my cock. So tight and hot.”

“Fuck yes, “ Harry groaned. “More, please.”

As Ron pounded into him with a brutal force, Harry lowered his upper torso onto the mattress, giving him a better grip, before Ron thrust him through the wall.

Dean and Seamus had made their way to sit at the head of the bed. Their hands were now leisurely stroking each other’s cocks, but their eyes were fixed on Harry’s face, enjoying his every grunt and whimper as he was ruthlessly fucked by his best friend.

Neville, on the other hand, had remained at the foot of the bed. His eyes were transfixed on the sight on Ron’s thick cock burying itself in Harry’s arse, stretching the swollen rim of muscle further with every thrust.

“He’s so tight,” Neville muttered, thinking aloud.

Ron grinned at him. “Like you wouldn’t believe. So hot, too.”

“Very fucking hot,” Seamus agreed, one hand stroking Dean’s aching shaft, the other reaching out to stroke the soft skin of Harry’s back.

“Back off, Shay,” Ron growled. “We agreed. You can watch, and come on him, but no touching.”

“Sorry, mate. He just looks so good, I forgot myself.” Seamus removed his hand and Harry whined at the loss of his touch; some part of him had been hoping his roommates would do more than just watch.

“You okay, Harry?” Ron asked, resuming his punishing thrusts.

“Fuck, yes. Need to cum.”

Ron landed another sharp spank on Harry’s buttocks, enjoying the way the creamy skin reddened. “Not yet, slut. You don’t get to cum till we all have.”

Harry flexed his inner muscles tightly around Ron’s shaft, causing a painful throb of need in his best friend. “Fuck,” Ron gasped, moulding his hands tightly to the swell of Harry’s buttocks.

Realising that his release was imminent, Ron looked up and gave a quick nod to his friends. Seamus and Dean released their hold on each other’s cocks and got to their knees on the bed. Aiming their erections directly at Harry’s face, then began wanking almost frantically.

“You ready for this, Harry,” Ron growled, punctuating his words with sharp, jabbing movements. “I’m gonna fill your arse with my cum, and they’re going to shoot all over your face.”

“Do it,” Harry moaned, clenching his arse tightly. “I want you to fill me.” He looked up Seamus and Dean, and licked his lips. “On my face,” he begged. “Cum on my face.”

As Ron bellowed his orgasm, Harry relished the feel of hot cum flooding his passage, spurting deep inside him. He whimpered his loss as Ron slowly withdrew, but his attention was soon drawn to the leaking cocks only inches from his face.

“Gonna cover you in my cum,” Dean panted, as the thick streams of sticky fluid erupted from his shaft.

Just the sight of his friend’s cum trickling down Harry’s cheeks was enough to set Seamus off too. He let out a cry, louder than Ron’s, and was rewarded by the sight of Harry’s eager tongue flicking out to lap at his seed.

“Such a cum slut,” Seamus grunted, milking the last drops of his sperm into Harry’s waiting mouth. “So greedy for it.”

Harry licked his lips in satisfaction, savouring every last drop. Ron gave his bum an affectionate pat. “Good boy,” he praised.

Harry looked round and smiled lazily at his boyfriend, relishing the feel of Ron’s seed seeping out of his hole. His smile dropped when he saw that Neville was standing there, still erect, not having cum.

“You okay, Nev?” he asked in concern. “Don’t you want to…?”

“Course he does,” Ron interrupted. “I know exactly what he wants. Bend down again, Harry.”

Harry complied instantly. “Now reach back and spread your arse for me,” Ron continued.

Harry’s hands shot obediently behind him, taking hold of his buttocks and stretching them apart. Neville stepped closer to the bed, as if in some kind of trance. The sight of Harry’s slackened hole, still pulsing, and leaking Ron’s cum, had him fisting his cock frantically.

“Dirty boy,” he murmured, aiming his cock so that it was only inches away from the slightly red, swollen rim of Harry’s anus.

“Go on, Nev,” Ron encouraged. “Cum all over that greedy little hole.”

Those words were enough to tip Neville over the edge. Giving a strangled moan, he felt his balls tight, as his orgasm began to unleash itself. Thick ropes of sperm striped Harry’s arse, trickling down to join the seed already leaking from his abused hole.

“That feel good, Harry?” Ron asked, snaking a hand under his friend’s body, curling around his aching erection. “I think you deserve to cum now, too.”

“Please,” Harry whimpered, as Ron began tugging firmly on his cock.

“You’ve been such a good whore tonight. Put on such a good show for us all,” Ron murmured, without pause in his stroking. “Cum for me, Harry.”

Harry’s back arched, his head flung back, his mouth open in a silent scream as he felt his world explode. Ron continued to massage his cock until it became too sensitive and Harry had to beg him to stop.

Leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to his boyfriend’s cum streaked face, Ron murmured, “You should get some sleep now. You’ve had a long night.”

Harry smiled contentedly and burrowed down on his bed, eyes already drooping closed.

His four roommates stood and gazed down on his naked form. “Doesn’t he want to clean up first?” Dean asked.

“Nah,” Ron said, with a shake of his head, his fingers tracing Harry’s slackened hole. “He loves it.”