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thescarletwoman) wrote2007-06-25 11:55 pm
thescarletwoman) wrote2007-06-25 11:55 pm
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FIC: Various: Yeah, But What You Do After? (NC-17)
Title: Yeah, But What You Do After?
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thescarletwoman
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Fred/George, Hermione/Ginny, Lupin/Snape, Sirius/Hand
Word Count: 3758
Summary: Hermione brings a computer to Number Twelve. With... some very interesting results.
Warnings: Masturbation, Voyerism, Incest, Cameo Het, Underage (but consensual)
Author's Notes: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
pornish_pixies The Internet is for Porn challenge. A special thanks to femmequixotic for giving me an extension on getting this in for the "Internet is for Porn Challenge" due to personal reasons and as always -- to rose_whispers for the wonderful and fast beta.
"What on earth is that?"
"Is it a tellyfish?"
"It's called a television, you dolt."
"But tellyfishes don't have all that extra stuff!" Ron said, pointing to the box as Hermione removed something that looked like a strip of plastic with letters all over it.
"Television, Ron! And they call you our brother."
"BOYS!" Hermione shouted, hands on her hips and bushy hair layered liberally with dust. The Weasley brothers shut up when told -- for once. They looked at her expectantly, waiting for her to explain just what on Merlin's green earth she was doing. "This," she said, wiping her hands on her trousers, "is a computer. Professor McGonagall helped with the charms so it'll work here. I figured it's something the Death Eaters wouldn't think to use, so why should we shy away from Muggle technology? And if they do decide to use it, well, then that’s why we have Fred and George."
George raised an eyebrow. "You think the Death Eaters may someday resort to using email and in spite of our younger brother being a complete idiot when it comes to Muggle Technology, you're expecting the sheer genius of Forge and Gred to hack into their top secret files?"
Hermione coloured slightly. "Yes."
"Wicked," the twins said in unison, getting a glint in their eye that had nothing to do with fucking with the heads of Death Eaters.
"Would you two like to play around with it tonight?" Hermione asked. "The internet can be a most valuable resource. I'm not expecting to find maps pointing to 'Death Eater Hideout' here, but one never knows--"
"Hermione," George said, bowing low to gallantly kiss her hand, "We would be glad to."
~*~
The middle of the night was the perfect time for sneaking, in the minds of the masters of mischief. Sniggering quietly as they headed down the stairs, they jumped the last three steps to land quietly on the ground floor. Last thing they really needed was to wake up the old bat and listen to her screaming all night long.
It would not be conducive in the slightest to getting down to business.
They sat in the dining room where Hermione had set the computer up, doors ajar to hear if anyone was coming down for a midnight snack. It wasn't as if there was a curfew at Grimmauld, and they certainly didn't wish to be interrupted.
"So," Fred said, flicking the computer on and waiting for it to boot up. "Do we see if the Death Eaters have their own webpage yet?"
George rolled his eyes. "Can you see Lord Moldyshorts sitting down at a computer to set one up? His eyes would hurt half-way through. Red eyes with a bright screen?"
"Headache to be certain," Fred agreed. He moved the mouse to the button connecting them to the internet. The browser popped open and they stared at it for a few minutes.
"What to look at?" George asked.
"Well, it's not as if we have anything to really... do."
"But Hermione wanted us to look online."
"When have we ever listened to her?"
"But we still should." George paused, the glint back in his eye. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"When am I not?"
Fred pulled the keyboard towards himself and after a few artful phrases entered into a search engine, the twins found themselves staring at a wealth of information. George rubbed his hands together eagerly, clicking on the first link.
"When in doubt, oh brother mine?" George said, waiting for the page to load.
"Porn," they said in unison.
George clicked on the first site he found, hitting the back button when it asked for a form of payment. Same was true for the next site as well. George pouted, poking the screen as if that would help.
"But we have to pay!" George complained.
Looking a magician, a credit card appeared between Fred's fingers. "Behold. Money."
George took the plastic card, his eyebrows shooting to nearly his hairline. "Albus Dumbledore?"
"Hey, I'm sure men his age... have needs..."
It was good enough for George. He took the card and entered the digits in, leaving the card beside the computer. Just in case, of course. There was going to be others who needed the use of the computer afterall.
It didn't really matter if it was categorically 'good' porn. To the twins, porn was porn. They clicked around until they found something that was appealing to them both: a threesome featuring a woman with breasts slightly too large, though the two men in it were vaguely attractive. In any case, they let it load, settling back in their chairs to watch.
"You goin' to have a tug?" George asked, glancing askance at Fred.
"Plannin' on it. You?"
"Don't see why not."
This wasn't the first time the brothers had ever had a wank together. The number of times Fred had procured a Playwizard and they had sat upstairs at the Burrow and tossed off was more than either one cared to admit to. But this -- sitting and watching a movie -- was slightly different. Fred couldn't help but let his eyes roam over George's body as he unzipped his trousers enough to free his cock. Fred's eyes flicked back and forth between the movie and his brother's hand, focusing more on the hand than the film after a while. There was a dusting of freckles on his abdomen, as much as Fred could see with George's shirt hiked up slightly. The thought to count every freckle with his tongue began to permeate his thoughts.
It wasn't long before he was stroking his own cock, thinking about George rather than what the woman was doing in the film (currently trying to suck both mens' cocks. That had to hurt her lips, stretching like that).
"'y alright?" George asked, noting the curious look on Fred's face.
"Yeah, fine," Fred replied, eyes turning back to stare at the small computer screen.
There suddenly was a hand on his, Fred looking up to see George reaching over and -- Fuck. Fred let out a strangled sound, his hand falling away to let George stroke. It felt better than he ever could have imagined it. Perhaps it was the slightly forbidden notion, his brother -- his twin -- to be the one to get him off.
In Fred's mind, it occurred to him that he should return the favour, shouldn't he?
He slid his chair closer, arm slipping under George's to take his brother's cock in his hand. They stroked in counterpoint to each other, neither one looking at each other but focusing on the movie.
A point came, though, when they forgot the movie in favour of other explorations. It began with a kiss, a tentative slide of tongues against one another that grew bolder as they did. George moved from his chair awkwardly with his trousers stuck around his hips to drop himself in Fred's lap. This made the kissing much easier, not to mention it brought their cocks into perfect alignment. Fred's hips thrust upwards, George taking both their cocks in hand to stroke them together.
The twins also forgot about the open door as well.
"Close," George murmured into his brother's mouth, his hips jerking almost violently against Fred's groin.
The reply was swallowed with a kiss that was soon broken with a low groan as Fred came, spilling onto their bellies and George's hand. George came very soon after, whimpering Fred's name as he dropped his head forward to rest on Fred's shoulder.
The soft crash from the hallway rapidly brought the two back down to earth. Not for the first time, they were glad to be of age and not have to explain why cleaning charms were necessary at two in the morning. George picked himself off Fred's lap, doing up his trousers while Fred shut down the computer. Playfully, his hand rubbing against Fred's half-hard cock, George did up his brother's trousers and followed up with a quick kiss.
"Sounded like someone out there, yeah?" Fred asked, flipping off the light switch.
"Probably Kreacher," George replied with a shrug of his shoulders.
"Goin' to bed, then?"
"Yeah. You?"
Fred nodded, biting his lower lip. ""ve got a Playwizard upstairs," he said, the mischievous glint coming into his eye.
"You do?"
Another nod from Fred.
"Bed sounds bloody fantastic."
~*~
"I cannot believe Fred and George couldn't find a thing!" Hermione complained the next night, descending the stairs. She hopped over the squeaking stair tread, landing softly on the ground floor. Ginny followed suit, knocking into Hermione, and both girls struggled to keep their balance. The last thing they needed was to have Mrs Black wake up and then consequently wake up the rest of the house.
"You know them," Ginny replied with a roll of her eyes. "They probably spent the whole night looking up the best prices for bubotuber pus."
Hermione lifted an eyebrow, sitting herself down at the computer. "You can find that online?"
Ginny shrugged. "Don't see why not."
While the answer didn't satisfy Hermione, she didn't press the issue. Ginny left the door slightly ajar, giving them the opportunity to hear if anyone was coming downstairs. Not that they would be doing anything that needed to be stopped before someone saw, of course. But with Kreacher wandering about, she wanted advance warning before he came in. As much as Hermione hated to agree with Sirius, she had to admit the house-elf was a bit... odd.
It didn't mean she was giving up her notions of freeing the house-elves. She merely could see the reasons why they couldn't get rid of Kreacher. She may not have liked it, but she could understand.
Hermione settled into her chair while the computer started up, tapping the desk with her nails.
"You seem tense," Ginny said, standing behind Hermione. "Relax, will you?"
Hermione shook her head. "I'm worried about Harry and that we haven't been able to tell him much of anything even if we are under orders from Dumbledore and telling Harry something could be dangerous if it were intercepted." She took a breath, tilting her head back to look up at Ginny. "I'm worrying too much, aren't I?"
Chuckling, Ginny lowered her head to press a kiss to first Hermione's forehead then her lips. "You always worry too much. But it's also what makes you... you," Ginny replied. She draped her arms around Hermione's neck, bending down to rest her chin on Hermione's shoulder. She ran her tongue along the shell of Hermione's ear, chuckling as her hand made the mouse skitter across the screen.
"I have to work, Ginny," Hermione said, though there wasn't much feeling behind her protestations.
"Do you?" Ginny said, the pout evident in her voice. "You mean I can't..." She trailed off, nibbling on Hermione's earlobe and watching with glee in how she could distract Hermione so easily. "...can't distract you?"
Hermione sighed, abandoning the mouse to bend her arm awkwardly, running along Ginny's thigh. She was glad the girl had chosen to wear a skirt tonight, it was easier to get access to her knickers. Hermione's fingertips followed along the lacy curve of the fabric, rubbing her cunt through the fabric of her knickers. From behind her, Hermione could hear Ginny's soft whimpers as she tried to keep silent.
Ginny slid to the side ever so slightly, making it easier on Hermione's shoulder. She nudged Ginny closer, swivelling the chair so that she could nose against her abdomen. Hermione lifted Ginny's shirt, running her tongue along the soft skin just above her skirt. She flicked her tongue into Ginny's bellybutton, loving the way she shivered with each touch.
Hands ran along Ginny's thighs, lifting her skirt up to expose her knickers. Ginny held the fabric up, watching Hermione through her lashes. She hooked the elastic of Ginny's knickers with her thumbs, sliding the red fabric down her thighs. Taking that as her cue, Ginny lifted herself up onto the desk, spreading her thighs. Hermione pushed the chair closer, nosing through Ginny's red curls. She leaned back slightly, exposing herself to Hermione's eager gaze. Hermione slid her hand upwards, running along Ginny's thigh. Her fingers teased, Ginny's whimpers becoming louder with each brush of her thumb across her clit.
In closer did Hermione slide the chair, close enough to replace her fingers with her tongue. Hermione's fingers slid in and out of her cunt, tongue playing with the sensitive nub. Ginny's hands gripped Hermione's hair, tugging gently as she rode waves of pleasure, rapidly reaching her orgasm. Shuddering, Ginny came, biting her lower lip to keep from crying out.
Hermione kissed her way up Ginny's torso, to finally steal a kiss.
"Is that what you meant by a distraction, love?" She asked, teasing Ginny's lower lip with her tongue.
Ginny wrapped her arms around Hermione's neck, keeping her close.
"It's exactly what I meant by a distraction," Ginny replied, a sated smile on her face.
"I still need to do some work," Hermione said, sliding her chair back in front of the computer.
Ginny remained seated on the desk, running a foot along Hermione's thigh. "Mind if I stay?"
"Intent on distracting me again?" Hermione asked, smiling slightly.
"The night is young," Ginny replied. "I know how hard I'll have to work to pull you away from your work."
"A challenge I assume you feel as if you are up to?"
Ginny nodded. "Quite."
~*~
"Lupin, why did you wake me up for this?" Severus asked, arms folded in front of his chest as he stomped down the stairs.
"Because I've been asked to do research," Remus replied, wincing with every heavy footfall. "And can't you be quieter? Do you really wish to wake up Mrs Black?"
"Damned hag," Severus said, smashing his heel into the stair. Just because he was being forced to live at Grimmauld for 'the sake of the Order' didn't mean that he had to like it. "And I was quite comfortable in bed. And you had to wake me up." Severus' lip curled. "The fact that I was planning on waking you in an hour to bugger you is quite another story."
"Oh, stop your complaining," Remus muttered. "You can be quite the drama queen."
Remus jumped the last few steps, never remembering which one had the squeaky tread. Severus, however, walked all the way down the stairs and between the stomping and the squeak managed to wake Mrs Black up. The woman's screams echoed through the house, Remus darting forward to drag the curtains over her portrait.
"BLOOD TRATORS! SCUM OF THE EARTH! DEFILING THIS HOUSE! HALF-BREEDS AND SODOMITES!"
Remus looked at Severus. "A little help here?"
"You're supposed to be the one with the superior strength," Severus replied, leaning against the wall.
Grumbling, Remus pulled and managed to wrench the curtains over her picture. The screams quieted and the house was plunged into silence once more. No one came running from upstairs, which was surprising, but Remus wasn't going to complain. It was late and he had work to do.
"I appreciate the help," Remus muttered, leading the way.
"We're even. You woke me up," Severus replied.
"Childish."
Smirking, Severus stepped forward, wrapping his arms around Remus' waist as they walked forward a few steps. He ground his hips into Remus' arse, the two walking somewhat haltingly to where the computer was set up. Stopping at the desk, Remus turned and leaned against it, hoisting himself up.
"Are you having second thoughts about doing any research, Lupin?" Severus asked with a slight smirk, teasing Remus' lower lip with his tongue.
"s'my turn tonight," Remus mumbled against Severus' lips, his hands running along Severus' torso to the waistband of his trousers. "Promised. All taking... turns..."
Remus' protestations were swallowed by a kiss, Remus arching up towards his lover. He glanced at the computer out of the corner of his eye, knowing they should do their work. But when Severus was doing that thing with his tongue, it was hard for Remus to push him away.
Smirking, it was Severus who pulled away first. "Are you doing work tonight or not?" Severus asked, playfully nipping at Remus' lower lip.
Remus glanced back and forth between Severus and the computer. The choice... was easy.
"Turn it on. I can at least say it was on and I could find nothing," Remus reasoned, wrapping his legs around Severus' waist to pull him closer.
Chuckling, Severus turned the computer on and it whirred to life, the screen announcing Windows. Whatever that meant. Severus swooped down, stealing another kiss while making short work of Remus' trousers. Remus lifted his hips to aid in the removal process. Severus slid them down enough to free Remus' cock and arse, Remus shifting off the desk to lay face down across the table-top. Flexible though he may be, he wasn't twenty any more. Remus looked at Severus over his shoulder.
"Technically, I could do some research," Remus said with half a laugh. He moved the mouse with his left hand, opening up one of the web browsers.
There was an accompanying klink as Severus undid his own trousers. Remus spread his legs a bit wider, ignoring Severus in favour of doing his 'research'.
"I'm waiting for my distraction," Remus continued, whistling softly.
Once more, Severus chuckled, running his hand along Remus' arse. Remus heard the summoning charms muttered and the soft woosh of air as it floated down the stairs and into Severus' hands. Remus shivered in anticipation, determined to do his 'work'.
"If I am not mistaken," Severus said, dipping his fingers into the oil. "You could make this interesting," a finger teased Remus' arse, fingering his hole, "by going to one of those... pornographic websites."
Remus turned, lifting an eyebrow. "You... know of those?"
Severus rolled his eyes. "I'm not a complete imbecile, no matter what you may think. Yes, I am aware there are pornographic websites. Care to find one?"
"And how is that doing research?" Remus asked, lifting a brow.
"Just go to the website."
Remus typed and Severus slid a second finger into his arse, Remus wondering if he was getting the raw end of the deal somehow. Yet when Severus' finger brushed his prostate, Remus didn't give a damn if he did any more research or not. Remus whimpered softly, clicking on a video and not really caring what it was.
"Lupin, you're putting on... something with a female."
Remus shook his arse, glancing over his shoulder once more. "You're the one who said pick anything."
"Within reason."
"Afraid of the vagina?"
Severus smacked Remus' arse. "As I'm about to fuck you, I'd rather not see some woman's... twat." Severus gave a slight shudder. "Can you not find something that would appeal to us both given our current state."
"Picky, picky, picky."
A few more clicks around and Remus found something that Severus couldn't complain about. Or at least, would have a slightly harder time finding something to bitch about. From behind him, Remus could barely see Severus out of the corner of his eye, slicking his cock up with the oil. Remus glanced back and forth between the computer screen, where one thin boy was preparing another guy who looked like he was probably about nineteen years old. Then again, it wasn't as if he was going to be paying much --
Remus' fingers gripped the edge of the table, his back arching as Severus thrust into him. He tossed his head back, his body quickly adjusting to the intrusion. Severus was ruthless in his thrusts, the notion that they were in a place so public and could be discovered doing amazing things to their libidos.
Severus' hand slipped around Remus' body, seeking out his cock. He stroked in time with his thrusts, thumb teasing the slit. He spread the precome across the head, adding a slight twist of the wrist with each downward stroke. Severus buried his nose in the crook of Remus' shoulder and Remus felt as if his body was on fire wherever Severus touched. Yet when his hand sought lower, cupping and rolling his balls, Remus felt himself reaching the edge. It was too fast, too quick and no matter how he tried to hold on, Remus found he couldn't hold back.
Muffling his cry by biting on his hand, Remus came, spilling on Severus' hand and the desk. His inner muscles clenched around Severus' cock, Remus' whimpers sounding like shouts in the stillness of the house.
Severus came shortly after Remus, his hands gripping Remus' hips hard enough to leave fingertip-shaped bruises for the morning. Severus' head dropped forward, sweat matting both of their fringes to their foreheads.
Just outside the door, Remus could have sworn he heard a noise of some sort, almost like a soft cry. His brow furrowed, nudging Severus backwards with his hips. The movie clip had long since stopped playing, the screen flashing with advertisements of 'hot young cock'. Remus shook his head, closing out of the windows while Severus cleaned up their mess.
Again, Remus heard the noise.
"Severus, did you hear that?"
Doing up his trousers, Remus shook his head. "You're hearing things, Lupin." He hid a yawn behind his hand. "Now, may we both retire and go to bed?"
Nodding, Remus buttoned his own trousers. "Yes. Provided I get to be on top this time."
"No, you're the one who dragged me downstairs for 'research'," Severus replied.
"Like you're complaining about the nature of our research."
"I complain. It's what I do," Severus replied, slipping an arm around Remus' waist and kissing his temple.
"No kidding. Remind me why we're together?"
"The sex."
"Right."
~*~
The fact that he had just gotten off watching Snape fuck his best mate should have bothered him more than it did. Sirius kept himself well-hidden, even as the two shut the computer down and headed upstairs... most likely to continue whatever activities they had started. Why Remus wanted anything to do with the greasy-haired git was completely beyond him.
Sirius continued to stroke his half-hard cock, his own come drying on his stomach.
Muttering a cleaning charm, Sirius did up his trousers and headed upstairs to bed.
First Fred and George. Then Hermione and Ginny... and tonight his best mate.
Sirius vaguely wondered who was going to slip down and use the computer tomorrow night. Anyone but Molly and Arthur.
Anyone.
Author:
thescarletwomanRating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Fred/George, Hermione/Ginny, Lupin/Snape, Sirius/Hand
Word Count: 3758
Summary: Hermione brings a computer to Number Twelve. With... some very interesting results.
Warnings: Masturbation, Voyerism, Incest, Cameo Het, Underage (but consensual)
Author's Notes: Written for
pornish_pixies The Internet is for Porn challenge. A special thanks to femmequixotic for giving me an extension on getting this in for the "Internet is for Porn Challenge" due to personal reasons and as always -- to rose_whispers for the wonderful and fast beta."What on earth is that?"
"Is it a tellyfish?"
"It's called a television, you dolt."
"But tellyfishes don't have all that extra stuff!" Ron said, pointing to the box as Hermione removed something that looked like a strip of plastic with letters all over it.
"Television, Ron! And they call you our brother."
"BOYS!" Hermione shouted, hands on her hips and bushy hair layered liberally with dust. The Weasley brothers shut up when told -- for once. They looked at her expectantly, waiting for her to explain just what on Merlin's green earth she was doing. "This," she said, wiping her hands on her trousers, "is a computer. Professor McGonagall helped with the charms so it'll work here. I figured it's something the Death Eaters wouldn't think to use, so why should we shy away from Muggle technology? And if they do decide to use it, well, then that’s why we have Fred and George."
George raised an eyebrow. "You think the Death Eaters may someday resort to using email and in spite of our younger brother being a complete idiot when it comes to Muggle Technology, you're expecting the sheer genius of Forge and Gred to hack into their top secret files?"
Hermione coloured slightly. "Yes."
"Wicked," the twins said in unison, getting a glint in their eye that had nothing to do with fucking with the heads of Death Eaters.
"Would you two like to play around with it tonight?" Hermione asked. "The internet can be a most valuable resource. I'm not expecting to find maps pointing to 'Death Eater Hideout' here, but one never knows--"
"Hermione," George said, bowing low to gallantly kiss her hand, "We would be glad to."
~*~
The middle of the night was the perfect time for sneaking, in the minds of the masters of mischief. Sniggering quietly as they headed down the stairs, they jumped the last three steps to land quietly on the ground floor. Last thing they really needed was to wake up the old bat and listen to her screaming all night long.
It would not be conducive in the slightest to getting down to business.
They sat in the dining room where Hermione had set the computer up, doors ajar to hear if anyone was coming down for a midnight snack. It wasn't as if there was a curfew at Grimmauld, and they certainly didn't wish to be interrupted.
"So," Fred said, flicking the computer on and waiting for it to boot up. "Do we see if the Death Eaters have their own webpage yet?"
George rolled his eyes. "Can you see Lord Moldyshorts sitting down at a computer to set one up? His eyes would hurt half-way through. Red eyes with a bright screen?"
"Headache to be certain," Fred agreed. He moved the mouse to the button connecting them to the internet. The browser popped open and they stared at it for a few minutes.
"What to look at?" George asked.
"Well, it's not as if we have anything to really... do."
"But Hermione wanted us to look online."
"When have we ever listened to her?"
"But we still should." George paused, the glint back in his eye. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"When am I not?"
Fred pulled the keyboard towards himself and after a few artful phrases entered into a search engine, the twins found themselves staring at a wealth of information. George rubbed his hands together eagerly, clicking on the first link.
"When in doubt, oh brother mine?" George said, waiting for the page to load.
"Porn," they said in unison.
George clicked on the first site he found, hitting the back button when it asked for a form of payment. Same was true for the next site as well. George pouted, poking the screen as if that would help.
"But we have to pay!" George complained.
Looking a magician, a credit card appeared between Fred's fingers. "Behold. Money."
George took the plastic card, his eyebrows shooting to nearly his hairline. "Albus Dumbledore?"
"Hey, I'm sure men his age... have needs..."
It was good enough for George. He took the card and entered the digits in, leaving the card beside the computer. Just in case, of course. There was going to be others who needed the use of the computer afterall.
It didn't really matter if it was categorically 'good' porn. To the twins, porn was porn. They clicked around until they found something that was appealing to them both: a threesome featuring a woman with breasts slightly too large, though the two men in it were vaguely attractive. In any case, they let it load, settling back in their chairs to watch.
"You goin' to have a tug?" George asked, glancing askance at Fred.
"Plannin' on it. You?"
"Don't see why not."
This wasn't the first time the brothers had ever had a wank together. The number of times Fred had procured a Playwizard and they had sat upstairs at the Burrow and tossed off was more than either one cared to admit to. But this -- sitting and watching a movie -- was slightly different. Fred couldn't help but let his eyes roam over George's body as he unzipped his trousers enough to free his cock. Fred's eyes flicked back and forth between the movie and his brother's hand, focusing more on the hand than the film after a while. There was a dusting of freckles on his abdomen, as much as Fred could see with George's shirt hiked up slightly. The thought to count every freckle with his tongue began to permeate his thoughts.
It wasn't long before he was stroking his own cock, thinking about George rather than what the woman was doing in the film (currently trying to suck both mens' cocks. That had to hurt her lips, stretching like that).
"'y alright?" George asked, noting the curious look on Fred's face.
"Yeah, fine," Fred replied, eyes turning back to stare at the small computer screen.
There suddenly was a hand on his, Fred looking up to see George reaching over and -- Fuck. Fred let out a strangled sound, his hand falling away to let George stroke. It felt better than he ever could have imagined it. Perhaps it was the slightly forbidden notion, his brother -- his twin -- to be the one to get him off.
In Fred's mind, it occurred to him that he should return the favour, shouldn't he?
He slid his chair closer, arm slipping under George's to take his brother's cock in his hand. They stroked in counterpoint to each other, neither one looking at each other but focusing on the movie.
A point came, though, when they forgot the movie in favour of other explorations. It began with a kiss, a tentative slide of tongues against one another that grew bolder as they did. George moved from his chair awkwardly with his trousers stuck around his hips to drop himself in Fred's lap. This made the kissing much easier, not to mention it brought their cocks into perfect alignment. Fred's hips thrust upwards, George taking both their cocks in hand to stroke them together.
The twins also forgot about the open door as well.
"Close," George murmured into his brother's mouth, his hips jerking almost violently against Fred's groin.
The reply was swallowed with a kiss that was soon broken with a low groan as Fred came, spilling onto their bellies and George's hand. George came very soon after, whimpering Fred's name as he dropped his head forward to rest on Fred's shoulder.
The soft crash from the hallway rapidly brought the two back down to earth. Not for the first time, they were glad to be of age and not have to explain why cleaning charms were necessary at two in the morning. George picked himself off Fred's lap, doing up his trousers while Fred shut down the computer. Playfully, his hand rubbing against Fred's half-hard cock, George did up his brother's trousers and followed up with a quick kiss.
"Sounded like someone out there, yeah?" Fred asked, flipping off the light switch.
"Probably Kreacher," George replied with a shrug of his shoulders.
"Goin' to bed, then?"
"Yeah. You?"
Fred nodded, biting his lower lip. ""ve got a Playwizard upstairs," he said, the mischievous glint coming into his eye.
"You do?"
Another nod from Fred.
"Bed sounds bloody fantastic."
~*~
"I cannot believe Fred and George couldn't find a thing!" Hermione complained the next night, descending the stairs. She hopped over the squeaking stair tread, landing softly on the ground floor. Ginny followed suit, knocking into Hermione, and both girls struggled to keep their balance. The last thing they needed was to have Mrs Black wake up and then consequently wake up the rest of the house.
"You know them," Ginny replied with a roll of her eyes. "They probably spent the whole night looking up the best prices for bubotuber pus."
Hermione lifted an eyebrow, sitting herself down at the computer. "You can find that online?"
Ginny shrugged. "Don't see why not."
While the answer didn't satisfy Hermione, she didn't press the issue. Ginny left the door slightly ajar, giving them the opportunity to hear if anyone was coming downstairs. Not that they would be doing anything that needed to be stopped before someone saw, of course. But with Kreacher wandering about, she wanted advance warning before he came in. As much as Hermione hated to agree with Sirius, she had to admit the house-elf was a bit... odd.
It didn't mean she was giving up her notions of freeing the house-elves. She merely could see the reasons why they couldn't get rid of Kreacher. She may not have liked it, but she could understand.
Hermione settled into her chair while the computer started up, tapping the desk with her nails.
"You seem tense," Ginny said, standing behind Hermione. "Relax, will you?"
Hermione shook her head. "I'm worried about Harry and that we haven't been able to tell him much of anything even if we are under orders from Dumbledore and telling Harry something could be dangerous if it were intercepted." She took a breath, tilting her head back to look up at Ginny. "I'm worrying too much, aren't I?"
Chuckling, Ginny lowered her head to press a kiss to first Hermione's forehead then her lips. "You always worry too much. But it's also what makes you... you," Ginny replied. She draped her arms around Hermione's neck, bending down to rest her chin on Hermione's shoulder. She ran her tongue along the shell of Hermione's ear, chuckling as her hand made the mouse skitter across the screen.
"I have to work, Ginny," Hermione said, though there wasn't much feeling behind her protestations.
"Do you?" Ginny said, the pout evident in her voice. "You mean I can't..." She trailed off, nibbling on Hermione's earlobe and watching with glee in how she could distract Hermione so easily. "...can't distract you?"
Hermione sighed, abandoning the mouse to bend her arm awkwardly, running along Ginny's thigh. She was glad the girl had chosen to wear a skirt tonight, it was easier to get access to her knickers. Hermione's fingertips followed along the lacy curve of the fabric, rubbing her cunt through the fabric of her knickers. From behind her, Hermione could hear Ginny's soft whimpers as she tried to keep silent.
Ginny slid to the side ever so slightly, making it easier on Hermione's shoulder. She nudged Ginny closer, swivelling the chair so that she could nose against her abdomen. Hermione lifted Ginny's shirt, running her tongue along the soft skin just above her skirt. She flicked her tongue into Ginny's bellybutton, loving the way she shivered with each touch.
Hands ran along Ginny's thighs, lifting her skirt up to expose her knickers. Ginny held the fabric up, watching Hermione through her lashes. She hooked the elastic of Ginny's knickers with her thumbs, sliding the red fabric down her thighs. Taking that as her cue, Ginny lifted herself up onto the desk, spreading her thighs. Hermione pushed the chair closer, nosing through Ginny's red curls. She leaned back slightly, exposing herself to Hermione's eager gaze. Hermione slid her hand upwards, running along Ginny's thigh. Her fingers teased, Ginny's whimpers becoming louder with each brush of her thumb across her clit.
In closer did Hermione slide the chair, close enough to replace her fingers with her tongue. Hermione's fingers slid in and out of her cunt, tongue playing with the sensitive nub. Ginny's hands gripped Hermione's hair, tugging gently as she rode waves of pleasure, rapidly reaching her orgasm. Shuddering, Ginny came, biting her lower lip to keep from crying out.
Hermione kissed her way up Ginny's torso, to finally steal a kiss.
"Is that what you meant by a distraction, love?" She asked, teasing Ginny's lower lip with her tongue.
Ginny wrapped her arms around Hermione's neck, keeping her close.
"It's exactly what I meant by a distraction," Ginny replied, a sated smile on her face.
"I still need to do some work," Hermione said, sliding her chair back in front of the computer.
Ginny remained seated on the desk, running a foot along Hermione's thigh. "Mind if I stay?"
"Intent on distracting me again?" Hermione asked, smiling slightly.
"The night is young," Ginny replied. "I know how hard I'll have to work to pull you away from your work."
"A challenge I assume you feel as if you are up to?"
Ginny nodded. "Quite."
~*~
"Lupin, why did you wake me up for this?" Severus asked, arms folded in front of his chest as he stomped down the stairs.
"Because I've been asked to do research," Remus replied, wincing with every heavy footfall. "And can't you be quieter? Do you really wish to wake up Mrs Black?"
"Damned hag," Severus said, smashing his heel into the stair. Just because he was being forced to live at Grimmauld for 'the sake of the Order' didn't mean that he had to like it. "And I was quite comfortable in bed. And you had to wake me up." Severus' lip curled. "The fact that I was planning on waking you in an hour to bugger you is quite another story."
"Oh, stop your complaining," Remus muttered. "You can be quite the drama queen."
Remus jumped the last few steps, never remembering which one had the squeaky tread. Severus, however, walked all the way down the stairs and between the stomping and the squeak managed to wake Mrs Black up. The woman's screams echoed through the house, Remus darting forward to drag the curtains over her portrait.
"BLOOD TRATORS! SCUM OF THE EARTH! DEFILING THIS HOUSE! HALF-BREEDS AND SODOMITES!"
Remus looked at Severus. "A little help here?"
"You're supposed to be the one with the superior strength," Severus replied, leaning against the wall.
Grumbling, Remus pulled and managed to wrench the curtains over her picture. The screams quieted and the house was plunged into silence once more. No one came running from upstairs, which was surprising, but Remus wasn't going to complain. It was late and he had work to do.
"I appreciate the help," Remus muttered, leading the way.
"We're even. You woke me up," Severus replied.
"Childish."
Smirking, Severus stepped forward, wrapping his arms around Remus' waist as they walked forward a few steps. He ground his hips into Remus' arse, the two walking somewhat haltingly to where the computer was set up. Stopping at the desk, Remus turned and leaned against it, hoisting himself up.
"Are you having second thoughts about doing any research, Lupin?" Severus asked with a slight smirk, teasing Remus' lower lip with his tongue.
"s'my turn tonight," Remus mumbled against Severus' lips, his hands running along Severus' torso to the waistband of his trousers. "Promised. All taking... turns..."
Remus' protestations were swallowed by a kiss, Remus arching up towards his lover. He glanced at the computer out of the corner of his eye, knowing they should do their work. But when Severus was doing that thing with his tongue, it was hard for Remus to push him away.
Smirking, it was Severus who pulled away first. "Are you doing work tonight or not?" Severus asked, playfully nipping at Remus' lower lip.
Remus glanced back and forth between Severus and the computer. The choice... was easy.
"Turn it on. I can at least say it was on and I could find nothing," Remus reasoned, wrapping his legs around Severus' waist to pull him closer.
Chuckling, Severus turned the computer on and it whirred to life, the screen announcing Windows. Whatever that meant. Severus swooped down, stealing another kiss while making short work of Remus' trousers. Remus lifted his hips to aid in the removal process. Severus slid them down enough to free Remus' cock and arse, Remus shifting off the desk to lay face down across the table-top. Flexible though he may be, he wasn't twenty any more. Remus looked at Severus over his shoulder.
"Technically, I could do some research," Remus said with half a laugh. He moved the mouse with his left hand, opening up one of the web browsers.
There was an accompanying klink as Severus undid his own trousers. Remus spread his legs a bit wider, ignoring Severus in favour of doing his 'research'.
"I'm waiting for my distraction," Remus continued, whistling softly.
Once more, Severus chuckled, running his hand along Remus' arse. Remus heard the summoning charms muttered and the soft woosh of air as it floated down the stairs and into Severus' hands. Remus shivered in anticipation, determined to do his 'work'.
"If I am not mistaken," Severus said, dipping his fingers into the oil. "You could make this interesting," a finger teased Remus' arse, fingering his hole, "by going to one of those... pornographic websites."
Remus turned, lifting an eyebrow. "You... know of those?"
Severus rolled his eyes. "I'm not a complete imbecile, no matter what you may think. Yes, I am aware there are pornographic websites. Care to find one?"
"And how is that doing research?" Remus asked, lifting a brow.
"Just go to the website."
Remus typed and Severus slid a second finger into his arse, Remus wondering if he was getting the raw end of the deal somehow. Yet when Severus' finger brushed his prostate, Remus didn't give a damn if he did any more research or not. Remus whimpered softly, clicking on a video and not really caring what it was.
"Lupin, you're putting on... something with a female."
Remus shook his arse, glancing over his shoulder once more. "You're the one who said pick anything."
"Within reason."
"Afraid of the vagina?"
Severus smacked Remus' arse. "As I'm about to fuck you, I'd rather not see some woman's... twat." Severus gave a slight shudder. "Can you not find something that would appeal to us both given our current state."
"Picky, picky, picky."
A few more clicks around and Remus found something that Severus couldn't complain about. Or at least, would have a slightly harder time finding something to bitch about. From behind him, Remus could barely see Severus out of the corner of his eye, slicking his cock up with the oil. Remus glanced back and forth between the computer screen, where one thin boy was preparing another guy who looked like he was probably about nineteen years old. Then again, it wasn't as if he was going to be paying much --
Remus' fingers gripped the edge of the table, his back arching as Severus thrust into him. He tossed his head back, his body quickly adjusting to the intrusion. Severus was ruthless in his thrusts, the notion that they were in a place so public and could be discovered doing amazing things to their libidos.
Severus' hand slipped around Remus' body, seeking out his cock. He stroked in time with his thrusts, thumb teasing the slit. He spread the precome across the head, adding a slight twist of the wrist with each downward stroke. Severus buried his nose in the crook of Remus' shoulder and Remus felt as if his body was on fire wherever Severus touched. Yet when his hand sought lower, cupping and rolling his balls, Remus felt himself reaching the edge. It was too fast, too quick and no matter how he tried to hold on, Remus found he couldn't hold back.
Muffling his cry by biting on his hand, Remus came, spilling on Severus' hand and the desk. His inner muscles clenched around Severus' cock, Remus' whimpers sounding like shouts in the stillness of the house.
Severus came shortly after Remus, his hands gripping Remus' hips hard enough to leave fingertip-shaped bruises for the morning. Severus' head dropped forward, sweat matting both of their fringes to their foreheads.
Just outside the door, Remus could have sworn he heard a noise of some sort, almost like a soft cry. His brow furrowed, nudging Severus backwards with his hips. The movie clip had long since stopped playing, the screen flashing with advertisements of 'hot young cock'. Remus shook his head, closing out of the windows while Severus cleaned up their mess.
Again, Remus heard the noise.
"Severus, did you hear that?"
Doing up his trousers, Remus shook his head. "You're hearing things, Lupin." He hid a yawn behind his hand. "Now, may we both retire and go to bed?"
Nodding, Remus buttoned his own trousers. "Yes. Provided I get to be on top this time."
"No, you're the one who dragged me downstairs for 'research'," Severus replied.
"Like you're complaining about the nature of our research."
"I complain. It's what I do," Severus replied, slipping an arm around Remus' waist and kissing his temple.
"No kidding. Remind me why we're together?"
"The sex."
"Right."
~*~
The fact that he had just gotten off watching Snape fuck his best mate should have bothered him more than it did. Sirius kept himself well-hidden, even as the two shut the computer down and headed upstairs... most likely to continue whatever activities they had started. Why Remus wanted anything to do with the greasy-haired git was completely beyond him.
Sirius continued to stroke his half-hard cock, his own come drying on his stomach.
Muttering a cleaning charm, Sirius did up his trousers and headed upstairs to bed.
First Fred and George. Then Hermione and Ginny... and tonight his best mate.
Sirius vaguely wondered who was going to slip down and use the computer tomorrow night. Anyone but Molly and Arthur.
Anyone.
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*Lena has died at the unexpected discovery of humor in her porn*
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