After Lights Out.

Author Note
Thanks to those of your who reviewed this story. Glad you're enjoying slut!Harry. Believe me when I say it's only going to get filthier. If any of you have any particular kinks you'd like to see incorporated, then I'm always open to suggestions- even my deviant mind struggles sometimes!!

Salon_Kitty: Thanks for the great review. Initially Harry will just be pleasuring the Gryffindor boys, but I certainly have plans for him to be shared round at some point. Nice suggestion about Hermione - I hadn't considered it before, but now I'm really tempted. My mind is full of images of both her, and maybe Pansy, at either end!!

Now, on with the smut!

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“Come on, Ron,” Seamus whined.

“I said I’d think about it,” Ron answered shortly.

“What’s to think about? I can tell you’re up for it.” Seamus glanced meaningfully in the direction of Ron’s tented pyjama bottoms.

“Never said I wasn’t up for it,” Ron answered, hissing softly as he pressed the heel of his palm against his throbbing cock. “But I have to ask Harry first.”

“Don’t ask,” Dean spoke up gruffly. “Tell him he’s doing it. You know he loves it when you order him about.”

Ron couldn’t help but smile smugly at this. “He does, doesn’t he?”

“Fucking obedient little slut,” Neville growled suddenly, easing his own erection from the confines of his boxers.

Dean chuckled at his roommates forceful words. “Come on, Ron. Poor Nev’s ready to blow at the mere thought of it. Don’t hog Harry to yourself. You should share him with your friends.”

“He’s mine,” Ron snarled.

“Yes,” Dean agreed, walking over to the possessive redhead. “But he could be ours.” Dean trailed his hand down Ron’s torso, inside his pyjamas, and gave his roommate’s stiff length a persuasive squeeze. “Imagine how hot Harry would look impaled on Nev’s big cock, or taking two of us at the same time.”

Ron thrust his hips forward into Dean’s grasp, his pupils dilating, and breath harsh.

“Yeah,” Seamus piped up. “Just imagine sliding into his arse alongside Dean’s cock, while Nev and me take turns to fuck his mouth.”

“We’d never have to wank again,” Dean continued, his hand now stroking Ron firmly. “There’d always be a willing hole, or hand to take care of it.”

Neville had completely side his boxers off now, and was frantically fisting his swollen cock, not caring who saw him. “We could keep him naked, and on his knees, the whole time he’s in this room. So he’s always ready for us to use.”

“Oh fuck,” Ron groaned, his nostrils flaring as his breath quickened under Dean’s attentive hand.

“That’s the idea, Ronnie. Our own personal whore. And he’d love every minute of it, you know he would.”

The mental images that his friends’ words were conjuring in his head were too much for Ron’s self-control to handle. Just the thought of seeing Harry fucked by cock after cock, dripping with their come, had him groaning loudly as he spilled his seed all over his friend’s hand.

Dean grinned lazily at his breathless roommate, as he held up his hand, dripping with the redhead’s release. Holding it out to the side, Seamus quickly stepped forward and began eagerly lapping every last drop off his best friend’s hand, humming contentedly.

“Just imagine,” Dean murmured seductively. “We could all fuck him, one after the other, shooting in his hungry hole. Then, we could slip in a nice, fat plug, and have him walk round all day with a belly full of our cum. Like a true cum slut.”

That final image sealed it for Ron. “I’ll do it,” he croaked hoarsely. “I’ll tell Harry on Saturday.”

“That’s days away,” Seamus complained petulantly.

“Tough,” Ron snapped. “I’m not blowing the Ravenclaw game, just so you lot can ream Harry’s arse. Take it or leave it.”

“We’ll take it,” Neville growled, as he arched off the bed, ribbons of thick cum spattering his naked torso.

“It’s only two more days, Shay,” Dean soothed. “We’ll just have to take care of each other’s needs until then.”

The two best friends shared a knowing look, which had Ron shaking his head in amusement. “Bunch of perverts,” he commented. “I’m off for a shower. If Harry’s escapes Hermione’s clutches before I get back, tell him to come join me.”

His roommates made murmurs of agreement, but Ron could see that they weren’t really paying attention to him now. Both Dean and Seamus had stripped out of their remaining clothes, and were heading over to where Neville was lying, spread naked on his bed.

For his part, Neville was trailing his fingertips through the white cum spatters on his belly, watching his friends appraisingly.

“You look like you could use some help cleaning up,” Seamus said, as he ran his eyes lustfully over Neville’s naked body.

Neville let out a tiny grunt of assent, but that was all that it required. As Ron watched in a mixture of surprise and lust, Dean and Seamus climbed onto the bed, each straddling one of Neville’s muscular legs.

As they rutted to completion against their friend’s body, both boys set to work, eagerly trailing their tongues over the stripes of com, savouring every last trace of Neville’s seed.

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The next two days dragged by for all of the 7th year Gryffindor boys. Harry was sulking because Ron refused to fuck him so close to the Ravenclaw game; as much as he loved having a cock in his mouth, there was nothing to beat the feel of one filling his arse.

The other four boys were almost going crazy with anticipation for what they knew was to happen on Saturday night. Not one of them had any concerns that Harry wouldn’t agree; they all knew he would do whatever Ron wanted.

As it turned out, the game was a walkover. Dean and the other Chasers put numerous goals past the Ravenclaw Keeper, and Ron managed to keep a clean sheet. Then there was the fact that a very desperate, and horny, Harry had caught the Snitch in record time.

Ron smirked in amusement at the look of delight on his best friends’ face when his fingers curled round the fluttering gold ball. The other players, and the crowd, might think it was due to winning, but Ron knew it was because Harry was looking forward to his boyfriend fucking him again.

After their teammates, including Dean, had vacated the changing rooms, a gleeful Harry had striped off his uniform and joined a naked Ron in the showers.

Harry stood under the spray, feeling the warmth of the water ease his tired muscles. He could see Ron’s cock was already mouth-wateringly hard, and was confused when the redhead made no move to touch him.

Just as Harry was considering dropping to his knees and just suckling on that tempting piece of flesh, Ron spoke.

“Harry,” he began tentatively. “The boys and me have been thinking.”

“That must have hurt,” Harry teased, smiling. He was rewarded with a spank to his wet buttocks.

“I’m serious,” Ron continued. “We were talking about the other night, and how much they enjoyed it. How much they enjoyed you.”

Ron paused here and pulled Harry over to him, so they were standing back to chest. Ron reached round and firmly circled Harry’s cock with his fingers. “Do you have any idea how hot you looked that night. On your knees for us, covered in all our cum. The perfect whore.”

Harry mewled in pleasure and bucked forward into Ron’s fist.

Ron leaned in so his lips were brushing against Harry’s ear. “Would you like to be our whore, Harry?”

“I already am,” Harry whimpered.

“Not just mine, though,” Ron continued, allowing his cock to slide into the cleft between Harry’s buttocks. “All of ours. They all want you, Harry. They want to fill your mouth and arse with their cocks, shooting their cum inside you. Filling you up until it dribbles out of your stretched hole.”

Harry craned his head round to meet his boyfriend’s gaze. Ron could see the glazed expression in his eyes. “You’d be okay with that?” he asked quietly.

Ron licked his lips and nodded. “Yes. I want it, too. I want to see you on your knees, sucking their cocks, cum dripping down your thighs.” He dragged Harry’s head further back and crashed their lips tighter, as he sped up his thrusts.

“I’ll do it,” Harry gasped, bucking forward furiously. “Anything you want.”

“Anything?” Ron questioned. “Are you sure about that.”

Harry nodded, as he flung his head back against Ron, jets of cum spurting onto the tiled shower floor. “Yes,” he panted once his orgasm had faded. “I want it, too.”

“Good boy,” Ron gasped, rutting harder against his boyfriend. “So eager to be used.”

“When?” Harry asked, not evening bothering to hide his desire for it to happen.

“Tonight,” Ron answered huskily. “Tonight you’ll become our personal whore. I want you naked and full of cock from the moment we get back to the dorm. That’s how it’s going to be from now on.”

Harry let out a soft moan at these words and felt the familiar pulsing in his boyfriend’s cock. He quickly pulled forward and dropped to his knees on the hard floor. “Mark me, Ron,” he begged. “Cum on my face.”

Letting out an animalistic growl, Ron thrust harshly into his own fist, watching with satisfaction as thick spatters of his seed dribbled down Harry’s cheeks and into his opened mouth. “Such a fucking whore,” he grunted, slapping his softening cock onto his best friend’s face.

Both boys were so caught up in the moment, overwhelmed with their own release, that neither one of them heard the sound of scurrying feet, or saw the flash of white-blond hair as it moved swiftly towards the door.