After Lights Out.

“Harry, time to wake up.”

Harry screwed his eyes tight and tried to burrow deeper under his duvet.

“Come on, Harry. It’s time for your breakfast.”

“’S too early,” Harry grumbled.

“Oh, it’s never too early for this.” With those words, Harry felt something warm and slick pressing against his lips. Opening his eyes, he saw that Ron was knelt on the bed at the side of him, slowly tracing his erect cock along Harry’s lips.

“Open wide,” Ron said huskily. “Be a good little slut.”

All of a sudden, Harry was awake. He flicked out his tongue, eagerly lapping at the juices already leaking from Ron’s cock, before parting his lips obediently, allowing Ron to slide into the warmth of his mouth.

“That’s it, suck me,” Ron encouraged, sliding one hand round the back of Harry’s head, raising him up off the pillow. “Wrap those pretty lips round my cock.”

Harry leaned forward, greedily taking his best friend’s length into his mouth; he loved the feel of Ron’s hands buried in his hair, angling his head just so. He looked up and met Ron’s intense blue gaze, smiling slightly around his mouthful of cock.

Ron tilted Harry’s head back further, his fingers caressing the smoothness of his neck and throat encouragingly. As Harry closed his eyes and began to work his tongue in feather-like flicks along the underside of his cock, Ron couldn’t help but groan.

“So good,” he moaned, revelling in the sensation of Harry’s hot, wet mouth around his shaft. “Perfect little slut.”

Harry’s long, black lashes fanned out across flushed cheeks. Even as Ron’s cock stroked the back of his throat, those intense green eyes stayed closed. He swallowed steadily, working his gag reflex to allow Ron to penetrate further, until his nose was buried in crisp, red curls.

The sight of his best friend’s swollen, red lips, wrapped snugly around his cock, was more than Ron could handle at that time of the morning. Giving a few experimental thrusts -- which elicited a delicious gagging noise from his slut -- Ron grunted loudly and released his seed in Harry’s mouth.

“Fuck yes,” he huffed. “Take my cum, you little whore. Swallow it all.”

Harry needed no instruction; he lapped and sucked at Ron’s cock, until the last drop of his cum was gone. Licking his lips, he pulled back and grinned up at his best friend. “I’ll take that over porridge for breakfast any day.”

Ron grinned back and slapped his cock on Harry’s face, almost affectionately. “You’re not done yet,” he replied. Nodding in Neville’s direction, he quipped, “It’s time for second helpings.”

Harry quickly scrambled to his knees and crawled to the end of the bed, where Neville was stood, already displaying an impressive erection. “Hope you’re still hungry?” he asked, casually stroking his cock.

Harry nodded eagerly. “Yes, Sir."

Neville grinned and reached out to tangle one hand in Harry's messy hair. Tugging him closer, Neville quickly buried the length of his cock in Harry's open mouth.

Harry moaned, relishing the feel of a heavy cock against his tongue. Taking shallow breaths through his nose, he began to swallow hard.

"Fuck, yes!" Neville's head fell backwards as he groaned his pleasure. The wet heat of Harry's mouth was too much for him, and he couldn't resist thrusting steadily in time with the slut's nodding head. Harry moaned around the thick shaft of flesh, but made no effort to resist.

"You like that, huh?" Neville asked, picking up the pace of his thrusts. "You like having your mouth fucked?"

Unable to respond, Harry simply looked up and locked gazes with Neville, the glaze of lust in his green eyes speaking volumes. He slid one hand between Neville's thighs and began to caress his balls, massaging them gently, eager to taste the thick seed held within.

"You'll get that soon enough," Neville panted, his hips pumping with increasing speed.

"He's such a greedy little cum slut." Ron was still kneeling on the bed, just behind Harry. He smoothed his hands over the soft flesh of Harry's arse, kneading and spreading his cheeks.

Harry whimpered around Neville's cock as he felt Ron's finger breach his puckered hole.

"Not his arse," Neville grunted. "We agreed."

"It's just one finger," Ron protested, his eyes fixed to where his digit was sucked inside Harry's anus. "Besides, he likes it. Don't you, slut?" He gave a light spank.

Harry moaned and wriggled his arse encouragingly.

The vibrations caused Neville to buck rapidly. He now had both hands buried tight in Harry's hair, and his cock was thrusting deep into the willing mouth with every stroke.

"You want my cum, whore?" he asked breathlessly. "You want me to shoot in your greedy little mouth? Or all over your face? Marking you like the cum-slut you are."

"His face," Ron instructed. "Cum all over his face. You know he loves it." He used the distraction of Neville's impending orgasm to slide a second finger into Harry's willing hole.

After one final punishing thrust, which left Harry gagging slightly, Neville pulled out. He yanked Harry by the hair, holding his head in position. Rapidly fisting his cock, he grunted, "Open wide, slut."

Harry barely had time to comply before spurts of hot cum spattered his face and hair. He moaned in pleasure at the feel of it trickling down his skin.

"Fuck, you look hot like that." Neville watched in pleasure as Harry's tongue flicked out, desperate to taste as much of the thick seed as he could. He quickly fed his softening cock back into Harry's eager mouth. "That's it," he praised. "Clean me up like a good little slut."

Harry didn't need telling twice. He began lapping and sucking at Neville's shaft, humming contentedly as he did so.

Suddenly a loud buzzing noise interrupted the almost silence of the room.

"Shit!" Ron quickly pulled his fingers from Harry's tight hole and scrambled off the bed. "Someone's coming."

Before any of them had chance to move, the dorm room door opened.

"Harry!" Seamus was breathless as he entered the room. He paused as he took in the sight that greeted him. "Fuck that's hot," he said, eyes feasting on the sight of Harry's cum-drenched face.

"Wait your turn," Dean replied, approaching the bed where Harry still knelt. "I'm next."

"No, you can't," Seamus stated, much to the surprise of the rooms occupants. "That's what I came to tell you. Hermione's looking for Harry, something about a Potions essay. If he doesn't go down soon, she's coming up here to get him."

"Fuck!" Dean grumbled.

Harry remained kneeling on the bed, waiting for instruction. Ron patted his arse affectionately. "You'd better go clean yourself up, slut. Can't have you going down there reeking like a whore."

Receiving the permission he'd been waiting for, Harry scrambled off the bed. He had just got to his feet when he felt a hand pull on his hair. Turning round he saw Neville looking at him intently.

"You know the rules," he said calmly. "No one gave you permission to stand."

Harry's head drooped. "Sorry, Sir," he murmured, before dropping to his knees and crawling towards the bathroom.

The remaining four boys watched the enticing sight of their slut on all fours, his arse swaying in a most tempting manner.

"Looks like you're wanking then, Dean," Ron observed, nodding in the direction of his roommates straining erection.

"Fuck off," Dean snapped, clearly not happy. "You couldn't have kept Hermione distracted long enough for me to get off?" He glared at Seamus accusingly.

"Hey!" Seamus protested. "Don't blame me. You know how she is."

"Well, that's certainly spoiled our plans for the morning," Ron commented.

"Oh, I don't know," Dean replied, eyeing his best friend speculatively. "I think Seamus should make it up to me for spoiling my fun."

Seamus' eyes widened. "No way!"

Neville grinned. "You know you want to," he teased lightly. "Look how keen you were to eat out Harry's arse last night."

Before he could protest further, Seamus felt the pressure of Dean's hands on his shoulders, guiding him down to his knees. "C'mon, Shay," he murmured. "I want you to suck my cock."

As he felt the hardness of the floor under his knees, and saw the length of his friend's erect cock bobbing inches from his face, Seamus gave up all pretence of protest.

Dean buried one hand in his best friend's hair, dragging his head into position. With his other hand he guided the thick shaft towards Seamus' lips. "Open wide," he instructed, rather forcefully.

Ron and Neville shared a look as Seamus' lips parted willingly; clearly Harry wasn't the only one in their dorm with submissive tendencies. But that piece of information would have to wait for later. Right now, they sat back on the bed, stroking themselves back to hardness at the sight of Dean fucking his best friend's mouth.