Lesson the First

A/N

Updated warnings are fingering, rimming, felching and anal sex in this chap, if you don't like any of them (which I know some don't!) then don't bother reading further. Also, This is (obviously) no longer a oneshot... can't figure how to change it atm, and since I am waaay too tired right at this sec, will try again tomorrows.

Thanks go out once more to the fabulous Sexy Tigger of LJ, without whom this would be even more incoherant than it is now!


Word Count: 3, 437

Lesson Number Two: The Delights of the Prostate Gland



Harry was practically vibrating with excitement and trepidation as he flooed into the twins store one warm summer evening. He had been practising the blow jobs that Fred and George had so kindly taught him for quite a few weeks now, and tonight they had promised him a lesson in something new.

“Be with you in a minute, Harry,” he heard Fred – or was it George? He still had no idea how to tell the two apart! – call through to him, and he took the opportunity to occupy his twitchy hands with dusting himself off to remove the soot that he seemed to attract from the floo network.

He was bent over slightly dusting the legs of his jeans when one of the twins entered and he grinned as a pair of hands descended on his hips and a semi-hard cock was rubbed against his arse. “Lovely view to greet a bloke, Harry,”

“I aim to please,” Harry sniggered, pushing backwards against the twin.

“Oi! No molesting him without me George!”

Both Harry and George looked over their shoulders to see Fred standing in the doorway with a huge mischievous grin spreading his lips. “Shop all locked up?” George asked, not moving either his hands or his erection, a similar grin on his own face.

“Yep,” Fred replied, entering the room slowly and shutting the door before making his way across the floor to where Harry and George stood, his gait predatory and his gaze distinctly wicked. “We’re all alone,”

“Just we three,” George added, his breath stirring the hair at the back of Harry’s neck and making him shiver as it sent tingles shooting down his spine.

“Nice and private,” Fred agreed, coming to stand before Harry and smirking at him now.

“And we did promise you something new,” George murmured.

“Didn’t we love?” Fred asked affectionately, leaning down to dart his tongue out and run it along Harry’s bottom lip, the wet line drying almost instantly as Harry’s breath puffed from him erratically as his arousal – which had already been pretty damned significant – grew to previously un-reached levels that made him feel positively dizzy with need.

“Oh yes,” Harry breathed, feeling his cock twitch as Fred leering wickedly, leaning forwards again. Harry parted his lips in readiness for the kiss that he was sure he was about to get, and then moaned as Fred bypassed his mouth and instead reached around and pulled George upwards, joining their mouths in a kiss that Harry really shouldn’t find as bloody hot as he did.

He shifted restlessly between their two stocky bodies as they kissed lazily, and tried hard to stifle the needy sounds that wanted to spill over from him mouth, giving up as George’s hand reached around and slipped between Harry’s body and Fred’s. His hand brushed against the brunette’s already-throbbing prick as he worked Fred’s fly open, still engaged in snogging the life out of his twin.

He was aching again, so hard that he was beginning to think that there was a very real possibility that he might come in his pants and considering taking things into his own hands, so to speak, when he finally felt Fred’s hands moving behind George’s, the twin limbs moving in tandem to get two different zippers open.

“Oh please,” he panted desperately as Fred finally got his button open and his zipper down and slipped a hand inside his jeans, teasingly fiddling with the slit in his boxers and making Harry arch against him for even the slightest bit of friction against his throbbing dick. “*Please*!”

“You beg so prettily –“ Fred whispered against George’s lips as Harry’s trousers slid to his ankles.

“Not-So-Little Harry,” George finished, licking Fred’s lips and then drawing back to grin at Harry.

“Gods, Fred please touch me,” Harry pleaded charmingly, now that he knew what the twins wanted.

“Well,” The twin before him murmured against his neck, broad and yet nimble fingers *finally* touching hot flesh that jerked in his hands. “Since you asked –“

“So nicely,” George chimed in.

“How can we refuse?” They said in tandem, and Harry let loose a guttural moan as his cock was grasped firmly and stroked by an expert hand, making his brain melt into goo, and apparently his legs too, since George was now having to hold him upright!

“Ah, ah, ah,” Fred tutted teasingly as Harry’s cock jerked warningly in his hand. “No coming just yet.”

“We’ve got plans, Harry,”

Harry managed to say something along the lines of, “Munuh?” in response to this.

“*Big* plans,”

“Oh yes, *big* plans.”

“It’s time for your next lesson, Harry love,” Fred said, chuckling evilly as he withdrew his hand and Harry whined.

“Yeah; ‘lesson two: introduction to the prostate’,” George sniggered, stepping back from Harry reluctantly and drawing the somewhat desperate boy through to their bedroom.

“This time, I’m going to use my fingers on you,” Fred said.

“And you’re going to do the same to me.” George finished.

“And then I’m going to fuck George while he rims you,”

Harry felt his prick leak a drop or pre-come as it jerked with excitement at the twins’ words. “Rim me?” he repeated hopefully, praying that he wasn’t hearing things and George was really going to do that!

Fred and George grinned identical grins. “Get on the bed Harry,” They said together, and then laughed as he almost tripped over his trousers in his haste to comply. His cheeks flushed but he kicked both the trousers and his shoes off and scrambled onto their big bed, feeling hot all over at the promise of this new sex-ploit, watching as they stripped one another and shuffling until he found what he thought might be the appropriate position for what they were about to do.

“Bloody hell,” Fred muttered as he knelt on the bed, eager and flushed cock lying on his stomach and his legs slightly apart, all long, pale limbs and eager flesh. “He’s got no idea, has he George?”

“No idea at all,” George agreed.

“No clue that he looks like a fucking wet-dream come true,”

“Fuck-able little arse and lush fat prick,”

“And all ours,”

“To do with what we will.”

Harry flushed uncomfortably at their predatory compliments, but since they were advancing towards the bed eying him wolfishly, he decided not to complain too much, since when they got *that* look it usually meant blancmange-brain inducing orgasms.

“Up you go then, George,” Fred said, slapping his brother’s bare arse playfully and making him glare.

“Bastard,” George grumbled good naturedly, but he crawled onto the bed anyway, clambering past Harry to kneel on all fours before him.

“Flippin’ nora,” Harry breathed as he saw the lovely red handprint that contrasted so vividly with the pale, freckle-dashed skin of George’s arse.

“Hmm, looks like we might need to add spanking to the curriculum George,” Fred laughed, before putting his broad hands on Harry’s hips and positioning him where he wanted him. “Got the lube?”

“Here,” George’s muffled voice was accompanied with a hand that held a squat jar of lubricant, and Fred took it.

“Ta. Right then,” Fred grinned wolfishly, making Harry gulp; he had a niggling feeling that George wasn’t going to be the only one with lovely red handprints on his arse before the night was through. “First things first, lovely Harry, you’ve got to cover your fingers in lube.”

Harry held a trembling hand out when Fred gestured for him to, and almost flinched at how cold the slick stuff was when his finger was dunked into the squat jar.

“Cold isn’t it?” Fred whispered against his ear with a smirk. “George’ll love it,”

He kept hold of Harry’s hand - his freckled limb looking so much bigger than Harry’s pale, slender one - and drew it towards the inviting cleft between George’s arse-cheeks. Harry licked his dry lips as his eyes were drawn to the little tan pucker that his finger was heading towards – it looked so small; how the *hell* was Fred’s not-inconsiderable prick going to fit in there?!

But all thoughts of cocks fitting in arses disappeared when he heard the sound George met when Harry’s lube-chilled finger met with his hole, replaced only with the burning desire to fit his finger into said hole so that George might make some more of those lovely little gasping moans.

“That’s it,” Fred murmured against his throat this time. “Just rub all around at first, warm the lube up a little.”

“Couldn’t have done that before touching my arse, could you?” George asked huskily, before drawing his breath in sharply when Harry probed experimentally at his anus. “Merlin,” He hissed, pushing back against the exploring finger a little. “Think it’s Harry’s turn now, Fred,” He added, sounding a little breathless.

“Think you might be right, George,” Fred said, and Harry shivered at the feral quality to his voice. It made him want to turn around and kiss Fred senseless, but he was really curious as to how it might feel to have fingers in his arse now, so he stayed where he was, shivering more as Fred drew back and audibly slicked his own fingers with the lube.

The first proper touch wasn’t quite what he had been expecting. “Merlin that’s cold!” He yelped, instinctively jerking his hips away and flushing as the twins both laughed.

“Stay still; it gets better. Remember?” George said, and Harry did recall how it felt to have someone touch his arse. And he really did want Fred to finger him, so he wriggled back into place and stayed still, the tip of his finger pushing a little further into George and eliciting a slightly louder sound of pleasure that made his cock twitch.

And then, “Oooohhh,” He moaned as Fred’s finger skipped the rubbing-around part and went straight to the sliding-slowly-into-him part. It felt strangely pleasant, and didn’t hurt at all, though it felt as though it might if Fred’s finger was a bit bigger.

“Told you,” George chuckled, pushing back against Harry’s finger. “Do it to me,”

Gathering what few brain cells were still functioning, Harry obliged, slowly pushing his finger forward and biting on his lower lip as he felt how hot and tight George was around his digit, wondering if that was how he felt around Fred’s.

“OK?” Fred asked.

Harry just nodded, his muscles quivering with the strain of staying perfectly still for Fred when what he really wanted to do was lay flat on the bed and rut against the quilt until he spurted all over the fabric. That, or grab George and plunge his cock into the tight little orifice that his finger was now sliding back out of. George’s arsehole looked so pretty clenching around his finger, but he thought that it might look even prettier stretching around two, and so he experimentally used his index finger to rub around the rim to see how George might feel about that.

“Mmm, definitely a natural,” George growled approvingly, glancing over his shoulder and grinning at Harry.

“Trying for two already?” Fred teased, licking a long, zig-zagging line up Harry’s spine that made him shudder pleasurably. “Adventurous aren’t you? Think you’re both ready for it though, so…” He trailed off and withdrew his finger from Harry, before probing at his anus with two fingers.

Harry gulped and then drew in his breath sharply as the two fingertips slid into him slightly. It stretched a fair bit more than one finger did, obviously, but it wasn’t exactly painful. Definitely different, and not *all* pleasant, but the important thing was that it didn’t hurt, just burned a tiny bit. So, following Fred’s lead, he drew back his finger and then pushed gently against George’s hole with two, surprised when they slid in easily.

And he had been right; George’s arse looked so much nicer stretched around two fingers. It was enough to make him moan and rock his hips gently to try to find some friction for his aching prick. Of course that also meant that Fred’s fingers pushed deeper, and he moaned louder at the feel of being stretched further, his voice mingling nicely with George’s lower moans.

“Merlin you’re tight,” Fred whispered against his shoulder, and Harry shivered and pushed back against his fingers again. “Right. Here it is; lesson number two.” And with that he crooked his fingers and brushed against something that made fireworks flash behind his suddenly closed eyes, made his dick twitch convulsively, made his arse clamp down on Fred’s fingers and almost made him think that he’d come without so much as a touch to his erection.

He heard Fred and George chuckling again and swore. “Introducing, your prostate,” Fred sniggered, pushing his fingers against it again and making Harry see stars. “See if you can find George’s.”

“How the bloody fuck am I meant to do that if you keep touching *mine*?” Harry demanded, before shuddering all over as Fred devilishly rubbed his sweet spot again.

“Oh, you’d like me to stop then?” Fred asked in a too-innocent voice, and Harry immediately let loose a tiny sound of panicked lust.

“No!” He gasped, pushing back as Fred teasingly started to withdraw his fingers. “I can manage it,” He added, before biting his lower lip and crooking his fingers within George, fumbling around inside to try to find that special spot so that Fred wouldn’t stop touching his.

“There, oh *there*!” George groaned, shoving his arse back violently against Harry’s hand as Harry crooked his fingers and nudged against a slightly spongy protuberance.

“Nice one Harry,” Fred congratulated him, rewarding him by thrusting his fingers against Harry’s sweet spot again and at the same time sucking Harry’s neck, making him arch his back in pleasure.

“Another finger,” George panted, rocking on Harry’s digits now.

Harry made an agreeable sound and obliged, his eyes greedily drinking in the sight of George before him. The freckled body was glistening with a sheen of sweat and George was making tiny moaning sounds that shot straight to Harry’s prick. “*Gods*,” He breathed.

“Looks gorgeous, doesn’t he?” Fred whispered, his lips brushing Harry’s ear. “Just think, in a minute my prick is going to be lodged up inside of him, *fucking* him.”

“Oh fuck,” Harry whispered, shivering as Fred emphasised the word ‘fucking’ in such a way that Harry suddenly couldn’t wait to see it. “Please,” He pleaded, hearing George echo him.

Fred sniggered. “Is he ready for me?” He asked Harry, slowly sliding his fingers free and then chuckling again as he heard Harry’s whine of displeasure at the loss. He felt so empty now, and he wanted that pressure against his prostate back!

“I’m ready,” George piped up, shoving back against Harry’s hand. “Fred, now!”

Even Harry couldn’t help but laugh at the desperation in George’s tone, but Fred gently removed Harry’s fingers. “Go up the other end,” He ordered. “So George can start on the other part of the lesson.”

His eyes widening as he recalled just what he had been promised, Harry scrambled up the bed to where George’s head was, his breathing irregular and making him dizzy. He couldn’t even be bothered to be disappointed that he wouldn’t get to see Fred fucking George after all! “How –“ He started to ask, unsure how George would want him.

“On your back facing him, legs drawn up to your chest and your hands spreading your cheeks,” Fred barked, and Harry made a tiny incoherent sound of arousal as he raced to obey.

“Now *that* is a nice view,” George teased, grinning up at him as Harry reached down awkwardly and spread the cheeks of his arse as wide as he could, too damned randy to give a fuck about how embarrassing this position was.

“Not as nice as mine,” Fred leered, winking at Harry. “Ready Georgie?” He asked, waiting for his twin to nod before presumably – judging by the sound that George made – pushing forwards into George.

“Fuuuuuuck,” George moaned, his fingers twisting in the sheets below him.

“If you want me to ‘fuuuuuck’ you then you’d better get your tongue in Harry’s arse bloody quick!” Fred mock-snarled, before slapping George’s arse smartly, making him yelp.

George growled in faux-irritation, but willingly lowered his head so that all Harry could see of it was the mop of shaggy red hair. And then he felt a warm, wet tongue lick all the way from his cleft to his bollocks and he gave a whining gasp, his fingernails digging into his arse-cheeks in astonished pleasure. “Oh Jesus,” He managed to gasp, before losing all coherency as George set to rimming him with a will.

It wasn’t at all what Harry had expected; yes, George licked a lot, and that felt bloody brilliant, but when Harry was good and wet he also started wriggling his tongue into Harry’s hole, the hot tip of the muscle laving at his insides and making prickles of arousal shoot through his sac. And when George sealed his lips around Harry’s sensitive pucker and *sucked*, Harry gave a wordless cry of astonished and somewhat panicked pleasure, his fingers slipping on his suddenly sweaty skin and then grasping at the sheets beneath.

“Don’t stop!” He cried out as George’s mouth left his arse, his eyes popping open.

“Turn around,” George prompted. “Hands and knees.”

“And hold on to the headboard,” Fred grunted as he pounded into his twin. “No touching your prick.”

Harry hurried to obey, thrusting his arse out and gurgling inarticulately as George’s tongue found him again. He gripped the headboard so hard that his fingers turned white and when he felt George moaning into his cleft he gasped loudly and humped his arse back against George’s face, his sac drawing up as he felt George’s tongue push even further into him that before.

“Fuck that’s hot!” Fred gasped, fucking George harder if the slapping sounds of flesh on flesh were anything to go by. “*Ugh* George, Harry… Fuck!” The slapping sounds stuttered and then halted as Fred pumped George full of his seed, and wasn’t *that* thought beyond arousing?

George swore against Harry and Harry moaned loudly as a finger joined George’s tongue inside of his arse.

George gave a muffled shout and drew back, making Harry look over his shoulder. The sight of Fred’s face buried between George’s arse cheeks made his eyes cross with lust, and he gave a shout of his own as George’s mouth returned, the sounds of his moans and the sucking and slurping from the twins filling the room along with the heady scent of sex.

“Wank him off,” Fred muttered against George’s arse cheek, before returning to what the books reliably informed him was called ‘felching’ George. Obligingly, George tugged his finger free of Harry’s arse and reached around to firmly grasp his prick, stroking the length smoothly and making Harry thrust back onto George’s tongue and then forwards into the hand encircling him, crying out loudly.

Without warning George started sucking around his hole again, and the sensation of that along with the fast and furious fisting of his erection made Harry wail as his balls drew up and he shot his spunk all over the duvet below him, his hole clenching convulsively around George’s tongue and forcing it out.

“Fuck yeah, come on his arse,” Harry heard Fred grunt, and then he felt George’s hand and mouth leave him as he collapsed to the mattress, feeling utterly spent and debauched, and he was still in possession of his virginity as yet!

Another loud shout and he felt the hot spatter of George spurting over his arse, and he moaned weakly at the entirely naughty feel of that.

He lay trembling faintly as the warm seed trickled down his arse, and then moaned again as he felt two tongues licking up the mess that George had made. Unable to do more than lie there, Harry allowed the twins to lick every drop of come from his arse cheeks, and then sighed in satiation as he felt the twins settle on either side of him after muttering a quick cleaning charm to rid the bed of the wet spot.

“All right Harry?” One of them asked against his shoulder.

“A’ righ’,” He agreed sleepily.

Twin chuckles made him shiver, and then he yawning tiredly. “Good,” The other said, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “Go to sleep Harry.”

Harry snuggled down into the soft bedding and did as he was told, thinking happily that he really couldn’t wait for the next lesson.