"You want him to suck your cock, don't you?"
Harry gasped and tried to say no. But the hands touching him, the warm breath dancing across his skin—it was too much.
"Come on, admit it. You want him to such your cock," George whispered with a nudge of his hard cock against Harry's ass.
Harry whimpered and tried to curl in on himself. To get away from them before he… before he—
"No you don't." Hands previously resting on his hips snaked around his waist and chest and held him fast. "Has anyone ever sucked your cock?"
Before Harry could answer, Fred intervened. "Do you know what it feels like?"
"Ginny ever suck your cock, hmm, Harry?" George asked.
The alternating voices made Harry dizzy. "Stop that."
Fred chuckled. "Ahh, poor little Harrykins."
"You mean, naughty little Harrykins," George said. He swiped his tongue across the back of Harry's neck.
Harry turned his head, ashamed. He felt himself hardening.
"I bet Ginny never sucked your cock, did she?"
"It's never as good with a girl—they don't know what it's like," Fred said.
"Yeah, it's like sex, but wetter, more movement. The tongue… bloody hell it makes it all better. It's all about you—you don't have to do anything but go along for the ride. Don't you want that, Harry?"
It was no use, Harry thought. He should just give in. His penis jumped at that, eager for attention.
"Oh, look, Fred. Little Harry likes that. You like that, don't you, Harry?"
Harry tried to shake his head again. He tried to pretend he wasn't aroused—more aroused than he'd ever been in his life. But he couldn't.
"You want him on his knees, taking you in his mouth. Deep-throating you. Sucking you until you come."
Harry tried to twist around, but the arms holding him prevented that. He settled for turning his head and rubbing the side of his sweaty face against the bare chest behind him. Any thoughts about how he'd gone from being unable to sleep to naked and sweaty flew from his mind as George's fingers teased across his chest. "Please. Please. Just… didn't mean… let me… please."
"Ah-ah-ah. You caught us kissing. We can't let you go without some guarantee that you won't tell. It's going to happen whether you want it or not. But here's the thing—we know you want it. We see the way you look at us." Fingers brushed over his erection. "We see how much you want this."
Harry closed his eyes and tried to deny it. He opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, warm lips pressed against his. Fred's tongue stabbed through all of Harry's defenses. Harry moaned in the back of his throat and sighed into the kiss.
"That's it," George whispered. "God, you look hot kissing Fred. That's it. Use your tongue. Yeah, just like that."
Fred pulled away. Harry's eyes snapped open. He tried to lean forward, desperate for more kisses, but George pulled him back.
"You've got him worked up into a right state, Fred."
"You started it—all that dirty talk. Little Harry's been blushing ever since. Look at him, writhing against you like a Veela in heat."
George's answering chuckle rumbled deep in his chest, vibrating against Harry's back. "I've never seen a cock so hard, have you?"
Harry shuddered and whined as long fingers curled around his penis and squeezed in rhythmic pulses. He cried out a string of obscenities as George's fingers pinched one of his nipples, again, and again, and again. "Please," he begged. It seemed to be the only word he could form.
"He begs so prettily. I told you he would. Only naughty, spying boys would beg so prettily," Fred said.
"Not—not spying. Couldn't sleep. Wanted—wanted milk."
Fred dropped to his knees and leaned forward, his hand still stroking and squeezing. "I'll have your milk. None for you. Not tonight." Fred squeezed again and licked the tip of Harry's penis. "This what you want? Want me to suck you? Make you come?"
Harry's eyes squeezed shut. He bit his bottom lip and nodded violently, surrendering at last.
"Good boy. Such a good boy. But you have to ask for it," George growled in Harry's ear, punctuating his words with a vicious tweak to Harry's right nipple.
Harry arched, his face contorted in a silent scream. An electric jolt ran through him and shot straight to his penis, making him harder than he thought possible.
"Harrykins liked that, Georgie. Almost shot his load right then. Do it again."
Harry shook his head, desperate, trying to form the word, "no." Instead, "please," flew from his lips once again.
"Shh-shh-shh. Relax and enjoy it. We'll give you what you need, what you want."
Ragged pants and wheezes escaped with each tandem tweak and squeeze. Harry twisted and writhed within the confines of George's arms, his sanity unraveling like red satin ribbon from an endless spool.
"Want Fred to suck your cock?"
Harry didn't miss a beat as he nodded.
"Ask for it," George commanded.
"Ask for it."
A slap to his hip prodded him along. "Please… please," Harry begged as he twisted.
"Please, what? You have to say it all," Fred said in a sing-song voice.
"Please… suck… suck my cock," Harry said in a mad rush of words and air. "Please," he amended in a long, thin stream of sound.
"He's not going to last," George said, his breath cool against Harry's sweat-slicked throat and shoulder. "Better do it. Better suck him off. Better swirl that wicked tongue all over him. Better make him come before he explodes."
Warm fingers grasped Harry's hips and tilted his pelvis forward. He bucked his hips blindly, begging. Warm breath ghosted over his penis before tongue and lips swallowed him.
He fell boneless against the body holding him upright.
"Wish we had a great big mirror so you could see yourself," George whispered as he rubbed his penis against the curve of Harry's bottom. "I'd make you watch yourself, make you watch as Fred sucked you off, make you watch as you came down his throat. You'd do that for me, wouldn't you?"
Harry nodded and tried to fuck Fred's mouth. He groaned as George tightened his hold.
"Naughty, naughty boy. You stay where I put you, understand?"
Harry made a noise in the back of his throat and tried to buck his hips. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't think. Everything—everything—pushed down, down, down, until it all coalesced in his groin, seeking release in Fred's willing mouth. Life would be glorious if only he'd—if only he'd—if only—
A sharp twist to his left nipple brought him back to reality.
"Pay attention," George said as Harry howled. He tried very hard to pay attention, but it was difficult with Fred's tongue swirling up and down his penis, with Fred's mouth sucking, with his lips pursing and smacking and rolling across him.
"Tell Fred how good he's sucking your cock."
Harry opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
"Pull off, Fred."
Harry thrashed. "Nooooo. No, please… please… please."
"Tell him. Tell him how good it feels. Tell him what it feels like."
"You can. Come on, love, tell him. Make him feel as good as he's making you feel," George said as Fred did something extraordinary with his tongue and his throat.
"God… oh, God. Feels… feels so good," Harry panted.
"That's right, George said, as he continued flexing his hips and rubbing his cock against Harry's backside. He bent his head and nibbled and sucked the side of Harry's neck. "Keep going."
"Feels… feels good."
"He knows that. Tell him more."
"Your… bloody fucking hell… yeah… yeah, so good… your tongue—it—it feels—and it wraps around and… and… covers it… and," Harry whimpered, "please, let me come."
"Tell him what you want to do," George said, his hips flexing faster, his breath coming in harsh pants. "Tell him."
"Want to …ahh… want to fuck your mouth. Take you… take you by the hair… fuck your mouth. Never let go. Come all over your face."
George and Fred both groaned. Harry keened at the feel of Fred's lips and tongue vibrating around him.
"You're such a kinky little boy, aren't you?" George said. "Look at you, writhing and panting, bucking your hips into my brother's mouth."
Lust surged through Harry at thought of what Fred's mouth was doing. He was so close—just a little more—a little more—just—
"Yeah, just like that, Fred. In and out. Just like a great big ice lolly. Take him all the way in," George panted as he rutted against Harry and nibbled his ear.
Harry arched as Fred took him in all the way, swallowing him from the inside out, it felt like. "I'm—I'm—oh, fuck—gonna come," he panted.
"That's it, love. Let go. Come for us. Come on, come for us," George demanded as he snapped his hips back and forth. He pulled Harry closer, squeezing him painfully tight as he battered against him over and over.
Harry looked down for the first time. His breath caught at the sight of his cock sliding and slipping between Fred's swollen lips. Fred's eyes were closed, as if in bliss, as he continued to swallow and suck while he frigged himself harder and harder, faster and faster.
"Please," Harry croaked.
Fred opened his eyes and winked at him, just as George roared and pinched his nipples again.
Pressure built at the bottom of Harry's cock—tight and painful. Fred gave one last glorious suck before releasing him. He tilted his head up and waited. Harry almost had the presence of mind to ask him what he was doing, but then the pressure gave a mighty heave and moved.
Harry couldn't stop it. He couldn't stop the heat, the rush of pleasure and pain, the explosion of lust, from shooting out of him. Thick, ropey spurts of come lashed across Fred's face, dripping down the flushed skin of his cheeks and his swollen lips. As if in a dream, he heard George yelling and felt something splashing across his bottom, trickling down. As the last of Harry's orgasm left him, Fred's tongue slithered out and licked.
"Shh, it's okay. I've got you. I've got you," George whispered, Fred joining him in the litany.
Harry felt himself being lowered onto something soft. Someone ran a warm, wet flannel across his front, while trembling fingers carded through his hair. His eyelids drooped. He was so tired.
"What–" Harry tried.
"Shh. Go to sleep. That's what you wanted, wasn't it? Sleep. Better than warm milk any day, yeah?"
A dreamy smile curled across Harry's face. "Yeah," he sighed before slipping into sleep as two lanky bodies curled around him.
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