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marguerite_26Title: Better Than a Sparkly Dildo
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marguerite_26
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Harry/Ginny/Draco
Summary: When Harry and Ginny were together, Malfoy couldn’t seem to stop staring.
Warnings: threesome, het, slash, Harry truly loves Ginny in this – don't expect anything different
Word Count: 3000
Author's Notes: Written for my darlingfaithwood. Get better soon! We miss you! ♥ This one's not as 'balanced' as the first, but I promise if I ever write a third, I'll make it up to Ginny. ;)
This is a sequel to Better Than Goats and likely makes a bit more sense if read in order. (Yes, cracky titles are cracky).
Thank you tomelusinahp and vaysh11 for beta reading.
Better Than a Sparkly Dildo
Ginny swayed into the dance and pressed her cheek to Harry’s. Her breath tickled his ear as she whispered, “He looks good tonight, doesn’t he?”
He shivered, stuttering through the waltz. He pulled back enough to see the wicked glint in her eye. His cheeks heated, knowing that look all too well. It was usually followed by Harry having to manoeuvre about trying to discreetly hide his erection. She stared over his shoulder and winked. “Ginny.” He spoke through his teeth. “Someone will see.”
Ginny laughed, loud and throaty, exposing the long line of her neck. His gaze trailed along the expanse of pale skin and the jewelled neck, down to her cleavage. He indulged in the view a beat longer than was proper for the centre of the dance floor at the Ministry Christmas Gala.
She squeezed his shoulder. “Harry, you’re worse than I am. We’ll be thrown out of here if you keep that up.”
“Then you should have worn a different dress. It’s no wonder he’s staring at you; you must have used a sticking charm to keep that dress in place.” The truth was Malfoy always stared, whether out of curiosity, attraction or jealousy – his eyes seemed to naturally be drawn to one or the other of them. And when Harry and Ginny were together, Malfoy couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away.
Harry led them about the dance floor. He nodded to various greetings, barely registering any of the faces. When his eyes found the corner at which Ginny had been looking earlier, his fingers curled possessively over her hip. Malfoy did look good, well-tailored robe setting off this tall, thin frame and broad shoulders. When his eyes caught Harry’s, the pink that coloured his cheeks set a curl of desire swirling in Harry’s belly. He tugged Ginny closer.
“You’re hard as a rock, aren’t you?”
Harry groaned. The last time they bumped into Malfoy – a simple nod as they’d left a restaurant while he’d entered it – Harry and Ginny had hurried home, placed the Pensieve in the centre of their bed, and had woken the next morning tired, sore and smiling like newlyweds. “I assume that’s rhetorical.”
She shimmied against him, not at all in rhythm with the soft crooning of Silver Bells from the band on stage. They turned again and even without the intense look Ginny shot over his shoulder, Harry could feel Malfoy’s eyes on them.
“Do you feel him, Harry? His hot stare on us – your back, your arse, my lips. He can’t take his eyes off us. I bet he’s as hard as you are.” She lifted up and pressed her lips to his, slightly parted, soft and pliant. The slip of her tongue against his own sent a tingling through his body and he moaned into her mouth, deepening the kiss. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew they were pushing the line of decency, and his arousal was spiralling out of the reach of his control. Someone cleared his throat next him and for a split second he wondered if it was be Malfoy, asking to cut in.
He looked up to see Shacklebolt’s raised eyebrow and he pulled away from Ginny, physically shaking off the heat of the moment.
“We need to get out of here before we embarrass ourselves,” Harry whispered after Shacklebolt had moved on.
Ginny’s neck was flushed, cleavage rosy and tempting as she looked about the room. “He’s gone.”
“Shit.” Harry hadn’t really thought through what would happen next but if he had, Malfoy leaving without a word would not have been his first choice. A cold splash of guilt cooled his arousal; Malfoy had misinterpreted their tease.
They hurried off the dance floor, ignoring the smirks and the ‘have a good night’s' shot their way. Stumbling into the cloak room, they stopped short. Malfoy stood before them, wrapping a grey scarf around his neck.
No one spoke for a moment.
“Potter.” Malfoy broke the silence, his voice strained. “I thought you’d have your wife spread out beneath the buffet table by now.”
Harry’s face flamed hot, but before he could reply Ginny shouldered past him and stood before Malfoy. Not answering with words, just stared like only Ginny could, saying a million naughty things with only a smirk and a head tilt.
It took a moment for Malfoy to move. There was that shimmer of uncertainty Harry remembered from that first time, then, with a flickered glance at Harry, he took one confident step forward, raised his hand to Ginny’s cheek and kissed her. His eyes were open, still on Harry’s until Harry nodded and Malfoy closed his eyes and tilted his head to deepen the kiss.
Harry watched Ginny melt into the kiss, the surreal image of his wife in another man’s arm sent memories flooding back to him – Ginny's lace-covered arse writhing above Malfoy's crotch, his blond hair mixing with her dark red mound as he pressed his mouth to her. The erection that had begun to soften when they realised Malfoy had left the hall was back and pushing against his zip.
“Merlin,” Ginny moaned. A heady mixture of jealousy and lust surged through Harry.
“It’s just a headache, dear.” Distant voices filtered into the room. “I hope you don’t mind calling it an early night.”
Harry's eyes flew to the open door of the cloakroom, and back to Ginny and Malfoy – still oblivious, Malfoy’s hands cupping Ginny’s arse, pressing her close. The click of heels echoed through the hallway, louder with each step. He dove without a second thought, embracing them and focusing on his destination.
He blinked back the disorientation of leaving the bright heat of the fairy lights and landing in his and Ginny’s dark, quiet bedroom. Harry moved about the room lighting candles and setting a roaring fire in the hearth. He took a second to regret leaving both their cloaks behind – that would surely make the Prophet, if nothing else did. When he turned, Malfoy’s fine outer robes lay in a pile on the floor, and Ginny was making quick work of his tie. It didn’t look like their lips had separated since they’d landed.
A spark of annoyance flared in his chest and he cleared his throat.
Malfoy jumped back, flushed and tussled, his lips red and shiny with Harry’s wife’s spit. “My apologies,” he muttered, wiping his mouth. He looked about the room for the first time, eyes widening as he realised where he was. His gaze fell to the far wall and the collection of frames – Harry and Ginny’s wedding, their honeymoon in Egypt, one Christmas hols they’d spent in the Swiss Alps – a dozen versions of them happy and smiling at various ages. Malfoy looked away, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Hey.” Harry stood before him, caught his chin in his hand and raised it. “You’re welcome here.” With a shaky breath, he slowly leaned in. It had been months since the night of his and Ginny’s anniversary, and while Malfoy’s interest in Ginny wasn’t up for debate, Harry needed to know where he stood. He stopped and waited, just short of their mouths touching. Then, after a heartbeat, an eternity, Malfoy closed the distance, and trembling lips pressed to Harry’s. A whimper of pleasure slipped past his throat at the first tentative contact, barely a whisper of a kiss.
“Yeah?” He breathed the question into Malfoy’s mouth.
Malfoy twisted his fingers into the short curls at the back of Harry’s neck and whispered, “Yes.” He pulled Harry closer, licked his bottom lip and pressed in. Malfoy’s free hand clutched at his lower back, then slipped beneath Harry’s waistband, one finger teasing the top of Harry’s cleft.
He nipped at Malfoy’s neck, grazing his teeth along the clean-shaven jaw. The cologne was familiar, and the scent made Harry’s mind swim with memories, the weight of Malfoy’s cock in his mouth, the dirty pleasure of Malfoy’s finger at his entrance. “Do you want to fuck me, Malfoy?”
Malfoy’s breath hitched and Harry grinned.
“Would you like that?” he teased, rocking his hips, pressing his aching cock against Malfoy’s hip.
“On the bed, Potter.” Malfoy snapped, his voice rough, nearly cracking over the words.
Harry started to strip and Ginny’s hands quickly replaced his shaking fingers. She was biting her lip and not quite hiding her smirk. They’d played this bit before, her working the dildo inside of him while talking, constantly talking, about who Harry wanted and how hot and hard and perfect it would be if or when they had another guest, both knowing exactly who they wanted to invite again. He kissed her nose for not saying a word at the moment.
Harry lay naked, spread out on the bed, while Ginny helped Malfoy tug off the last of his clothes. Harry palmed his dick while Ginny pulled Malfoy into another kiss. She was still dressed; one strap of her dress had fallen off her shoulder, the lace of her bra and one nipple visible in the dip of her neckline. Malfoy’s hand ran over the bare shoulder, grazed the exposed cleavage, teasing the dress lower without ever touching. Ginny muttered an incoherent complaint into the kiss and he leaned forward to scrape his teeth over the exposed nub. She whimpered her approval.
“My lady,” he whispered and grabbed her hand, kissed it and motioned for her to join Harry on the bed. She climbed over Harry and snuggled in at his side. Harry distracted himself for a moment, pulling her hair pins free and letting long wavy locks cascade onto his bare chest. He looked over his shoulder to see Malfoy watching them with that same intense stare they’d received for months.
Harry cleared his throat. “Top drawer,” he said, tilting his chin towards his bedside table.
Malfoy nodded and pulled open the drawer. His chuckle, dark and rich, filled the room. In his hand was the pink dildo from two anniversaries ago. It sparkled, catching the flicker of the candle light as he turned it in his hand.
Harry groaned and threw his arm over his eyes while Ginny's body shook in barely restrained giggles. “I hate you, Gin.”
She snorted, and breathless with laughter, she kissed him. “You love me.”
The bed dipped at his feet as Malfoy sat, “We won’t be needing that tonight, I suppose. But your sex life is certainly... colourful, Potter.”
Before Harry could respond, the cap of his tube of lubrication clicked open and the room quieted. Suddenly their combined breaths became the only sound. There was no preamble, no teasing left to be done, just the feel of a slick, blunt finger at his entrance. “Oh.” His heart pounded like he’d run a mile. This was actually happening.
“Just relax, Potter.” Malfoy circled the ring, over and over, slow and torturous.
The request was laughable. Harry tried to swallow past his sudden nerves, but his throat was tight. Last time it had been Malfoy coming undone in Harry’s hands, bound and, mostly, at Harry’s mercy. He hadn’t thought about how much he wanted this and how vulnerable that would make him feel. His cheeks burned at how close he was to begging and Malfoy didn’t even have a finger in yet. His legs trembled.
Malfoy sighed. “Ginny, do you think you could distract him?”
“How distracted would you like him?” She immediately set about slipping off her dress.
Malfoy’s eyes twinkled with mirth. “Please, be my guest. I’m sure he’ll let you know if it’s too much.”
Ginny winked at Harry, slipping off her knickers and straddling him. “All right.” She reached behind herself, lined up and began to sink down.
“Christ. Gin.” Harry’s breath caught in his throat at the unexpected sensation and his hips snapped up. She lowered herself slowly, rolling her hips back and forth as her body adjusted. She was warm and tight and slick, so slick. He slid in so easily. His head fell back on the pillow and his eyes squeezed shut at the sensation of her around him. “God.”
“That was... very effective.” Malfoy exhaled a deep breath he must have been holding. “I think – I think a pillow would help in this scenario.”
Harry reached over for Ginny’s pillow and tossed it down the bed. At Malfoy’s tap to his thigh, he lifted up, thrusting further into Ginny. She squealed as she was flung forward, her hands clutching his shoulders for balance. “Hello, there,” Harry whispered as her nose brushed his, and he kissed her.
Pillow nestled under Harry’s arse, Malfoy’s finger began to circle again. Harry pushed back against it, urging things on without hesitation. With his gorgeous wife in his arms, her body tight around him, her breath hot and quick on his cheek, Harry’s reservations vanished. As Malfoy’s finger slid past the tight ring, Harry shifted, rocking his hips to adjust.
Ginny lifted up and rolled her hips. She was hardly moving. Harry felt a slow build of pressure as his arousal crept higher, inching him closer to the edge. Malfoy pushed in a second finger and Harry keened at the slight burn of being stretched. Ginny moved above him in a steady rhythm. It would be too much too soon. “Just two, Malfoy.” His throat was dry; he’d had too much or too little Champagne earlier. It was hard to talk and again he scratched out, louder, “I only need two.”
Malfoy said nothing, but the fingers disappeared. Harry stilled Ginny’s hips and waited. The heat of Malfoy’s waist teased Harry’s inner thighs then there it was: warm, so much warmer and softer at his entrance than any damn dildo. He clenched Ginny’s hips, trying to calm his breathing, relax his body and for Merlin’s sake not come the instant he was breached.
His eyes watered with the first push in; he hadn’t been stretched enough. It was his saving grace, pulling him back from the edge. He winced, feeling himself forced open, wider than his body was willing to go. Then the tip was in and Malfoy grunted, dragging in air like he couldn’t get enough. Malfoy’s head rested on Ginny’s shoulder, his hair matted with sweat and pressed to his forehead and cheek. He thrust forward again, slow and long.
Harry arched, mouth open, neck curling back as the sensation ripped through him. “Fuck. Malfoy. Fuck.” There would be finger-tip bruises on Ginny’s hips; he’d apologise later.
They stilled. The three of them, not moving, barely breathing for a dozen heartbeats until Harry finally couldn’t stand another second and writhed, not knowing whether to press back into Malfoy or up into Ginny.
“Potter,” Malfoy breathed.
And Ginny and Malfoy took over from there. Harry let them. Malfoy rocked his hips, gasping with every thrust, causing a flare of pleasure with each drag out and slow push back in; Ginny rode Harry fast and hard, up and down, on his cock.
Harry rolled his thumb over her clit, watching the rise and fall of her breasts, listening to the smack of flesh and harsh breaths behind her, and did everything he could to relax, enjoy and not fucking come.
Ginny shuddered, hands tight on the headboard and crying out that familiar broken gasp Harry knew so well. She collapsed a moment later, stilling his hand. “Too much,” she muttered and rolled off him, fumbling for the tissue box on shaky knees.
Malfoy had stopped. His face and chest were pink and glistening with sweat as knelt between Harry’s thighs, arms under Harry’s knees and hands on Harry’s hips. His eyes were bright, alive. And again, staring.
This time, though, there was no question what he wanted. “Well, go on then, Malfoy. Fuck me.”
Malfoy grinned wide and wolfish, then pulled out and slammed back in. He’d obviously been cautious before, not wanting to knock Ginny off or disturb her rhythm because now he was brutal. Harry’s hands flew to the headboard, pushing back with each thrust to avoid getting concussed. Malfoy was relentless, feral, fucking him in a way Ginny would never dare. He was going to be walking funny for the next week. At some point Ginny had settled in beside him, her fingers twisted his left nipple and her hand pumped his cock. Malfoy’s grip on Harry’s legs slipped and he lifted them again, changing the angle. Harry cried out at the next thrust and just like that his orgasm ripped through him, curling up from his toes, down from his finger tips, sudden and consuming and tearing a cry from his throat.
He registered, through the blur of his orgasm, Malfoy’s stilted rutting, the way he clung to Harry as he shuddered, the feel of warmth inside of him, then the more pronounced empty feeling of Malfoy’s cock slipping from his body. Harry shifted, let the pillow get moved from below his arse and had the strength to smile as Ginny cursed about her filthy pillow. He lifted his head enough to slide his own over to her.
They lay, the three of them, in bed for while. Long enough to catch their breaths and soak in the afterglow. Then Malfoy rose.
“You don’t –" Ginny began.
“Yes, I do.” Malfoy gave her a small smile and turned to dress.
Harry waited, knowing he had to say something, but each comment that came to him felt more pathetic than the last. Ginny was making eyes at him, poking him in the chest and not helping him think.
Malfoy was at the door, scarf already wrapped around his neck, when Harry blurted, “Turnabout is fair play and all that.”
Malfoy stared, gaze drifting from Harry to Ginny, lying naked and clinging to each other in the bed they’d shared for years. Behind his eyes was something Harry was only starting to understand.
“Next time, Malfoy.”
Malfoy nodded, his lip curling with a promise. The door remained open after he left.
~fin~
continue to the next fic in the series: Better than the Best Porn
Author:
marguerite_26Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Harry/Ginny/Draco
Summary: When Harry and Ginny were together, Malfoy couldn’t seem to stop staring.
Warnings: threesome, het, slash, Harry truly loves Ginny in this – don't expect anything different
Word Count: 3000
Author's Notes: Written for my darling
faithwood. Get better soon! We miss you! ♥ This one's not as 'balanced' as the first, but I promise if I ever write a third, I'll make it up to Ginny. ;)This is a sequel to Better Than Goats and likely makes a bit more sense if read in order. (Yes, cracky titles are cracky).
Thank you to
melusinahp and vaysh11 for beta reading. Ginny swayed into the dance and pressed her cheek to Harry’s. Her breath tickled his ear as she whispered, “He looks good tonight, doesn’t he?”
He shivered, stuttering through the waltz. He pulled back enough to see the wicked glint in her eye. His cheeks heated, knowing that look all too well. It was usually followed by Harry having to manoeuvre about trying to discreetly hide his erection. She stared over his shoulder and winked. “Ginny.” He spoke through his teeth. “Someone will see.”
Ginny laughed, loud and throaty, exposing the long line of her neck. His gaze trailed along the expanse of pale skin and the jewelled neck, down to her cleavage. He indulged in the view a beat longer than was proper for the centre of the dance floor at the Ministry Christmas Gala.
She squeezed his shoulder. “Harry, you’re worse than I am. We’ll be thrown out of here if you keep that up.”
“Then you should have worn a different dress. It’s no wonder he’s staring at you; you must have used a sticking charm to keep that dress in place.” The truth was Malfoy always stared, whether out of curiosity, attraction or jealousy – his eyes seemed to naturally be drawn to one or the other of them. And when Harry and Ginny were together, Malfoy couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away.
Harry led them about the dance floor. He nodded to various greetings, barely registering any of the faces. When his eyes found the corner at which Ginny had been looking earlier, his fingers curled possessively over her hip. Malfoy did look good, well-tailored robe setting off this tall, thin frame and broad shoulders. When his eyes caught Harry’s, the pink that coloured his cheeks set a curl of desire swirling in Harry’s belly. He tugged Ginny closer.
“You’re hard as a rock, aren’t you?”
Harry groaned. The last time they bumped into Malfoy – a simple nod as they’d left a restaurant while he’d entered it – Harry and Ginny had hurried home, placed the Pensieve in the centre of their bed, and had woken the next morning tired, sore and smiling like newlyweds. “I assume that’s rhetorical.”
She shimmied against him, not at all in rhythm with the soft crooning of Silver Bells from the band on stage. They turned again and even without the intense look Ginny shot over his shoulder, Harry could feel Malfoy’s eyes on them.
“Do you feel him, Harry? His hot stare on us – your back, your arse, my lips. He can’t take his eyes off us. I bet he’s as hard as you are.” She lifted up and pressed her lips to his, slightly parted, soft and pliant. The slip of her tongue against his own sent a tingling through his body and he moaned into her mouth, deepening the kiss. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew they were pushing the line of decency, and his arousal was spiralling out of the reach of his control. Someone cleared his throat next him and for a split second he wondered if it was be Malfoy, asking to cut in.
He looked up to see Shacklebolt’s raised eyebrow and he pulled away from Ginny, physically shaking off the heat of the moment.
“We need to get out of here before we embarrass ourselves,” Harry whispered after Shacklebolt had moved on.
Ginny’s neck was flushed, cleavage rosy and tempting as she looked about the room. “He’s gone.”
“Shit.” Harry hadn’t really thought through what would happen next but if he had, Malfoy leaving without a word would not have been his first choice. A cold splash of guilt cooled his arousal; Malfoy had misinterpreted their tease.
They hurried off the dance floor, ignoring the smirks and the ‘have a good night’s' shot their way. Stumbling into the cloak room, they stopped short. Malfoy stood before them, wrapping a grey scarf around his neck.
No one spoke for a moment.
“Potter.” Malfoy broke the silence, his voice strained. “I thought you’d have your wife spread out beneath the buffet table by now.”
Harry’s face flamed hot, but before he could reply Ginny shouldered past him and stood before Malfoy. Not answering with words, just stared like only Ginny could, saying a million naughty things with only a smirk and a head tilt.
It took a moment for Malfoy to move. There was that shimmer of uncertainty Harry remembered from that first time, then, with a flickered glance at Harry, he took one confident step forward, raised his hand to Ginny’s cheek and kissed her. His eyes were open, still on Harry’s until Harry nodded and Malfoy closed his eyes and tilted his head to deepen the kiss.
Harry watched Ginny melt into the kiss, the surreal image of his wife in another man’s arm sent memories flooding back to him – Ginny's lace-covered arse writhing above Malfoy's crotch, his blond hair mixing with her dark red mound as he pressed his mouth to her. The erection that had begun to soften when they realised Malfoy had left the hall was back and pushing against his zip.
“Merlin,” Ginny moaned. A heady mixture of jealousy and lust surged through Harry.
“It’s just a headache, dear.” Distant voices filtered into the room. “I hope you don’t mind calling it an early night.”
Harry's eyes flew to the open door of the cloakroom, and back to Ginny and Malfoy – still oblivious, Malfoy’s hands cupping Ginny’s arse, pressing her close. The click of heels echoed through the hallway, louder with each step. He dove without a second thought, embracing them and focusing on his destination.
He blinked back the disorientation of leaving the bright heat of the fairy lights and landing in his and Ginny’s dark, quiet bedroom. Harry moved about the room lighting candles and setting a roaring fire in the hearth. He took a second to regret leaving both their cloaks behind – that would surely make the Prophet, if nothing else did. When he turned, Malfoy’s fine outer robes lay in a pile on the floor, and Ginny was making quick work of his tie. It didn’t look like their lips had separated since they’d landed.
A spark of annoyance flared in his chest and he cleared his throat.
Malfoy jumped back, flushed and tussled, his lips red and shiny with Harry’s wife’s spit. “My apologies,” he muttered, wiping his mouth. He looked about the room for the first time, eyes widening as he realised where he was. His gaze fell to the far wall and the collection of frames – Harry and Ginny’s wedding, their honeymoon in Egypt, one Christmas hols they’d spent in the Swiss Alps – a dozen versions of them happy and smiling at various ages. Malfoy looked away, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Hey.” Harry stood before him, caught his chin in his hand and raised it. “You’re welcome here.” With a shaky breath, he slowly leaned in. It had been months since the night of his and Ginny’s anniversary, and while Malfoy’s interest in Ginny wasn’t up for debate, Harry needed to know where he stood. He stopped and waited, just short of their mouths touching. Then, after a heartbeat, an eternity, Malfoy closed the distance, and trembling lips pressed to Harry’s. A whimper of pleasure slipped past his throat at the first tentative contact, barely a whisper of a kiss.
“Yeah?” He breathed the question into Malfoy’s mouth.
Malfoy twisted his fingers into the short curls at the back of Harry’s neck and whispered, “Yes.” He pulled Harry closer, licked his bottom lip and pressed in. Malfoy’s free hand clutched at his lower back, then slipped beneath Harry’s waistband, one finger teasing the top of Harry’s cleft.
He nipped at Malfoy’s neck, grazing his teeth along the clean-shaven jaw. The cologne was familiar, and the scent made Harry’s mind swim with memories, the weight of Malfoy’s cock in his mouth, the dirty pleasure of Malfoy’s finger at his entrance. “Do you want to fuck me, Malfoy?”
Malfoy’s breath hitched and Harry grinned.
“Would you like that?” he teased, rocking his hips, pressing his aching cock against Malfoy’s hip.
“On the bed, Potter.” Malfoy snapped, his voice rough, nearly cracking over the words.
Harry started to strip and Ginny’s hands quickly replaced his shaking fingers. She was biting her lip and not quite hiding her smirk. They’d played this bit before, her working the dildo inside of him while talking, constantly talking, about who Harry wanted and how hot and hard and perfect it would be if or when they had another guest, both knowing exactly who they wanted to invite again. He kissed her nose for not saying a word at the moment.
Harry lay naked, spread out on the bed, while Ginny helped Malfoy tug off the last of his clothes. Harry palmed his dick while Ginny pulled Malfoy into another kiss. She was still dressed; one strap of her dress had fallen off her shoulder, the lace of her bra and one nipple visible in the dip of her neckline. Malfoy’s hand ran over the bare shoulder, grazed the exposed cleavage, teasing the dress lower without ever touching. Ginny muttered an incoherent complaint into the kiss and he leaned forward to scrape his teeth over the exposed nub. She whimpered her approval.
“My lady,” he whispered and grabbed her hand, kissed it and motioned for her to join Harry on the bed. She climbed over Harry and snuggled in at his side. Harry distracted himself for a moment, pulling her hair pins free and letting long wavy locks cascade onto his bare chest. He looked over his shoulder to see Malfoy watching them with that same intense stare they’d received for months.
Harry cleared his throat. “Top drawer,” he said, tilting his chin towards his bedside table.
Malfoy nodded and pulled open the drawer. His chuckle, dark and rich, filled the room. In his hand was the pink dildo from two anniversaries ago. It sparkled, catching the flicker of the candle light as he turned it in his hand.
Harry groaned and threw his arm over his eyes while Ginny's body shook in barely restrained giggles. “I hate you, Gin.”
She snorted, and breathless with laughter, she kissed him. “You love me.”
The bed dipped at his feet as Malfoy sat, “We won’t be needing that tonight, I suppose. But your sex life is certainly... colourful, Potter.”
Before Harry could respond, the cap of his tube of lubrication clicked open and the room quieted. Suddenly their combined breaths became the only sound. There was no preamble, no teasing left to be done, just the feel of a slick, blunt finger at his entrance. “Oh.” His heart pounded like he’d run a mile. This was actually happening.
“Just relax, Potter.” Malfoy circled the ring, over and over, slow and torturous.
The request was laughable. Harry tried to swallow past his sudden nerves, but his throat was tight. Last time it had been Malfoy coming undone in Harry’s hands, bound and, mostly, at Harry’s mercy. He hadn’t thought about how much he wanted this and how vulnerable that would make him feel. His cheeks burned at how close he was to begging and Malfoy didn’t even have a finger in yet. His legs trembled.
Malfoy sighed. “Ginny, do you think you could distract him?”
“How distracted would you like him?” She immediately set about slipping off her dress.
Malfoy’s eyes twinkled with mirth. “Please, be my guest. I’m sure he’ll let you know if it’s too much.”
Ginny winked at Harry, slipping off her knickers and straddling him. “All right.” She reached behind herself, lined up and began to sink down.
“Christ. Gin.” Harry’s breath caught in his throat at the unexpected sensation and his hips snapped up. She lowered herself slowly, rolling her hips back and forth as her body adjusted. She was warm and tight and slick, so slick. He slid in so easily. His head fell back on the pillow and his eyes squeezed shut at the sensation of her around him. “God.”
“That was... very effective.” Malfoy exhaled a deep breath he must have been holding. “I think – I think a pillow would help in this scenario.”
Harry reached over for Ginny’s pillow and tossed it down the bed. At Malfoy’s tap to his thigh, he lifted up, thrusting further into Ginny. She squealed as she was flung forward, her hands clutching his shoulders for balance. “Hello, there,” Harry whispered as her nose brushed his, and he kissed her.
Pillow nestled under Harry’s arse, Malfoy’s finger began to circle again. Harry pushed back against it, urging things on without hesitation. With his gorgeous wife in his arms, her body tight around him, her breath hot and quick on his cheek, Harry’s reservations vanished. As Malfoy’s finger slid past the tight ring, Harry shifted, rocking his hips to adjust.
Ginny lifted up and rolled her hips. She was hardly moving. Harry felt a slow build of pressure as his arousal crept higher, inching him closer to the edge. Malfoy pushed in a second finger and Harry keened at the slight burn of being stretched. Ginny moved above him in a steady rhythm. It would be too much too soon. “Just two, Malfoy.” His throat was dry; he’d had too much or too little Champagne earlier. It was hard to talk and again he scratched out, louder, “I only need two.”
Malfoy said nothing, but the fingers disappeared. Harry stilled Ginny’s hips and waited. The heat of Malfoy’s waist teased Harry’s inner thighs then there it was: warm, so much warmer and softer at his entrance than any damn dildo. He clenched Ginny’s hips, trying to calm his breathing, relax his body and for Merlin’s sake not come the instant he was breached.
His eyes watered with the first push in; he hadn’t been stretched enough. It was his saving grace, pulling him back from the edge. He winced, feeling himself forced open, wider than his body was willing to go. Then the tip was in and Malfoy grunted, dragging in air like he couldn’t get enough. Malfoy’s head rested on Ginny’s shoulder, his hair matted with sweat and pressed to his forehead and cheek. He thrust forward again, slow and long.
Harry arched, mouth open, neck curling back as the sensation ripped through him. “Fuck. Malfoy. Fuck.” There would be finger-tip bruises on Ginny’s hips; he’d apologise later.
They stilled. The three of them, not moving, barely breathing for a dozen heartbeats until Harry finally couldn’t stand another second and writhed, not knowing whether to press back into Malfoy or up into Ginny.
“Potter,” Malfoy breathed.
And Ginny and Malfoy took over from there. Harry let them. Malfoy rocked his hips, gasping with every thrust, causing a flare of pleasure with each drag out and slow push back in; Ginny rode Harry fast and hard, up and down, on his cock.
Harry rolled his thumb over her clit, watching the rise and fall of her breasts, listening to the smack of flesh and harsh breaths behind her, and did everything he could to relax, enjoy and not fucking come.
Ginny shuddered, hands tight on the headboard and crying out that familiar broken gasp Harry knew so well. She collapsed a moment later, stilling his hand. “Too much,” she muttered and rolled off him, fumbling for the tissue box on shaky knees.
Malfoy had stopped. His face and chest were pink and glistening with sweat as knelt between Harry’s thighs, arms under Harry’s knees and hands on Harry’s hips. His eyes were bright, alive. And again, staring.
This time, though, there was no question what he wanted. “Well, go on then, Malfoy. Fuck me.”
Malfoy grinned wide and wolfish, then pulled out and slammed back in. He’d obviously been cautious before, not wanting to knock Ginny off or disturb her rhythm because now he was brutal. Harry’s hands flew to the headboard, pushing back with each thrust to avoid getting concussed. Malfoy was relentless, feral, fucking him in a way Ginny would never dare. He was going to be walking funny for the next week. At some point Ginny had settled in beside him, her fingers twisted his left nipple and her hand pumped his cock. Malfoy’s grip on Harry’s legs slipped and he lifted them again, changing the angle. Harry cried out at the next thrust and just like that his orgasm ripped through him, curling up from his toes, down from his finger tips, sudden and consuming and tearing a cry from his throat.
He registered, through the blur of his orgasm, Malfoy’s stilted rutting, the way he clung to Harry as he shuddered, the feel of warmth inside of him, then the more pronounced empty feeling of Malfoy’s cock slipping from his body. Harry shifted, let the pillow get moved from below his arse and had the strength to smile as Ginny cursed about her filthy pillow. He lifted his head enough to slide his own over to her.
They lay, the three of them, in bed for while. Long enough to catch their breaths and soak in the afterglow. Then Malfoy rose.
“You don’t –" Ginny began.
“Yes, I do.” Malfoy gave her a small smile and turned to dress.
Harry waited, knowing he had to say something, but each comment that came to him felt more pathetic than the last. Ginny was making eyes at him, poking him in the chest and not helping him think.
Malfoy was at the door, scarf already wrapped around his neck, when Harry blurted, “Turnabout is fair play and all that.”
Malfoy stared, gaze drifting from Harry to Ginny, lying naked and clinging to each other in the bed they’d shared for years. Behind his eyes was something Harry was only starting to understand.
“Next time, Malfoy.”
Malfoy nodded, his lip curling with a promise. The door remained open after he left.
~fin~
continue to the next fic in the series: Better than the Best Porn
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Date: 2010-07-28 05:26 pm (UTC)I need to go find a window washer.
Or two.
*staggers off*
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Date: 2010-07-28 05:42 pm (UTC)*\o/*
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Date: 2010-07-28 05:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-28 05:56 pm (UTC)and I'm glad this one worked too. (kinda quick and dirty but gah! that's what third fics are for right, to add in all the positions you couldn't fit into the first two??? ;)
And Malfoy and Ginny would not stop kissing! v. naughty. *spanks them*
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Date: 2010-07-28 05:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-28 06:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-28 05:54 pm (UTC)*gulps repeatedly*
THIS IS INSANELY HOT.
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Date: 2010-07-28 07:12 pm (UTC)(I had to stare at your icon a long time before figuring out everyone's gender. *headdesk*)
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Date: 2010-07-28 06:04 pm (UTC)guh...wah?...uh... yipes.
burbaflickle.
Can you tell how completely incoherent this left me? Holy Shit, woman! That's.... wow.
I think hot would be an understatement.
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Date: 2010-07-28 07:13 pm (UTC)burbaflickle back at you, hon! ♥
I'm glad you enjoyed it. *beams*
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Date: 2010-07-28 06:17 pm (UTC)I ADORE Better Than Goats!
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Date: 2010-07-28 07:14 pm (UTC)I had too much fun with Better Than Goats, tbh. And then gah! this on was suppose to be a 200 word tease for faith and then... um... those three like being naughty. couldnotstopthem! LOL.
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Date: 2010-07-28 06:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-28 07:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-28 06:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-28 07:20 pm (UTC)Harry and Ginny not wanting Draco to leave really made it for me ♥
YAY!!!
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Date: 2010-07-28 07:03 pm (UTC)Seriously. God. GOD. This is my new favourite threesome, I have to say. D: I mean, maybe if Scorpius were there instead of Draco...but I digress. This fic is so beautiful, just like the first, and just as damned sexy. *humps a pillow*
So good. You are amazing. asflkshfaslfh and all that.
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Date: 2010-07-28 07:27 pm (UTC)You know, I prompted for a ginny/harry/scorpius at the last cross_gen fest! NO ONE WROTE IT! :(
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Date: 2010-07-28 07:20 pm (UTC)Harry eyes flew to the open door of the cloakroom
;)
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Date: 2010-07-28 07:25 pm (UTC)And YAY! Glad you liked. ♥ Now I just need to smack down all the plot bunnies for the third fic. :P DO NOT HAVE TIME! COME BACK LATER!
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Date: 2010-07-28 07:59 pm (UTC)Re: Better Than a Sparkly Dildo
Date: 2010-07-28 08:15 pm (UTC)YES PLEASE!
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Date: 2010-07-28 08:13 pm (UTC)Totally hot! *fans self*
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Date: 2010-07-29 12:59 pm (UTC)Thank you, sweet! ♥
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Date: 2010-07-28 09:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-28 10:13 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-07-28 10:11 pm (UTC)♥
You are MAGNIFICENT!!!
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Date: 2010-07-29 01:02 pm (UTC)♥
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Date: 2010-07-28 10:14 pm (UTC)As in "you must have a bucket under your chin to catch the drool in" warning.
Fantastic! :)
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Date: 2010-07-29 01:05 pm (UTC)I'm thrilled you liked it! Thank you.
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Date: 2010-07-28 10:26 pm (UTC)Malfoy twisted his fingers into the short curls at the back of Harry’s neck and whispered, “Yes.”
Gnnnnh, so beautiful amidst all the hotness!
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Date: 2010-07-29 01:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-29 02:14 am (UTC)I really like how happy and sensual Harry and Ginny are together, the way Draco absolutely adds something fantastic but isn't necessarily filling an empty place in their lives. And I really like how Ginny grounds (and tweaks) Harry at moments when he is unsure -- the moment with Ginny "distracting" Harry but also bringing such erotic charge when Malfoy was fingering Harry worked so well.
Hotness! I'd be so curious to see a scene sometime in the future when Draco initiates somehow with these two. :DDDD
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Date: 2010-07-29 01:09 pm (UTC)I'd be so curious to see a scene sometime in the future when Draco initiates somehow with these two.
oh! niiiiice. yes, that does sound lovely.
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Date: 2010-07-29 02:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-29 01:13 pm (UTC)Thanks, hon. ♥
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Date: 2010-07-29 02:32 am (UTC)I have a special love for this fic. I've read the first one so many times... ♥
I love that Ginny is a main player. She isn't cheated on, she's not a harpy. She's sexy and fun, and giving and so open. And your scenes between Potter and Malfoy are always sooo delicious. O_O
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Date: 2010-07-29 01:16 pm (UTC)I'm so thrilled you liked ginny in this. She didn't get much action this time around, but I will make it up to her if/when I write a third pornlet to this. :D
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Date: 2010-07-29 03:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-29 01:18 pm (UTC)Thank you so much. I'm glad you liked it. :D
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Date: 2010-07-29 03:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-29 01:20 pm (UTC)*takes pictures of wet and flushed you*
♥
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Date: 2010-07-29 03:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-29 06:28 am (UTC)Agreed.
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Date: 2010-07-29 04:57 am (UTC)Once again you did a fab job with these three. I died of laughter when Draco opened the drawer. *giggle* I really enjoy each twosome combination. You've given each pair their own individual sizzle.
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Date: 2010-07-29 01:31 pm (UTC)Thank you so much, lovely. Sparkly Dildos FTW! :D
I really enjoy each twosome combination. yeah... They really like to pair off. It's kinda funny. I've never written a threesome where each pair wants to take over the fic so badly. LOL.
I'm glad their chemistry came through.
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Date: 2010-07-29 06:29 am (UTC)I have no words.
Well, no actual words that you can make sense of. heheheh
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Date: 2010-07-29 01:38 pm (UTC)Glad you liked it '...' much. :D
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Date: 2010-07-29 06:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-29 01:38 pm (UTC)Thank you for everything. ♥