Harry Potter and The Charming Prince (BP7)

Draco trembled as his husband led him into the candlelit bedchamber, the other two following. Now that he was there, he was almost too nervous to know where to begin.

It was indeed a bit overwhelming, and Harry didn't really know where to begin either. Fred and George, however, seemed a lot more confident.

"Lovely," Fred said huskily upon entering the room, shucking out of his robes.

Draco's eyes widened and his pulse quickened as he watched the other two. He had had fantasies like this but the reality was overwhelming.

Harry could hardly believe it. Fred and George, his best mate's twin brothers, were stripping for him and his husband. God.

"I hope you're not expecting us to give you a show," said George with a slow smile as he tugged on his own belt.

"Quite a good one so far," Draco answered, arching an eyebrow as he looked them both up and down.

Harry was surprised that he didn't feel a spike of jealousy. He actually quite agreed with Draco. Oh, Merlin, and then they dropped their trousers, and their erections were even more prominent and Harry shivered with arousal.

Draco shivered, as well, licking his lips again. He glanced to the side to see Harry's reaction and grinned at the open lust he saw.

Harry happened to glance at Draco as well, and he looked so incredibly, gorgeously turned on that he had to kiss him. So he did, and reached for the buttons of his shirt. It was no longer difficult to understand where to begin now that his lips were on Draco. His husband would always be his starting point, his finish line, and everything in between. Fred and George were simply there to make the 'in between' more fun.

Draco moaned the minute Harry touched him, mouth opening to him. He loved it when Harry took control.

"Love you. So hot," Harry whispered into Draco's open mouth, fingers moving quickly.

Draco panted as he stood, letting his lover undress him. He wanted this. Wanted to be spoiled like this on his birthday. "Yes," he agreed.

Harry groaned, and then, quite suddenly, there were another pair of hands helping, pulling Draco's shirt and slipping it down his shoulders. And Harry nearly jumped when yet another pair snaked from behind him to fumble with the fasteners of his trousers.

"Oh, Gods," Draco gasped, feeling almost faint with desire. He looked over Harry's shoulder to see one of the other two men smiling back at him. It was Fred and he locked eyes with Draco and licked a slow, wet line up Harry's neck. Harry groaned again.

Right then, Draco felt nips and licks to the back of his own neck as his hair was pushed aside and his bare chest caressed by George behind him. Draco moaned, tilting his head to one side to allow George better access but forcing himself to keep his eyes open to watch Fred with Harry.

Harry had expected a little awkwardness, a little hesitancy, not this – this heat, these sensations to come so easily. He could feel Fred's tongue on him, feel his hands still working on his trousers. He opened his eyes to watch Draco, and it was so incredibly strange to be so close to him, feeling this pleasure, watching him, and knowing they weren't the ones giving each other the pleasure.

Fred's eyes were still on Draco's as he licked along Harry's skin, and then licked the corner of his mouth. Harry looked at Draco too as he gently touched the tip of his tongue to Fred's.

Draco shivered with both the sensations of George's hands and mouth on him and the sight of his husband kissing Fred. He reached his hands back to touch the man behind him. George breathed hotly into Draco's ear, and then his hands were pushing at the trousers, sliding inside them to get them down and his palm rested against Draco's tattoo.

Harry watched them even as he licked along Fred's tongue, wondering if the tattoo would feel the same for Draco when a different person was touching it.

Draco had wondered the same thing but was not surprised when the tattoo seemed to remain just that under George's hand. Not that it didn't feel good to have the man touching him.

Fred had managed to unfasten Harry's trousers even as his tongue was twisting with Harry’s. Fred pushed his hands over the man's hips and then cupped Harry's arousal through his shorts. "Very nice," he whispered.

Harry gasped, thrusting out slightly into Fred's hand, still watching Draco. He felt almost too stimulated. It was unreal that Harry felt so intimately connected to Draco within the circle of two other men and it felt as though the moment was bringing them closer, adding a new layer of trust to their relationship and their love for each other. And watching George undress Draco was hot.

"Fuck, I wanna ride you," George whispered, pushing Draco's trousers and shorts down in one. He was naked, and his hard cock pressed against Draco from behind.

Fred gripped Harry's cock with his hand and his other hand cupped an arse cheek. "Good idea," he said to his twin.

Draco's entire body shuddered at that and he gasped, head turning to look back at George. His hands touched the man's hips, sliding back. George smirked at Fred and then captured Draco's lips, his eyes closing in obvious pleasure. And Draco found George's kiss was different, tasted different, than Harry's. Yet, it was good. And it was exciting listening to Harry and Fred too.

Harry gasped again from the sight before him, feeling his cock pulse with it and Fred's agreement with George. They really wanted to be fucked? Merlin, it was almost just too much. "You wanna ride me?" he breathed, amazed he could still even think.

"Do you have any idea how much we have wanted you two?" Fred asked, squeezing Harry's cock for emphasis.

"Perhaps a – oh, God – perhaps a bit," Harry panted, his eyes still firmly planted on Draco and how utterly – surprisingly – beautiful he looked while kissing. He groaned. "Mmmm, wanna see your cock in his arse," he said to his husband, actually surprising himself. He knew he had a filthy mouth when it was the two of them but, apparently, being a part of a crowd did nothing to clean up Harry's language.

Draco's eyes had nearly closed as he kissed George but they snapped open at that. If he couldn't see Harry's magical signature, he would have suspected Polyjuice. He pulled back from the kiss and looked into George's eyes. "Want me?" he asked.

A light flush spread over George's face and he nodded, completely aroused and obviously so. Draco kicked his shorts and trousers aside and then turned, taking George by the hand and leading him to the bed. He smiled up at George and then over at Harry and Fred before lying back on the bed.

"Fantastic," Fred said, nipping at Harry's jaw. "Shall we join them?"

Harry's mouth had gone slack as he stared at Draco. It took him a moment to answer Fred. "Yeah," he said, voice very deep. "But I want to watch him."

George stared with open lust and awe down at Draco. "When did you get these?" he asked with a smirk, dipping to quickly lick the lion upon Draco's skin. Draco moaned, arching under that tongue. Though not as strongly as with Harry, the tattoo did seem to respond to Draco's arousal, moving as if pleased with the lick.

Fred fingered the edge of the tattoo that showed above Harry's shorts. "What's yours?" he asked.

Harry had gasped when Draco had arched and now took Fred's hand, sliding it down his own hip and then thigh, so far that his boxers had to pull down with it. "Why don't you take a look yourself?" he said.

Fred chuckled and slid to his knees, taking Harry's shorts to the floor. His face was now level with Harry's hip and he ran his fingers over the dragon tattoo.

On the bed, Draco reached out and sunk his fingers into George's hair. "Yes, more," he gasped. George groaned quietly, licking the tattoo again before licking straight up Draco's shaft.

Harry trembled, both from the sight of Draco again, and the feeling of Fred touching him. Had Draco touched him, the dragon would have arched and lolled its head and sparked. It seemed interested in Fred, but that was it. It wasn't mad for him. Harry felt a small bit of relief at that.

Fred chuckled, petting the tattoo. "Dragon in honour of him and he has the lion, cute," he smirked. Then he slid his fingers over to Harry's cock and up his shaft. "This is even nicer."

"Yes," Draco encouraged, arching into George's tongue. "Suck me," he added. George complied, sliding his lips tightly over the head of Draco's cock and sucking greedily.

Harry licked his lips, dragging his eyes from Draco to look down at Fred. "You want it in your arse or your mouth?" he asked, enjoying the word game, and the heat it sent speeding to his groin.

"Is this an either/or or do I get to say both?" Fred responded with a grin, sliding back Harry's foreskin and licking the head of his cock. Harry groaned his approval, laying a hand atop Fred's head.

Draco was panting and murmuring encouragements to George, turning his head to watch Fred and Harry.

"You make the prettiest noises, don't you?" George cooed, a little raspy as he stroked Draco and pressed the flat of his tongue to the head, collecting every drop of pre-come.

Draco smiled, Fred and George mirrored each other's movements with Harry and himself. "Mmm," Draco hummed in response to the question.

On his knees, Fred slid his mouth over Harry's cock swirling his tongue as he did. Harry groaned yet again and then glanced up over at Draco, who was looking every bit like he was quite enjoying himself. Harry smiled at him. "Want to see?" he asked huskily.

Draco licked his lip. "I see you," he answered Harry, shivering at the sight as well as the feeling of George sucking his cock.

"See you too," Harry echoed, thrusting his hips forward a little. Fred bobbed his head, sucking and slurping Harry's cock. He had one hand resting on Harry's tattooed hip and the other wrapped around the base of his cock. Harry groaned. He could tell the difference between Draco and Fred as the sensations overtook him but there was no denying that Fred's tongue was capable of so much more than telling jokes.

George sucked up powerfully on Draco's cock, humming deeply and gently rolling his balls in his hand. Draco moaned again, eyes half-closed and fingers tightening in that red hair. He remembered the ‘I Never’ game they had played at Grimmauld and that both had drunk to having been fucked before. He wondered who and was now very happy that they were experienced. He tugged at George's hair. "Come here," he said.

George moved at Draco's urging, up his body, and then quite plainly straddled him.

It blocked Harry's view of Draco's face and he suddenly felt a very strange pang in his heart. Even with a hot bloke going at his cock like he might never see one again, Harry couldn't do it without looking at his husband. "We have to move closer," he gasped.

Fred gave another slurp and then grinned up at him. "Sure," he said, getting to his feet then.

Draco shivered as George climbed atop him. It was almost intimidating. His cock twitched, eager, but he also found himself looking for his husband.

Harry was glad that Fred didn't seem to mind, and figured, really, that that was why he had felt comfortable doing this with them. This was just sex for them. It was what Harry had been the most worried about, that there might be something more there for them when he and Draco asked, but there wasn't. In the sense of a relationship, Draco was his and his alone, and even now, straddled by another man, having just had his cock sucked by that man, Draco was his. And perhaps it was possessive, but Harry couldn't help it, and perhaps it was territorial to claim Draco's mouth in a searing kiss as he climbed atop the mattress with Fred, but Harry couldn't help that either. There would always be others who would desire his husband but Harry couldn't help wanting to be the only one to love Draco.

Draco gasped, mouth opening to Harry's as he felt George sliding over him. He arched into the man even as his right hand came up to grasp Harry's hair.

"So hot," Fred said, grinning at them and running a hand down Harry's back.

Harry shivered at that, tongue sliding along Draco's, and George sliding along Draco's cock, and Fred's hand and skin sliding along Harry's and it was hot. "Your cock’s aching to fuck him," Harry whispered into Draco's mouth, wanting this to be the most terribly arousing, amazing experience for his husband that he could possibly make it. "I want to watch it hard and wet and sliding into his eager arse, and I'll slide inside Fred and I want to kiss you as we're fucking them."

There couldn't be anyone sexier than Harry. It was fact and Draco felt himself burn with the knowledge that the man loved him. "Yes," he gasped, shivering at those words. "Please!"

Fred chuckled. "Never thought to hear him beg," he said. He slid one hand around Harry, wrapping fingers around his shaft. "Sounds good to me."

"I don't think – mmm – anyone needs to ask what sounds good to me," said George, nearly breathless as Draco's cock slid along the cleft of his arse. "I do ask for some lube, however."

Harry almost wanted to laugh at the sound of his voice, somehow high and low at the same time. With Fred's talented hand still pulling at his cock, Harry turned and lay lazily back, so that his head rested near Draco's hip. He had quite a spectacular view of Draco's cock and George's arse. He reached for that cock, hand slicked with lube wandlessly in a quick second.

Draco felt the spark of magic and the lube, groaning as his lover slicked his cock for George. He turned his head and he could see Fred's hand pumping Harry's cock. The second twins' attention was on watching George about to impale himself on Draco's cock.

Harry was panting with arousal by the time he had added more lube and gently began pressing fingers into George. George stilled, his back arching slowly, his eyes closed as an extremely sexy noise spilled from between his parted lips. Harry's cock twitched hard in Fred's hand.

"Harry likes that," Fred told his brother, his voice betraying how much he did too.

Draco trembled as he slid his silver hand across the bed and up Fred's thigh. The man gasped when the warm smooth metal of his fingers stroked Fred's cock.

"You don't know how good it feels, dear brother," George managed to moan with that teasing tone of voice he used whenever he called any of his brothers 'dear brother.' And they both sounded so fucking sexy and Harry thought he might die of arousal hearing them talk like that to each other. Harry pumped his fingers inside George, pulling more sounds from his throat as he stretched him for Draco.

"And the silver hand," Fred replied, "you have to try this ..." He moaned as Draco's fingers, wrapped around his shaft, began pumping him.

Draco's other hand was still petting his lover's head on his stomach. "Ready?" he asked, his cock brushing against both George's thigh and Harry's hand.

"Mmm, yeah," George breathed, and Harry slid his fingers out slowly, taking Draco's cock again to position it at the tight, slick ring of muscle.

Draco moaned again when he felt both his husband's hand on his cock and the head pressed against George's entrance. "Yes, ride me," he encouraged.

Fred laid his hand atop Draco's silver. "Slow down," he warned him, not wanting to come yet. He smirked, watching with hungry eyes as his brother prepared to fuck the blond.

George smirked too, licking his lips as he slowly began to sink down on Draco's cock, back arching in that same slow motion.

Harry's mouth went a bit slack and he groaned from deep in his chest. "Fuck," he whispered.

"Oh, yesss!" Draco hissed and his body shook with the effort not to arch yet.

"Oh, brother," Fred said in a voice that sound envious.

Harry groaned again and actually felt high. With effort, he pushed himself up as George pushed himself down, and then went for Fred's mouth, guiding him to lay down beside Draco.

Draco released Fred's cock so the man could move, his own attention focused on the man riding him now. He gasped, arching now as George came down on him again.

Fred trembled a bit, despite his grin as he lay down beside Draco, looking up at Harry. "Going to take me now, Harry?" he asked, voice husky.

Harry traced Fred's lips with his tongue, trailing his still-wet fingers down his body to trace his entrance in much the same way. "Yes," he said, eyes half-lidded. "I am."

"Oh, fuck, feels good," George gasped when Draco arched into him. He rolled his hips, his entire body, like he danced.

Draco reached both hands for George's hips now, meeting the hip rolls with his own moves. It was like they were on the dance floor and it was all the hotter for it.

Fred was watching Harry with his mouth parted in clear anticipation. He spread his legs until one lay against his brother's too. Harry slicked his fingers again with more lube before slipping them inside the man below him, groaning at the tightness of his body.

Fred hissed, tensing a moment before relaxing into that touch. He shifted, pulling his knees up more. "Fuck," Fred managed and then grinned up at his brother. "He feel good?" he asked him.

Draco worked his hips, his cock sliding in and out of George. "Yes," he encouraged and agreed.

George laughed breathlessly. "Feels fucking good," he answered his brother.

"Oh, yes, he does," Harry agreed, searching around for Fred's prostate as he glanced at Draco's face.

Draco face showed his delight as he writhed under George, smiling at the laughter. He looked over at Harry, licking his lips at the almost predatory expression. "Fuck him, Harry," he encouraged.

"Oh, God," Harry moaned at that, removing his fingers and slicking his cock quickly. "You want my cock?" he asked Fred.

"Oh, he wants it," said George, rotating slowly.

"Yes, fuck me, Harry," Fred begged, both desire and mischief in his eyes as he did.

The slow fuck was driving Draco crazy. He wanted it to last, especially since he wanted Harry to be fucking Fred at the same time. Yet, his body was beginning to tremble with the need to go faster.

Harry shuddered at those words leaving Fred's mouth. "Fuck, yes," he whispered, beginning to press inside.

Draco couldn't see Harry's cock from where he was, but he could see the looks on both men's faces. "Yes, my love," he gasped.

Fred shook and moaned, eyes half closed as Harry filled him. "Oh, yes," Harry gasped in return, waiting for Fred to adjust. He pushed his legs up a bit, bending and leaning to bring his mouth to his husband's.

Draco saw Harry leaning forward and he pushed himself up on his elbows to meet him. He kissed his husband, moaning while George's body tightened and slid on his cock.

Harry slid his tongue into Draco's mouth as he slid his cock into Fred's arse, setting a pace as he rocked into the man.

"You're so fucking hot," George gasped, moving a bit faster atop Draco.

Now things seemed to be picking up speed and Draco gasped as George rocked on him. Fred stared up at them kissing, arching into Harry with each thrust. Harry broke the kiss to pant against Draco's lips, moving his hips more firmly so that his skin was slapping with Fred's. He reached down to wrap a hand around the man's cock.

Draco mirrored Harry's movements, wrapping long fingers around George's cock too, His other hand clutched at Harry's hair as he stroked and fucked George.

Harry sighed with the familiar feeling of Draco's hand in his hair. "Feel so good," he panted. "They feel good."

George moaned long and loud. "I'm close," he breathed.

"Bring us," Draco insisted, tugging at Harry's hair to let him know what he wanted.

Harry nodded, knowing exactly what Draco meant. He sped his hand and hips up, jolting Fred's body as he fucked him. It didn't take very long before he could feel his own orgasm teetering on the edge, the sounds in the room, the smell of sex, sweat, men, the heat – it was all so much, and so fucking good.

"Shit!" George shouted, throwing his head back, and Harry looked to see one long, sticky stripe painting Draco's chest. His body tensed, his balls tightened and he was coming hard inside Fred, thrusting and jolting his body again.

"Ohhhh, yesssss!" Draco shouted. He would probably have come with George writhing on him like that, but the power of Harry's magic sweeping through him made it feel explosive. His back arched as he filled George, his entire body shuddering and his hand in Harry's hair tightening.

Fred cried out too, legs wrapped around Harry's hips as his come coated his hand. Harry held himself up with effort, shaking and trembling in bliss.

George slumped, panting as his muscles continued to convulse around Draco. Fred rested one hand on Harry's side and the other reaching to pat his brother's thigh affectionately. He was shuddering but laughing too.

Draco smiled at the happy laugh, still so high from the orgasm and magic that he would have laughed at nearly anything. And then they were all four laughing, because they were all four high, and having spectacular sex like that was certainly good reason to laugh happily.

"I like this kind of birthday party," Draco added as he laughed, feeling totally slick, messy and delighted.

"You know, I think I rather like it too," said George with a grin, raising up to let Draco slip gently from his body. "Splendid idea, lads."

Harry smiled goofily, pulling out of Fred, and unable to resist sitting back on his knees to admire the look of him. "Yes," he said.

Draco continued to smile, looking up in wonder between the other two men and Harry. "Birthdays are for fucking," he quoted and laughed again.

"Well, quite obviously," Harry agreed, grinning as he bent over Fred to kiss Draco again.

Fred scooted up and leant over Draco, kissing him once Harry was done. "Happy birthday, Draco," he said with a grin when he pulled back again.

Draco smiled up at him. "Thanks," he answered.

George laughed at that and bent to kiss Draco as well. "And many happy returns of the day," he said with a playful eyebrow waggle.

Draco blushed, sitting up now. "I hope so," he said smugly.

Fred and George exchanged grins before they both planted big kisses on Harry's cheeks, and Harry squirmed away from them when he felt their tongues against his skin. He shook his head, but was very glad that it seemed things would be completely fine.

They laughed, crawling away and off the bed with come leaking down their legs. Harry couldn't help but stare and smiled goofily again, looking at Draco.

Draco grinned too. It was a view he never thought he would have. "You look good, wearing us," he teased.

"Hm?" said Fred absently, looking over his shoulder as if he could see his own arse. He smirked and shook it a bit as George laughed, bending slowly to retrieve his clothes.

Harry shook his head at them again, but they were damn hot.

Draco smiled as he watched their friends dress. He felt so happy he couldn't stop smiling.

The twins cleaned themselves and soon stood in their robes, grinning at Harry and Draco.

"Well, boys," said Fred. "It's been a wonderful, kinky evening."

"Too right," George agreed.

"I do wonder what you'll come up with next. Why, the next time we see them –"

"Harry might be all dolled up in a corset and stockings."

Harry flushed and made a face, at which the twins laughed loudly.

Fred winked. "See you."

George was still chuckling as he followed his brother out of the room.

Draco laughed too and waggled eyebrows at his husband.

Harry shook his head at Draco, but smiled at him, falling onto his back and wrapping arms around Draco's neck so that he had to come too.

The blond laughed, happily allowing himself to be pulled down with Harry. "You are amazing," he said, voice full of wonder.

"Oh, am I?" Harry said, amused.

"You know you are," Draco laughed, carding his fingers through Harry's extremely messy hair.

Harry rolled his eyes, simply staring at Draco with a nice, small smile on his lips.

"You seemed to enjoy that as much as I did," Draco pointed out, settling down beside Harry with an arm around him.

"Well, why lie?" Harry said, content as he continued to smile. "It was fun. And you looked hot."

Draco looked serious. "No, never lie to me. I am very glad you enjoyed it. And even more happy to be with you than ever."

Harry released a quiet laugh. "Well, that's good to know," he said.

Draco flushed. "I mean, that you trust me," he said.

Harry went a bit more serious himself then. "I do trust you, love," he said.

"Good," Draco smiled again. "So, my lion, what was it like for you?"

"You mean the noises I made didn't make it obvious enough?" Harry teased, but then pulled Draco closer. "Honestly, it was very good, very hot. They move well and they're excellent kissers, but you're ten million times better. And it was nice because ... I knew they wouldn't really make a move on you, that they didn't, you know, like, want to date you or anything." His face flushed a small bit with the confession.

Draco chuckled, not the least bit surprised by this confession. "Still yours," he assured him. "Gladly and completely yours always."

Harry sighed gently in contentment. "I know," he said, and smiled again. "Yours."

"I still have a few hours left on my birthday," Draco whispered, licking one of Harry's nipples playfully.

Harry grinned. "Yes, and you can bend me to your every whim. Except we don't have any corsets," he said with a loud, happy laugh.

Draco snorted, not so sure about the corset idea, and made a face that showed that. "Hey, I did the eyeliner bit already," he laughed.

Harry snorted. "Yes, but that was hot," he said. "Fred and George are just weird."

"We haven't played as many of our pretend games in a while," Draco said, smirking.

"Hmmm," Harry hummed with interest. "Suggesting something?"

"Oh, maybe the Chosen One catches the Bad Slytherin doing something naughty and decides to teach him a lesson?" Draco asked hopefully.

A slow grin spread across Harry's fist. "That sounds lovely," he said in all seriousness. He slapped Draco's arse. "How about you go and do something naughty then?"

Draco rolled away and Summoned his wand, casting Cleaning Charms on both of them and then stood there smirking as he thought of what to do next. "Oh, I have been terrible. Insulting Muggle-borns and scaring first year Gryffindors," he drawled.

Harry gasped in pseudo shock, his eyes going darker. "Well, I absolutely can't have that," he said. "Someone will need to be punished."

"And you think you are the man to do it, Potter?" Draco drawled, twirling his wand in his fingers.

"I think I might be, Malfoy," Harry said, drawling himself. And then he grinned in a predatory fashion before he pounced.