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Summary: There are just some things that a witch cannot provide. Bill/Draco/Charlie/Hermione.
A/N: Written for 50_smutlets prompt #04: lust.
Word Count: 1867.
Hermione Granger had tits.
Well, it was a kind of well-known fact that she was female, and therefore had the necessary female bits, but Draco had never actually expected to see them quite so up close and personal. Even if he had thought about them and, admittedly, spied on her in the past, he had never thought that he would see them being enthusiastically sucked and licked by two men. The two men happened to be brothers, too, and she was making whining, breathy noises as they teased her nipples.
Watching them, Draco was torn between arousal and jealousy. Bill was his lover, dammit, not Granger’s. Bill was supposed to be sucking his cock, not her tits. It wasn’t fucking fair. He was supposed to be the centre of attention; Malfoys were always the centre of attention.
Granger was the first one to notice that he was there. “Shut the door,” she ordered breathlessly, still sounding bossy despite the fact that she was completely naked and had one of her own hands between her thighs as she touched herself.
Bill looked up, grinning wolfishly at him - Draco couldn’t remember the last time he had been this hard. “Are you going to take your clothes off or what?” he asked.
“I thought it was just going to be us tonight,” Draco said, hands shakily starting to shed his clothes. They had watched Charlie and Hermione together before, without the couple knowing, but Draco had never thought that they would actually bring them into their bed.
Nudging Charlie away from her chest, Hermione indicated towards Draco. Charlie grinned and gave her a quick kiss before climbing off the bed, his erection tenting the front of his boxer shorts. Draco swallowed a little nervously as Charlie approached him, a little intimidated by the redhead’s muscular physique. He was shorter than Bill, closer to Draco’s height, but with biceps that Draco wanted to sink his teeth into. And his chest…
“Charlie wants a bit of cock to play with,” Hermione supplied from the bed and Draco blushed when she said ‘cock’. Even though he’d seen Charlie fuck her up the arse, Hermione Granger still wasn’t supposed to use words like that. “And Bill kindly offered us yours.”
On the bed, Bill had moved to sit with his back against the headboard as Charlie deftly undid Draco’s trousers. His body pressed against Draco’s as Charlie pushed his trousers down, and Draco couldn’t help but think he smelt like smoke. “Hermione wants to see you fuck her man,” Bill said, arms behind his head and stretching out on the bed. “D’you think you’re up to the job?”
Charlie ground his hips against Draco’s, a smirk playing on his lips. “Hermione’s tried these fake things with spells, but nothing beats a bit of the real thing, you know?” His hand grasped around Draco’s erection for a teasing moment and Draco groaned, wondering if all the Weasleys were dick teases. Strike that - he didn’t want to think about Ron Weasley in bed. Although, if Charlie was up for group sex, perhaps the twins would be amenable…?
He gasped when Charlie kissed him roughly, his fingers automatically curling into red hair that was so much shorter than Bill’s as Charlie’s tongue invaded his mouth, tasting him.
“So fucking hot,” Bill murmured. Hermione licked her lips, nodding. When he glanced at her, Bill saw that Hermione was playing idly with her nipples as she watched Draco and Charlie, twisting them roughly when Charlie dropped down to his knees and began to pull down Draco’s underwear with his teeth.
Bill lifted his hips, pulling down his own underwear and freeing his cock as Charlie took Draco’s into his mouth. He smiled slyly, watching familiar expressions flit across Draco’s face and it was easy to imagine himself in Charlie’s position. His fingers wrapped around his cock, slowly stroking it a few times before reaching over to Hermione and drawing her into a long kiss. He could hear Draco whimpering and was sure that the blond was watching them.
“Ride me,” he murmured to Hermione, wanting to really give Draco something to watch. She looked down at his cock for a moment before eagerly moving to straddle him, her back against his chest as she sank down onto him. Bill groaned throatily as his cock slid into her; it had been a while since he had felt the tight, wet heat of a woman around him. Hermione shuddered in pleasure at being filled, her head falling back to rest on his shoulder.
Her hips started to move, Hermione raising up slightly before dropping back down and grinding herself against him. Bill’s hands cupped her breasts, playing with them as she rode him.
Charlie paused from his actions to watch them for a moment, his eyes slightly glazed from lust. He stood, pulling Draco into another kiss and nipping at his lower lip. “You’re going to fuck me,” he told Draco in a growl that reminded Draco of Bill. He nodded, a little dazed, though licking his lips in appreciation when Charlie dropped his boxers and turned his back to him.
Draco’s hand slid over his backside in delight; he’d always wanted to get a closer look at Charlie’s tattoo. He gave it a quick pinch and dropped to his knees as Charlie bent over the bed. Charlie’s eyes were fixed on Bill and Hermione, even as Draco’s fingers touched his arse. He took a sharp intake of breath as he felt something wet and warm pressing against him. Charlie hadn’t been with another bloke since he’d been in Romania and Hermione had only done this a couple of times after he had asked.
As Draco’s tongue teased the tight pucker, Bill gave a growl of approval, wishing that he could have a better view. The look on Charlie’s face was exquisite and he muttered, “Has Char ever done that to you?” as he tweaked Hermione’s nipple. She whimpered and nodded, too caught up in riding Bill to provide a coherent answer. One of Bill’s hands left her breasts and moved between her thighs, seeking out her clit. He wanted to feel her come around him.
Charlie let out a long breath as Draco snaked a finger into him. He was so hard that he could barely think straight, but he couldn’t even touch his cock, because he’d fall down on the bed if he lifted one of his arms. He felt the cold, wet sensation of charmed lubrication, and Draco’s finger started to move more easily. Draco added another finger and Charlie gave a growl of frustration.
“Impatient thing, isn’t he?” Bill asked as he felt Hermione start to tighten around his cock as her orgasm approached.
“Always,” she agreed breathlessly. Hermione watched in fascination as Draco straightened up, smirking over Charlie’s shoulder before starting to push into him. Charlie let out a low groan and Hermione came with a cry, her cunt clenching around Bill. He continued to tease her clit with his fingers as she came, riding out the very last of her orgasm before letting himself go with a grunt.
Charlie’s fingers curled into the sheets as Draco pushed slowly into his arse. The fake cocks that Hermione had charmed had never felt as good as this, although he couldn’t fault her for trying. The real thing was just better. Hermione even had to agree with him after he had used one of the dildos on her arse, then used his cock for a comparison.
Hermione was always one for a fair experiment.
Draco’s hands held Charlie’s hips tightly as he started to thrust shallowly into him. He knew what Bill liked, but Charlie was a different creature. When Charlie ground back against him, though, Draco almost grinned, getting a little more forceful with his thrusts.
Getting off Bill, Hermione crawled forward on the bed, pressing her lips to Charlie’s in a soft kiss. He growled against her mouth. “My cock,” he told her gruffly, not able to manage a longer sentence.
She smiled slyly and lay down on her belly, propping herself up on her elbows as she took Charlie’s cock into her mouth. His hips moved with every thrust from Draco, so there wasn’t much work for her to do. Still, she teased the head with her tongue, Bill watching the three of them with fascination. He was sure that it wouldn’t be long before he was hard again.
With the perfect view of Hermione’s arse, Bill licked his lips. Why let Charlie have all the fun? He shifted position, parting Hermione’s legs and kneeling between them. He kissed the backs of her thighs, lowering his head to swipe at her cunt and collecting her juices on his tongue. He could taste himself, too, and he paused for a moment before using his hands to part the cheeks of Hermione’s arse and starting to rim her like Draco had done to Charlie. Her hips jerked and she whined against Charlie’s cock.
Charlie was sure he was going to explode. Watching Bill fuck Hermione and then start doing that to her as she sucked his cock and his brother’s lover thrust into his arse was too much for him. No, actually, when Hermione’s finger started to tease his perineum, that was too much and he came into her mouth, nearly falling forward on top of her.
“Fuck,” he groaned, barely able to breathe. A couple more thrusts and Draco came, too; Charlie winced as he pulled out. “Gonna be sore tomorrow.”
Hermione licked her lips, swatting Bill away as she sat up. “You’re the one who wanted a cock up your arse,” she retorted, brushing his hair from his face with a tender smile. “Deal with it.”
Bill watched their exchange in amusement as Draco crawled onto the bed next to him, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple. “Did you enjoy that, Char?”
Breaking off from a kiss with Hermione, Charlie flashed him a sated grin. “Yeah, you could say that.”
Draco prodded Bill in the side. “Not that I didn’t enjoy it,” he said, “but I don’t appreciate you pimping off my cock to your brother.” He glanced over at Charlie and Hermione. “Ever considered Polyjuice?”
A slow smile spread across Hermione’s face. “Why didn’t I think of that?” she asked. She kissed Charlie’s cheek. “You could fuck whoever you wanted,” she told him softly. “I know I wouldn’t mind seeing what it’s like to have a penis.” Draco bit back a snigger - now that was the Hermione Granger he knew and tried not to hate.
Charlie sprawled out on the bed, legs hanging off the bed and head resting on Bill’s thighs. “I dunno,” he said after a moment of consideration. Hermione lay down bedside him. “Would it still be like, wotsitcalled… incest if you were Bill?” He patted Bill’s shin. “Definitely got enough hair to spare.”
“Oi, cheeky,” Bill chided. Hermione whimpered slightly as she imagined it and Bill chuckled. “I’m not a sex object,” he tried to protest. His brother snorted in disbelief.
“I’d watch,” Draco offered up, running a hand through his hair. “Sounds hot.”