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Being Wanted	By : ChaoticReactions Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 126320 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 11
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. In fact, I'd be very thankful if this never reaches poor Ms Rowling's eyes. Nor do I make money off of this, nice as that would be.

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Warning: This chapter contains threesomes, spitroasting (kinda?), oral (F), Anal sex, pegging, mild D/s, mild size queening, wall sex and enough anal play to make up for last chapter (for myself).

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At first, Ron still didn't react. But slowly, color returned to his cheeks - even more than usual - and he took a few stumbling steps toward the bed. Grabbing his shirt, Harry tugged him down next to him as he pulled out of Hermione, who gave a soft noise of disappointment, and then looked chagrined at it. Harry shot her an easy smile, no longer worried, and she seemed to perk up a little at that. Then he turned his attention back to Ron and started to pet through his red hair.

"Poor boy," he nearly cooed, and Ron blinked at him with wide blue eyes, looking startled. Perhaps he'd been afraid of them being angry he'd interrupted. In between anger that his best friends - both of which he now had feelings for - had been seeing each other behind his back. Ignoring both of those options, Harry pressed a soft kiss to Ron's jawline and felt him shudder from the magic.   Now Hermione's eyes were going wide, so Harry shot her a calming, pleased look, and settled with a shudder. "Don't like being left out, do you? No worries, we can soon fix that."

Ron looked like he didn't know if he should protest or not, but the magic did it's job, and he gave a sharp nod. Making soothing noises, Harry turned Ron's head to press a kiss there, slow and heated and opened mouthed. At the same time he placed a hand on Hermione's knee, stroking softly, and the magic and the sight soon had her shifting again. "Would you like to play too, Ron?" Harry asked, voice losing it's soothing quality as he switched from suggestion to seduction.

"Yeah, I... yeah," Ron answered, voice stuttering as Harry's hand slid under his shirt, pulling it away. "What can I... what do you want me to do?"

Fingers opening Ron's trousers, Harry twisted the other boy around and bent him forward, so his head was hovering over Hermione's sopping pussy. Her wetness was mixed with Harry's come, leaking slowly but continuously with her movements, and Ron let out a low groan of hunger. "That's right. Why don't you please Hermione?" As he tugged Ron's trousers down and off with one hand, he leaned forward to murmur into the boy's ear. "Show her exactly how much you've been craving her all these years. Make her scream your name. Doesn't that sound good, Ron?" Both of the others moaned, and Ron gave a sharp series of nods. "That's what I like to hear. Now, what are you waiting for?"

With the eagerness of a starving man, Ron lunged forward, wrapping his mouth around Hermione's cunt and sucking. The girl let out a scream, not unlike the ones she'd given Harry, her thighs clamping down around Ron's head to hold him in place. Giving his own little moan at the treatment, Ron pressed his face in farther, and Harry could hear the wet sounds of licking and the soft, hungry noises the boy made.

Pleased they were getting on so well this way, Harry spent a moment simply watching them, petting over Ron's arse and ghosting his fingers over his hole. Finally, his own renewed arousal drove him on, and he summoned the lube without bothering to be discrete - no need to, when they were both so occupied. Slicking his fingers, he slid one in, and then another almost at once, and listened to the sharp moan Ron gave, which made Hermione buck up into him again, egged on by the vibrations. Watching the flush rise on her cheeks, Harry hurried up his actions, and soon he was able to coat his cock in lube and slid slowly into Ron. The boy nearly howled, hands clawing at the sheets, and Hermione's eyes latched onto the place they were joined, eyes brightening with an almost fiery heat at the sight. Oh, she liked that, did she? Harry made a show of giving light, short bucks, appeasing himself while teasing both of them, and his thumb pressed against the place his cock disappeared into the boy's hot, tight arse, massaging and showing just how hard Ron clamped around his cock.

Growing tired of his teasing, Harry finally pulled nearly all the way out and thrust back in hard, pushing Ron's face farther into Hermione's pussy. There was a wet noise from the movement, and Harry heard both their breathing stutter from the pleasure of it. Smirking, he started up a rhythm. It was by no means fast or desperate. Instead, he leisurely took his pleasure from them both, in no rush to reach his second orgasm. In direct contrast, both Ron and Hermione's movements and moans became more heated, growing wild with the need to reach climax. The girl had given up holding Ron in place with her thighs, and instead they were again in that almost-split, heels hooking on either side of the bed and hands gripping at the red strands. She thrusted up onto him, beyond the point of being careful with her actions, smearing his face with wetness. Every time she did, Ron gave another strangled moan, and his cock was rock hard and bright red, looking almost painful at the strain of not coming.

But he couldn't. Neither of them could until Harry allowed it. And that was glorious.

Biting down on Ron's spine, Harry finally came, spilling into him and basking in the shocked gasp of pleasure it earned him.   Then, without pulling out, he gave one more strong push before reaching around and wrapping his hand around Ron's cock. "What are you waiting for? Come on, then."

And they both did, and it was messy and hot and glorious. And after it was only natural to lie together on the bed, after a moment of thought adjusted it slightly wider, and Harry fell asleep pillowed between Hermione and Ron, feeling strong and warm and wanted.

***

The next day found Harry wandering around the house alone. When the three of them had woken - and Harry wondered what Ginny thought of Hermione being gone all night - Ron and Hermione had quickly ended up tangled in each other, their awkward defensiveness destroyed by the application of a hot threesome. Just what the healer ordered, apparently. And so Harry had slipped out to leave them with a little privacy to get to know each other.

As he wandered, Harry had to admit he hadn’t really thought about what bringing together to people who were attracted to one another would do in the long run. Sure, they’d have sex, and he was going to make sure it included him as much as possible, but what if they started to date? What if it became serious?

They were already his though, independently and together. The past two days had sealed that. And while Harry felt an odd tug of worry that he would be less to them - that they’d need each other more than him - the fact that he still had at least a decent proportion of their affections did calm him. Not to mention there were others to occupy himself when they might be in need of each other and not a third party.

It was, he supposed, simply a case of wanting what it looked like he would lose. For the good of both his friends and his own mental health, it was best for him to let go and not worry. Unless they decided to be exclusive. Then he’d have to come up with a plan.

As he was pulling himself together, he felt a tug from the collar of his shirt that stopped him short. His fast reaction earned him a pet of a slender hand through his hair. “‘Lo, Ginny,” he replied cheerfully, and then winced when the hand suddenly tightened. A quick glance around proved there was no one else in the hall, so he ducked his head and apologized. “Ah, Miss Weasley. Sorry.”

“Not yet you’re not.” Ginny replied, though her tone was lighter than the threat implied. Using the now lighter grip she had on his hair, she tugged him through the open door to the girls room, shutting it tightly behind her.

When Ginny let go of him, Harry felt a light push on his shoulder. "Strip and lie face down. Don't look." Oh, that was promising. Grinning to himself, since Ginny was still at his back and couldn't see it, he tore out of his clothes and then flopped eagerly onto the bed. Judging by the surprisingly girl pink quilt -as opposed to the simple, muggle-looking light blue blanket on the other, this one was Ginny's. The quilt looked a bit on the older side, and Harry wondered if Mrs. Weasley had made this for her daughter. Shivering at the deliciously naughty idea of dirtying a quilt handmade by the matron downstairs, Harry gave a little buck that scraped his quickly hardening cock against the worn, slightly rough fabric.

The earned him a scoff, and Harry started a little. "What a slut you are," Ginny drawled, voice equal parts disdainful and heated, and he couldn't resist arching in show for her. He angled his arse up so the girl would have the best possible view and swayed it slightly to draw the eye. It was, after all, one of the features he liked best about himself, and Harry wanted the others to desire it as well, maybe even despite themselves. But there was no reluctance at the soft moan Harry heard in response, nor in her voice when she spoke again. "We’ll see if you'll be moving like that when I'm through with you."

Going still, Harry had to fight to keep from looking back at Ginny. He could hear a few odd noises, and it felt like she was taking her sweet time of it. Knowing her, that was rather likely. Or, so he thought. Actually, that was one of the things Harry liked best about Ginny. She through him for a loop. All the others were easy to predict, since he was the one controlling how fast they fell into this world. But she had been waiting for him, and he couldn't predict her. It was wonderful.

But then there was the sound of a cap being opened and the distinctive squelch of lubrication coming out of the tube, and Harry wondered how fast he'd be rethinking those words.

A slick hand roamed over Harry's arse, and he shuddered and pressed into it. Assuming her order had been until she returned, he started to twist and look, only for the groping to turn into a harsh slap. “Eyes down, slut,” Ginny ordered, and Harry complied before he'd even made the decision to do so.

Finally, those slender fingers slid down his crack and circled the hole, and Harry had only a moment to cast a subtle spell before two fingers shoved in at once. The shocking pleasure-burn made him jump, moaning loud from the mix of sensations. Ginny never quite let him get used to it either, fucking him fast and hard with them and stretching at random intervals. Just as he thought he was adjusting, she slipped in a third and pulled them apart, making him cry out again. “Still feel like presenting to me, slut?” She drawled, voice harsh, but with just a tinge of something real behind it. Ah, giving him an out, was she? That was sweet. But not what he wanted.

Controlling his frantic noises, Harry gasped out, “Yes, Miss Weasley.” Then he pressed back all the harder on the fingers, fucking himself on them, and she gave a moan that was one hundred percent approving.

Once she was satisfied, Ginny pulled her fingers out, wiping them carelessly on his bare back. It was still warm from being inside of him and from her fingers, and Harry shuddered and gave another buck. This time he managed to remember not to turn to look, but he wondered exactly what Ginny was getting from this. He supposed it could be that she got the same kick out of watching people become desperate, messy sluts under his hands, but he somehow doubted it. At least, not to the same degree. The part of his brain where the knowledge was didn't think so, at least, and Harry was inclined to believe it. So, what then?

Then Ginny shifted, hands moving to grip hard on either hip, and Harry got his answer when something thick and hard and too smooth the be natural slid between his slick arse cheeks. It only took a second for him to figure out what it was, and then he groaned again. A strap-on. Ginny had a fucking strap-on.

“Like that, do you, slut? You would. Well, I'm not sure. Seems like a lot of effort for you. I suggest you convince me.” One hand slipped from his hip to his hair, and Harry found his head tilted up as he gasped desperately.

Pausing only to lick his lips, Harry swallowed hard. “Please. Oh, please, Miss Weasley, need it. Need your hard cock to fuck me. Need you to fill me up and pound until it hurts. Want to feel it when I sit down, later a lunch, so that whenever I move I'll think about how good you were. Want to spend every moment a little hard, because I can't stop thinking about you, how good you were to this poor desperate slut.”

So, he'd picked up a few things from Petunia.

For a long second there was silence. Harry wasn't sure if it was because Ginny was waiting for more because she wasn't satisfied or because she was collecting herself, and the indecision made his breath catch.

Finally, instead of answering, Ginny just pulled her cock away, ignoring the way he gave a startled noise and chased it up, and then thrust in hard. It was the same kind of pleasure-pain as before, and Harry yelled out from it, unable to muffle his noises in the bed do to the harsh angle.

She gave Harry no time to adjust, or even to catch his breath. Instead, Ginny's fingers clamped down painful hard on his hip, painted nails digging in with enough force that he knew he was going to bruise. With expert precision, Ginny shifted and angled until she hit his prostate, and soon Harry was a screaming, jabbering mess. His tongue hung out from his frantic panting, and drips of saliva trailed down his throat, further sensitizing it, and the hand in his hair felt better and better with every thrust against that spot.

Eventually, Ginny's hand shifted from his hair instead sliding two fingers into his mouth. Harry closed his lips around them and sucked and licked like it was a cock. Later, he realized she was probably afraid the noise would attract attention, but at the time it felt like a gift, and he slurred out dazed thanks against the flesh.

When he felt the pulsing of his cock that signaled he was close, Harry's eyes rolled up and he shot out magic without thinking about it. Coming hard, Ginny's thrust became erratic halfway in, jabbing even harder than before right into that sweet spot, and Harry gave one thin, whispery whimper before collapsing down, feeling her land hard on top of him.

Slowly, Ginny shifted until the fake cock slid out of his arse, leaving a trail of lube down one of his thighs, and Harry moaned softly as he clenched around the emptiness. She soothed him gently, running a calming hand through his hair, before shoving him over a little so she could lie down comfortably as well. Once she was settled, Ginny pulled and shifted him around until he was curled next to her with his head pillowed against the side of her breast, mouth right next to the nipple. Taking the hint, he started to mouth and lick at it. It wasn't enough to inspire a second round, but it was enough to keep them bout a little charged and horny. To Harry, it was more relaxing to have that low level arousal, and he assumed Ginny just liked the sensation.

Eyes closed and lips wrapped around the little pebbled nub, the smell of sweat and sex and Ginny heavy in the air, Harry settled down for a bit of a rest.

***

Later, once they'd cleaned up and parted, Harry went back to wandering around and kill time. He would have stayed with Ginny, but she still had homework to finish up (Harry had completed his before his birthday, because it was amazing how being forbidden from doing something he normally hated made him all the more eager to do it), so he'd left her her to it. After a quick lunch with Mrs. Weasley - who he was still undecided on, but he was pretty sure that he wasn't going to bring her in, for the same reasons he wouldn't Moody. Since she ran the headquarters, she was too central a figure. Everyone spoke with her at some point or another, so any changes would be too obvious - he'd made his way into the living room out of sheer boredom.

Which meant that he was there when the fire flared green and Kingsley stepped out, brushing ash off his robes and giving Harry a sharp nod. Then he slipped out of the room and into the kitchen to speak to Mrs. Weasley about the meeting that afternoon. It was nothing Harry didn't already know. Things along the lines of who was going to be there and who was out on assignment, though they carefully avoided mentioning what those assignments were, and the conversation was therefore boring.

But Kingsley's arrival was a great thing for Harry. According to Ron and Hermione, certain members who worked in the same places, such as the Aurors, had taken to sending in people early so they wouldn't disappear at the same time several times a month. And so Kingsley had a few hours to kill before anyone else arrived. Funnily enough, Harry's schedule was completely open, and he was feeling up to entertaining.

Which meant that Harry just had to convince him.

That had become easier these days, since he had more control over the magic. Now that he could sense it so clearly, he could manipulate how much he used, either turning it up to overdrive or turning it off completely when he needed to be touched without sending the other person spiraling into lust. And that meant all Harry needed was an excuse to speak with Kingsley.

When the man came back out, arms folded behind his back and eyes sharp, Harry did his best (and his best was pretty damn good these days, as he'd found out) to look normal and tilted his head toward one of the empty rooms along the first floor. "Can I talk to you for a second?"

"Certainly," The man rumbled back, and Harry took a moment to enjoy the satisfying rumble of Kingsley's deep voice. It was like it reverberated in his chest, and he wanted to see what it would feel like if he spoke against Harry's breastbone. Probably glorious. Or, for that matter, what would it feel like around his cock?

Still casual, despite his rising arousal and pounding heart, Harry slid off the couch and into the other room. The larger man followed sedately behind him. Had he not been so calm about asking, Harry imagined Kingsley would have been rather more intense about this conversation. Well, good. This would be all the more difficult if Kingsley was trying to figure out what was wrong when Harry just wanted to enjoy what they could have.

Once the door was closed (and the room silence, of course), Harry shot him an embarrassed little smile and motioned for Kingsley to lean down a little, as if he wanted to whisper a secret in his ear. Looking mildly amused, the Auror did so. And then Harry pushed up onto his toes and pressed their lips together, flooding him with magic. He had to get his done fast, before Kingsley could think of what might be happening and inform someone.

It worked, and after a second the larger man was pressing back just as hard, mouth open to bite down on his lower lip. Just as Harry was about to give into the sensations, he pulled back with a sharp motion. He still looked remarkably composed, since his dark cheeks and eyes hid the more visible signs of his arousal, and Harry took that as a personal challenge. "I shouldn't," he rumbled, and Harry fought off an eye roll before pressing their lips together again. This time, when Kingsley tried to pull away (but slowly, like he didn't really want to do it) Harry licked over his teeth and sucked on his tongue and that was that.

A roll of his hips pressed himself into the larger man, and- oh. Larger was right. Larger was most certainly right. Slowly, a smile spread over Harry's face, making the kiss even messier. This was going to be so much fun. Slipping his hands into Kingsley's robes, he nibbled along the strong jawline, smirking just slightly. "I have a request," he drawled, voice like hot caramel. The older man just made a curious noise, voice stolen by pleasure as a smaller hand wrapped around his cock, so Harry continued on. "I want you to pick me up and pin me against one of these walls so that I don't even touch the floor. And Then I want you to fuck me. Hard. Can you do that for me?"

In answer, Harry felt rather than saw Kingsley go for his wand, and in a moment all the clothes and his lower body were banished. Oh, that was handy. He should pick up that little trick. Before Kingsley could notice that Harry hadn't had anything on him when he was stripped, he produced a tube of lube like it had been in his hand the whole last while.

Without a word - disappointing, but they had time - Kingsley grabbed the lube and tore it open, slicking his fingers. Then he shoved Harry against the closest wall. His head hit with a dull noise, and maybe later that would hurt by right now he barely noticed and Kingsley only paused for a brief moment before surging forward to press them together. Harry tried to take deep breaths, but between the rock that was the Auror and the Hard place that was the wall, he didn't have much luck. A helpless moan ripped its way out of him, and he tried to arch himself impossibly closer in arousal. That made Kingsley rumble out a loss, pleased noise into Harry's shoulder.

Oh, well now. How was that for positive reinforcement?

Finally, Kingsley reached between Harry's legs to shove a finger into his hole. It felt far bigger than his or Ginny's, judging by the way it stretched, and Harry let out another tiny groan at the sensation, working his muscles to try and coax him farther in. "More," He managed to demand, voice thin but stern and heated. "Won't fucking break. Gimme more, now!"

Apparently those were the magic words, because Kingsley worked in another finger. They were big enough that they felt nearly as large as a cock by themselves, and Harry started to work himself down on them with a happy noise. Biting down on the muscles shoulder, he moaned for Kingsley to "Hurry it up, want to be fucked hard, what are you waiting for?"

And that worked, driving Kingsley to obey his words. He worked in a third finger as fast as he could, and Harry moaned, open-mouthed and messy, onto the place he'd bit down. Soothing the bite with his lips and tongue, Harry wrapped his arms around Kingsley's thick neck and tried to pull himself up. "Now fuck me," he demanded. "Pick me up and fuck me like a whore."

"Fine," Kinsley replied against his throat (oh, yes, finally, that felt just as good as he'd imagined) and wrapped one hand around Harry's hip. The other pulled himself out of his robes and slicked his cock. It was just as big as Harry had been hoping when he'd felt it, and his mouth watered and his arse clenched in anticipation, with made Kingsley give another pleased rumble. The he pulled with other hand out of Harry (ignoring the grumble of complaint that earned him) and used both to shove Harry up the wall. He pulled at Harry's legs until they wrapped around his weight, and then shifted as he caught his balance. Harry could feel the pressure keeping him up, and the way the strong arm muscles were working to support his weight. There was a sort of glorious tension to it that he loved. Once they were reasonably settled, Harry pressed into his back until he gave in and thrust.

Fuck, Kingsley's cock was huge. It felt even larger in his arse than it had looked and Harry was suddenly very thankful to Ginny. If he hadn't taken her large strap-on earlier, this would have been much less comfortable. Instead, Harry was able to squeeze tight around Kingsley and kick slightly at his back until he started to pound.

And pound he did.

Everyth thrust made Harry's head jerk, an dhe flopped it back loosely, mouth open and eyes heavy with absolutely mindblowing pleasure. There was glorious soft of stretch-burn that he'd gotten a taste of with Ginny, but this was something else. That had just been teh preperation, but while he could fell this everywhere. Harry could feel it spike up his spine and settle somewhere in his chest and throat with every push in, and whenever Kingsley pulled back it felt more and more like a loss.

Moving his hands to clamp down around either side of Kingsley's face, Harry bit down onto his lips, the would-be-kiss messy and wet and sharp.   "Come in me," he demanded, voice rough from the constant noise he'd been letting out. "Now."

Then then Kingsley came.

Harry could feel the pressure of his come squirting into him, and the hot wet sensation was a pleasure all it's own, so much so that his own orgasm felt almost secondary. Jerking in reaction, he hit the back of his head on the wall again, this time harder, and combined with the way he was being held up it made him feel light headed and off balance, like he was falling through the air. No, like he was flying without a broomstick or a creature to support him.

Harry decided he was a fan of that feeling.

Coming must have dazed him out of his senses for a moment, because the next thing Harry knew he was being untangled from Kingsley's hips and set down, still connected. Once he was able to focus again, Kingsley braced his huge hands on Harry's shoulders an pulled himself out with a sharp, wet noise. Immediately, come started to flow down Harry's things in little rivulets, and he couldn't help but let his own smaller hand slip down to wipe through it, almost playing with the mess. The fingers came away smeared with white, and Harry didn't hesitate at all before sliding one past his lips, sucking the come off with a moan. Kingsley watched him, eyes going wide and breath coming in short little pants, so Harry shoved the rest of them into the Auror's mouth, smiling when he felt the slick tongue lap them clean.

Finally he slid them back out, and Kingsley backed away, blinking like he wasn't sure what he'd just done. Before he could collect himself enough to process it, Harry leaned forward and kissed him again, slow and wet and passionate to give him as much time as possible to pump him full of Harry's magic. He could feel the way his muscles in his arse and lower back twinged as he moved, sore from the abuse, and he shuddered because he was going to be feeling that all day. With a little smile, Harry imagined eating dinner, face calm and collected, while he remembered the encounter - both encounters today, come to think of it - in vivid detail every time he moved, and a bolt of arousal ran through him from just the thought. It was too soon after coming to get hard again, but his body certainly gave a good effort.

Tucking Kingsley back into his robes, Harry patted his arse and pushed him toward the door. "Now, go on an do whatever you were going to do before I got you." Nodding, expression warmer than Harry had ever seen it (almost adoring, really - perhaps that had been a bit more magic than was necessary), the Auror straightened his robes in much the same manner he had after taking the Floo, erasing the suspicious ruffles, before slipping out the door. Harry watched him move, eyes scanning over broad shoulders and wide arms, and decided to see if he could corner Kingsley again soon. It all depended on the larger man's schedule, really, but if he saw the opportunity Harry would love a second round. Especially if he finally got that mouth on his cock.

While he waited so that they wouldn't leave suspiciously closely, Harry raised a hand to slide his hand through the ropes of his own come, which had painted over his chest when he came. The cooling liquid was rubbed into his skin, especially over his nipples, and Harry allowed himself a quick moan, shivering with low level arousal. Then, casting a quick spell to mask the scent to everyone else, he stepped into his clothes and gave small whimpers whenever his muscles protested at their use.

Once enough time had passed, Harry stepped out of the room and made his way up the stairs, offering Mrs. Weasley a polite smile in return for her own. He barely spared more than a curious glance for Kingsley, just as he most likely would have had he never learned to appreciate the man physically. Once he reached the top, he allowed himself a triumphant grin.

Right under the Order's nose, even. Not to mention that not only had this been a very nice way to kill an afternoon, but it was also a good test run. Order members were no harder to overcome than his friends, it seemed. Which meant that Harry could officially begin moving in on a few other targets.

After all, the full moon was less than a week away. He didn't have much time at all to set his plans into motion.

*****

Next time, Remus! And a special guest star as well. Not to mention I'm trying to fit in a couple of F/F scenes. Still trying to find a plausible way to get Fleur over early, but I'm having some trouble, even with the suggestions. There are some times I'll allow myself to cheat and make things convenient, but not this time. For the most part, the elements of this story are supposed to make sense. Yes, even the book. Also, remember that the summer period will be ending in a few chapters. At which point either we'll be saying good-bye to a few characters.

DISREGARD THE POLL. Apparently that's against the rules. Welp.

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