Hot Blooded Harry

Title: Hot Blooded Harry part 7

Pairing: Harry/Oliver, Harry/Draco, Harry/Seamus, Harry/Justin, Harry/Oliver/Draco, Oliver/?

Rated: NC-17

Warnings: Slash- male on male sex. Yup. That’s it. PWP. Plus: Voyeurism, threesomes, and other naughty acts.

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of these characters; J.K. Rowling is the one who does! She owns them all! I am making NO money off of this; this is merely for my perverted (and others) minds.

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Voyeuristic foursome

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Although he was still a bit upset, he couldn’t help moaning as Draco Malfoy swallowed his cock almost whole. “Malfoy!” Harry groaned, in either anger or passion, he wasn’t sure which at the time. If it was anger, it didn’t effect his libido at all. If it did anything, it only amplified the feeling, and when Malfoy hummed low in his throat, it increased even more.

Harry almost jumped when he felt Oliver’s hot breath against his neck. The older man hadn’t stopped, but he did slow down when he watched Malfoy get down on his knees and began to suck Harry off.

“You’re allowing him, Harry?” Oliver said in his ear. Harry looked down, eyes locking with Malfoy’s mirth filled ones and mouth full of his cock, and then brought his gaze back to Oliver and nodded slowly. Malfoy smiled the best he could with his mouth full when he saw Harry okay it.

Oliver wasn’t sure if he should be turned on or not. He had thought of having a threesome some time, but he never thought that it would be with Draco Malfoy, of all people. He tried his best to keep his mind on only Harry as continued to thrust in and out. Harry seemed to have suddenly gone into lust overload, because he was moving back and forth faster than before. His hands gripped the support beam tightly as his body shook from the rough movement behind him. Harry felt more alive than before; it was like the first time Oliver fucked him, but the feeling was twice as pleasurable.

Harry felt a pair of hands on his shoulders and a pair of hands on his thighs. One set was more calloused, the other was slim and smooth, but both were giving off the same signals to him: They were both screaming ‘passion’ and ‘need’, and Harry wanted to give them that. Oliver’s hands dug a bit into his shoulders before running down his back and then up again. Draco’s hands kneaded his thighs and right above his knees, rubbing them gently and sensually.

Harry threw his head back and let out a sharp cry when Oliver sped up, keeping tight, deep thrusts, and Draco swallowed him almost whole. He couldn’t help wanting to touch Draco’s head. He needed to give someone attention, to feel human skin and hair under his hand. He moved one hand down and his fingers carefully laced through Malfoy’s slicked, blond hair and then down to a warm neck. Harry could feel a slight pulse under his fingertips. Malfoy moved one hand from his thigh to the hand that was touching his neck.

Oliver finally gave in to pleasure, moving in longer strokes as he pumped his semen inside of Harry. Oliver lowered his head to the juncture of Harry’s neck and bit down gently. Malfoy took his hand back from Harry’s and started to squeeze at the base of Harry’s cock as he bobbed his head faster. Harry felt Oliver slowly slide out of his body, and he let go of the support beam to grab onto Malfoy’s face. Harry looked down, as he caressed the blonde’s cheeks, and watched his cock disappearing and reappearing from Draco’s mouth. The sight was doing it in for him, and he came in hard spurts down Draco’s throat.

“Well,” Oliver said, breaking the silence. “I suppose we better get back before anyone notices we’re gone.”

“Yeah,” Harry said.

“I agree,” said Draco, with a small smirk. “Which is a first for me. But then again, so are threesomes.” He leaned forward and gave Harry a small peck on the lips. “Thanks for including me, lover,” he purred. Harry licked his lips, tasting a salty tang on them.

“Huh.” Oliver huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. Harry looked over at the sound, and smiled sheepishly. He had a feeling that Oliver was going to be jealous for a long, long time.

“What’s the matter, coach?” Draco cooed. “Don’t like sharing?”

“Not particularly.” Oliver frowned, but only slightly.

“Aw, too bad.” Malfoy grinned. Before he walked off, he patted Harry on the butt and winked. Harry watched Malfoy sashay off, looking stuck-up as ever, with a small tuft of hair standing on end. This immediately put the word ‘cute’ into Harry’s brain, as much as he didn’t want it to.

“We better go,” Oliver said. For a second, he sounded a little upset, or something along those lines, but Harry instantly dismissed it when Oliver pressed his lips to his. They kissed for a bit, and then when Oliver parted, he began to get dressed once more.

~*~

It had been almost a week since Harry had shagged anyone. That was a first in a while, but Harry had decided to wait it out a bit, just to see if it would make sex much more enjoyable. He’d been too loose for far too long, and he needed to feel the friction again.

He had finally berated with himself for wanting to see Draco, Oliver, or even Justin again, when something caught his eye. Harry was in one of the many hallways of Hogwarts, making his way back to the Gryffindor common room from his last class when a familiar blond head was clearly shown from a window. Harry walked slowly to the glass, pressed his forehead against it, and watched in silence as Draco Malfoy zipped around the Quidditch pitch in normal dress robes. Malfoy was spinning and flying around so quickly that Harry had a hunch that he was doing it to take his mind off of other things--other ‘personal’ things. Maybe going to see Draco wasn’t such a bad idea? Harry was in need of a good shag, and he knew that Malfoy always provided.

Quickly putting his books away in his dorm room, he raced back out toward the Quidditch field. Seamus watched him zip in and out of the Gryffindor Tower so fast that it had him wondering what he was up to. Deciding to find out, he secretly started to follow Harry.

Just before Harry even mounted his broom, he noticed another figure walking out to the pitch. It was Oliver Wood. It looked like he was eyeing Malfoy. Curiously, Harry ducked behind a Quidditch stand where he could survey the scene. He watched Malfoy halt his broom, and then make a soft landing next to Oliver. The tall Quidditch coach had this strange look on his face. It was a cross between amusement and annoyance. Harry wasn’t sure which one Oliver was feeling more, but he guessed that Oliver wasn’t there to hex Malfoy. He couldn’t hear the words being exchanged at all, so when they started to walk off together, toward the broom shed, Harry slinked through the shadows of the bleachers to get a better look. He knew the entire Quidditch pitch like the back of his hand.

He stopped right at the spot where Malfoy had caught him and Oliver shagging that one day, and ogled the two as they set their brooms up against the broom shed. They both had a weird smile on their faces. Harry could finally hear them speaking.

“Potter will be angry if he found out, you know.” Malfoy sounded as if he were having second thoughts about something. Oliver nodded, looking more reluctant than Malfoy, but he muttered, “He won’t mind. He goes around shagging other people, so…”

“What’s good for the goose, huh?” Malfoy snickered. “I always knew you had some sort of bad streak in you.”

“This coming from Mr. Possessive,” Oliver sneered.

“Look who’s talking!” Malfoy scoffed. “You’re the one that wants Potter all to yourself. There’s nothing wrong with a little share time, is there?”

Oliver snorted and eyed Malfoy in a way that made Harry think ‘animal and prey’. Wood closed the distance between him and Malfoy, and then gently placed a hand onto the other boy’s pale cheek. Harry’s eyes bugged out as he watched Malfoy lean into that touch, closing his eyes and making a small, satisfied noise in his throat.

“Let’s get this over with before Harry comes looking for me. It’s been about a week now, I’m sure he’s… er… hard up for some action by now.”

Malfoy smirked, “And he’ll be quite tight, won’t he? That is, unless he’s already shagging somebody as we speak. But let’s not have that bring us down, mmm? Let’s get fucking.” He went on tiptoe and crushed his lips to Oliver’s. Harry swallowed hard as he continued to silently watch them kiss eagerly.

Harry thought that maybe, possibly, he would feel some jealousy. But for some odd reason, he wasn’t feeling it. He kept right on ogling his two lovers kiss and fondle one another, and then they began to fight for dominance, it seemed. Malfoy clearly wanted control, but Oliver didn’t seem to want to give in. They battled it out a bit longer, with tongue and touch, before Malfoy got pushed up against the broom shed by Wood’s larger frame. Harry had to get in a different position so that he could see them better. When he finally did, he saw that Oliver’s mouth was no longer connected to Malfoy’s. His mouth was sucking on a bit of skin below Malfoy’s chin, and then Oliver moved to another part of Malfoy’s neck, kissed it wetly there, and then moved somewhere else.

Oliver brought a hand down Malfoy’s chest, and lower still, until it stopped at the hem of Malfoy’s trousers. Malfoy wiggled his hips in a seductive manner, as if he was daring Wood to go ahead and reach for his bulge that was showing. Oliver’s eyes lingered on Malfoy’s face for a bit before they descended to Malfoy’s pants. When Wood didn’t move right away, Malfoy let out a soft whimper. This was definitely not the same Draco Malfoy that took him in the prefect’s bathroom. This Malfoy was more pleasuring and submissive, and it seemed as if that was what Draco had planned all along, like it was his way of gaining control of the situation. Malfoy had Wood right where he wanted; needing to feel him, taste him, fuck him. Malfoy arched off the shed in a very wanton expression, eyes half-lidded, licking his lips.

Harry mimicked that movement, licking his own lips, which now felt parched and dry. When he saw Oliver move a hand to undo Malfoy’s zipper, Harry finally realized that he was breathing harder than before. His hand strayed down to squeeze his own erection when he saw Oliver do the same to Draco, before pulling it out fully to play with it. Malfoy hissed through his teeth and thrust his hips forward. Harry groaned low in his throat, gripping the head of his penis harder like Oliver was doing to Malfoy. His pants were causing even better friction as he moved his hand slowly.

“Shit, Wood!” Draco groaned. “Quit fucking around already!”

“Eager little bitch, aren’t you, Malfoy?” Oliver chuckled.

“Damn straight!” Malfoy groaned.

Oliver leaned down and took hold of Malfoy’s earlobe with his teeth gently. Draco shut his eyes, gulped hard, and groaned softly. Ah, thought Harry, Malfoy’s got a sensitive spot. He saw Malfoy shiver, and then his hands went to Wood’s waist and fisted in the clothing. “You really want it, Malfoy?” Oliver whispered after he finished nibbling on Draco’s ear. Malfoy nodded slowly. “Right then, on your knees. You’re going to suck me until I decide to shag you senseless.”

To Harry’s surprise, Malfoy did as he was told without protest or any kind of snide remark. The blond teen went down onto his knees, and with nimble hands, he released Oliver’s cock from its confinements. Harry undid his own trousers and slipped a hand inside to grip his hardening member. Dazed, Harry watched as Draco instantly opened his mouth to lick tentatively at the end of Oliver’s swelling cock. Malfoy looked up at Wood, blue-gray irises sparkling in a field of white. Beautiful, thought Harry. Malfoy winked up at Oliver, getting the older man to smile, and then he slowly put the mauve-colored head into his mouth.

Harry squeezed the end of his cock when he saw Draco wrap his lips around the end of Oliver’s. Harry was just about to adjust the angle of his erection in his underwear when he felt strong hands grab onto his wrist and a warm breath tickling the back of his neck. Harry felt his throat tighten up, his heartbeat quicken, and a very sinking feeling in the pits of his stomach. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to know who it was, but he was sure that that person wouldn’t stay quiet.

“So,” the different accented voice said softly, “this is why you rushed out of the common room so quickly.”

“Seamus,” Harry whispered, breath shaky. “Please don’t…” Seamus cut him off mid-sentence by wrapping his own fingers around the middle of Harry’s cock. Harry sighed; eyes fluttering shut as he tilted his head back to rest on Seamus’ shoulder. Seamus kissed his neck gently.

“Don’t stop watching them,” whispered Seamus. He pressed his body tighter against Harry’s backside, and Harry felt the slight lump in Seamus’s trousers. “I’ll watch with you.”

Harry brought his head back up and opened his eyes, watching Draco swallow Oliver’s cock expertly, like it was his favorite flavored popsicle. Seamus’s hand slowly started to move up and down his throbbing shaft. Harry moaned low in his throat about the same time Oliver did. Malfoy was sucking harder now, bobbing his head faster. He could just barely hear the sucking noises that Malfoy made as he moved his mouth up and down Oliver’s cock. Harry jumped slightly when Seamus squeezed the head of his cock.

Before Malfoy could continue, Wood halted his ministrations and brought him to his feet. They kissed passionately and then all three men heard Wood say, “Trousers off and on all fours, Malfoy.” With shaking excitement, Harry ogled the blond as he began to slip his trousers off his legs and then kicked them aside. As Seamus slowly continued to stroke him, he felt Seamus kiss his neck, just as slowly. Harry shivered, almost closing his eyes from the feeling, but then they flew open again so he wouldn’t miss out on surveying the scene that Malfoy was putting on.

Malfoy shimmied out of his boxers, and then kicked off his shoes. He stood there for a second, grinning at Wood, with a hard on, and then he turned around and got on all fours. Oliver got out his wand and did the familiar lubrication spell that he and Harry had mastered. Wood didn’t seem to want to waste too much time, because he stuck two fingers into Draco right away. This surprised the hell out of the blond teen, making him jerk forward and gasp. That’s right, Harry thought, this was Malfoy’s first time being bottom. Oliver seemed to be taking everyone’s virginity away lately. Harry eyed Oliver’s thick cock for a bit before Oliver settled behind Malfoy, between his legs. He knew what that cock felt like inside of him, and right then he longed to feel it. Harry brought his left hand up to wipe at the corner of his mouth.

Seamus noticed the hungry look in Harry’s eyes, and the bit of drool on the bottom of his lip. He grinned wickedly to himself for a while, before moving around to the front of Harry. Harry was confused for a couple seconds, but then blushed slightly when Seamus went down on his knees. As he trained his eyes on the two bodies before him, he could feel Seamus wrap his mouth around the head of his erection. He groaned softly in his throat, forcing himself to be silent. As Seamus slowly started to take more and more of Harry into his mouth, Harry watched Oliver remove his fingers from Malfoy’s body, place his hands on either side of Malfoy’s butt cheeks, and then spread them open. Oliver positioned his body in a manner that Harry recognized. He knew that Oliver was preparing to enter Malfoy, but he couldn’t see it. All Harry could see was Oliver’s fully clothed back, and Draco Malfoy’s bare legs spread out on either side of Oliver.

Slowly, Oliver moved his hips forward, and then Harry heard Malfoy grunt softly. That grunt turned into a little groan, and then it turned into a gasp, which became louder and louder every time Oliver pushed forward. Harry’s breath quickened, and then he noticed that Malfoy’s legs were shaking. Harry swallowed a lump stuck in his throat. He watched as Oliver’s hips stopped suddenly, like he couldn’t go any further, and then Oliver’s body bent slightly, arms going forward to grip at something; Malfoy’s shoulders, or ribs, or maybe even the back of his head, Harry wasn’t sure. Whatever Oliver was reaching for, he found it, grasped it, and held on as his hips moved backward and then forward again, slowly. He heard Malfoy cry out, legs shaking terribly. Harry wasn’t sure if Malfoy was in any pain, but from the way it looked, it got him even more excited.

“Do you like that, Malfoy?” said Oliver in a husky voice. Malfoy whimpered a reply. Oliver made his thrusts deeper, shallower, getting Malfoy to pant and groan louder. “How about this?” Oliver purred. Malfoy cried out. Oliver moved a hand down and ran it up and down one of Malfoy’s thighs. “I thought so.”

Harry couldn’t take it anymore, and he grounded out through his teeth, at Seamus, “Please, fuck me.”

“What?” Seamus whispered. Harry’s eyes darted to the Irishman and then back up to the erotic show.

“You heard me, Seamus. Do it. Fuck me.” Harry slid out of his trousers as quietly as he could, but he doubted that the two joined boys in front of him could hear anything right now.

“Ok,” Seamus smiled. “But you have to keep watching them.” Harry got his underwear off in record time, and it felt good to feel a breeze again. Harry went down on hands and knees, facing the other two shagging men, and spread his legs. He began to feel himself shake just like Malfoy was, especially when he sensed Seamus settling behind him, but it was mainly in anticipation.

Seamus rubbed two fingers over the outer rim of Harry’s opening before plunging those digits inside. Harry’s body squeezed around Seamus’ fingers, and it didn’t take Seamus long to find Harry’s sensitive spot. Harry rocked his body back and forth, trying his hardest not to moan out loud, like Malfoy was doing now. He didn’t think he’d last too long either, and he whimpered slightly, giving Seamus the signal to just do it! Seamus understood, slipping his fingers from Harry’s body. He felt something wet against his puckered entrance, and then, slowly, he felt Seamus begin to push himself inside. Harry bit his lower lip to keep from crying out.

Malfoy was groaning almost non-stop now, as Oliver picked up the pace, thrusting harder and faster. Harry sucked in his breath when he suddenly felt his ass get split open by Seamus’ cock. No, it wasn’t as thick as Oliver Wood’s, but it felt like it was, because it had been a while since Harry done it. And because of that, Harry’s cock had never been so hard and touchy before. He pushed his body back, wanting Seamus to just move. He wanted to mime the show in front of them. Seamus must have understood, or just suddenly became even hornier, because he began to thrust harder. Harry’s body was so tight that Seamus was afraid that he wouldn’t get a chance to do a proper fuck.

Harry’s gaze was fixed on the pair as he urged Seamus on. His hands were slipping a little in the grass, toes grasping the ground so that he wouldn’t slide face first into the ground. Seamus gripped at Harry’s hips and started to thrust deeper. Harry let out a soft groan and moved with Seamus. Oliver was getting to his maximum speed now, Harry realized, and poor Malfoy was almost screaming. Harry could hear the slapping of skin now, probably Oliver’s balls against Malfoy, or even Malfoy’s cheeks against Oliver’s thighs. Or a combination of both.

“Ohh… Malfoy… oh god…” Oliver moaned. His thrusts were becoming more frantic. Harry urged Seamus on, just as fast. It felt so incredible, getting fucked and watching two gorgeous men fucking. It was so mind-blowing. He felt Seamus’s grip on his hips move to his shoulders, gripping tighter. Harry couldn’t help himself, and he groaned out, “Fuck me, faster.”

Seamus did. They weren’t sure if the other two men heard Harry’s throaty plead or not. It didn’t seem like they did, because they didn’t stop. Oliver moved even faster, and then his hand went lower, underneath Malfoy. Harry understood what was going on: Oliver was beating Malfoy off in time with his own thrusts. “Seamus,” Harry groaned. “Oh god…” Seamus moved his hand down and started to mimic what Oliver was doing to Draco.

“Oh hell!” They heard Malfoy say, and then he grunted loudly. Malfoy had just came. Harry wasn’t far behind, and he let out a soft cry as he came, hard, all over Seamus’s hand and the ground below. Oliver then groaned, releasing his own seed deep inside of Malfoy’s trembling body. Seamus continued to thrust madly, desperate to finish before the other two boys turned around and saw them. He got his wish, and he practically exploded into Harry.

Although they both wanted to just lay in the grass and hold each other for a bit, they knew that they couldn’t, so they quickly stood back up. Harry swiftly put on his underwear and trousers, and then his shoes. Just as Harry was lacing up his last shoe, however, both he and Seamus heard a low, “What in the hell-??”

Harry closed his eyes, really not wishing to face the look on the other two boys’ faces. But then he heard Seamus say, in a shaky voice, “Um, hello there, guys.”

“Harry?” Oliver said.

“Potter?” Malfoy gasped.

“Seamus?” said Oliver in an unbelieving tone.

“Finnigan,” said Malfoy.

“Malfoy, Oliver.” Seamus smirked. “Ok, we’re acquainted now. Now what?”

“Uh,” Harry heard Oliver say. “Just when were you going to tell me about Seamus, huh, Harry?”

“Well,” Harry finally said, voice a little gruff. “How about never?”

When Harry did turn around, he saw that Malfoy had an amused look on his face, and Oliver looked mildly hurt. Oh, great.

“So, what are you two doing here?” Malfoy said nonchalantly, as if he were striking up a normal conversation.

“Same as you two,” Seamus blurted. “Having a good shag.”

Harry blushed.

“You saw us?” Oliver gasped.

“Yeah,” Harry said, still blushing.

“And you watched us, didn’t you?” Malfoy said, in high smug mode.

Seamus beamed, “That we did. It was very arousing.”

“Indeed,” Malfoy raised an eyebrow.

“Yes,” Seamus smiled with mirth. “Especially when you screamed like a girl.”

“I did NOT scream like a girl!” Malfoy protested, pouting.

“You did, though.” Seamus continued. “And you were shaking so much I thought that you were going to collapse.”

Harry saw Draco blush very hard at this, and then he turned and began to walk away. Oliver looked at Malfoy, and then back to Harry and Seamus.

“Well then,” Oliver cleared his throat. “I hope I didn’t just blow everything to hell.”

~TBC~