In-the-Mood Ring
Chapter 2 - In-the-Mood Ring
“This was probably your worst idea ever, George.” Harry’s words were panted, his face sweat-covered and his entire body trembling. “I am going to kill you, I really am.”
Now, George usually had excellent ideas, if he did say so himself. He was the real brain behind the Fever Fudge and other Skiving Snacks, and while Fred was the one to make it all palatable with his frankly disgustingly good fudge, George was the potion’s expert in their partnership. It was a really well balanced bit of teamwork between the twins. George masterfully covered potions, wards, and runes, and Fred handled the transfigurations, enchanting and charms with aplomb.
But every now and again George would get a bit… peeved when Fred would turn his nose up at an enchanting or charm idea, and George would take it upon himself to create something on his own. It wasn’t really his fault that he tended to misstep on the order of things a bit. He would just get so excited about the end result and might maybe… sometimes forget to run through all the troubleshooting steps before sharing the results.
Which is probably why Harry was so incredibly pissed at George right now. Rightfully, probably, if this current test item was as painful as it seemed to be.
“Harrykins, my dearest, I really think it’ll be alright.” At this statement, Harry threw his trainer at George’s head, since it was the closest thing in reach from where he was currently sprawled across the floor of the test lab, shirtless, with his trousers and pants around his knees. “Alright, alright. Do you want me to get Fred? I bet he can fix this, no problem.”
“Yes, get Fred. That won’t be a complete fucking nightmare at all, really. Let’s just have all the bloody Weasley siblings troop through here and check out my dick. That’s COMPLETELY FINE, GEORGE.” Harry’s last words were shouted, his face turning almost the same alarming shade of purple as his dick. Which was truly a rather horrifying shade of purple, and did not at all look good with the mostly-untested “Wicked Wheeze” George had brilliantly named the “In-the-Mood (Cock)Ring”, trademark pending, hugged around the base. The ring was self-sizing, so it wouldn’t cause actual damage to a man’s bait and tackle, but it didn’t seem to want to come off, and it had the unfortunate side effect of making a erection last well past when it was fun to have one by preventing a man from reaching his high point, if he really didn’t mean it. The intent part might be the issue, George wasn’t sure.
While George was once again mulling over his options, hand on his chin and his face peering closely at Harry’s bits - Harry staring sightlessly at the ceiling awaiting his death - the door to the shop’s backroom and testing area slammed open, admitting a rather cheerful looking Fred.
“Be calm all, your savior has arrived!” Smiling down at his two frozen business partners, Fred put his hands on his hips and bent at the waist to peer intently at Harry’s issue. At Harry’s squeak of mortification, George tutted. “George, you wouldn’t happen to have a second prototype around here would you? I’d like to run a couple tests on something that isn’t already… involved with Harry’s bellend.”
At the silence that greeted his question, Fred sighed heavily. “Honestly, brother, it’s like you wanted to make him a eunuch.” At that, Fred dropped to his knees beside Harry on the floor, and leaned in. “Right, we’re just going to play a bit of pretend, and that you’re seeing double. That work for you, Harrykins?” At Harry’s blank stare, Fred continued. “George, I’m going to need you to summon up some ice, and probably some lube, too.”
“You are not putting ice on my dick!” Harry screeched, covering himself with his hands before flinching away again, his dick too sensitive to touch at this point.
“Might have to, mate. Just a possibility.” George had summoned the requested items and they were sitting on standby, his face a mix of pity and curiosity over how Fred might solve this issue. He was an inventor, after all, and this was a product that might still one day prove entertaining. I don’t think Harry would let me try it on him again though.
“We’ll start with the lube, see if you can get the ring loose that way. I’m also assuming you tried a Finite already, right?” The last question was posed to George, and at his nod Fred sighed. “Harry, are you able to handle the situation? No shame man, if you can’t.” While Fred had secretly been a bit envious of the new amorous change in relationship between Harry and George, this wasn’t an ideal time to mention it.
Harry shook his head and covered his face with his hands. It was hard to say whether his furious blush was more due to embarrassment or residual excitement at this point. The ring itself was imbued with a combination of charms and potions; the main things were a color charm, a resizing charm, a variation on a nerve stimulating charm (to keep up healthy blood flow and prevent damage), a mild lust potion, and a variant of a truth potion George had invented. George thought the truth potion might be reacting badly with the lust potion, as there was some overlap in ingredients that could be causing a bit of an overdose.
Harry had walked through all the components of ring with George before agreeing to put the damn thing on at all. He’d always loved helping both twins invent new items, and testing was a regular part of the time they spent together. Since he and George had started dating, things were a bit strained between the three of them. This was really the first time they’d all been troubleshooting a product together since the shift, and Fred was trying to keep his head about him, and try not to notice just how pretty Harry looked, even as upset as he was currently.
“Fred, I just want the damn thing to stop whatever it’s doing. Its been on for like two hours now, and nothing we’ve… tried has made it come off.” Harry’s voice was quiet but strained. “But… I really don’t think I can touch it again. It almost feels like it’s shocking me in my hands and.. elsewhere when I touch it. I can’t take it.” George got a pensive expression at that, and looked to Fred, holding eye contact for a bit, which started to annoy Harry fairly quickly.
“If you’re done doing that twin-mind-speak thing, just tell me what is going to happen!” Harry’s comment snapped the twins out of their moment, and they both turned to Harry, George speaking up.
“Harry, I-we- think it might be that the ring is tied to desire and intent. Which, yea, is something we planned a bit, but I think it backfired a touch.” With a deep breath, George pressed on. “I think what’s happening is it’s not letting you get off, or get it off, because you need… more stimulation that I was giving you. By myself.”
Harry’s eyes widened abruptly, and he sat up as best he could. He didn’t want to admit to either of them right now that it wasn’t just George he had been interested in. At the time he and George started dating, Fred was still getting over his breakup with Angelina, and Harry always felt that he was being selfish, liking both twins at once.
“What are you saying, exactly, George.” Harry’s tone was as flat as he could make it, while trying not to panic further. Fred took over, leaning in a bit and putting his had on Harry’s shoulder. When he made contact Harry couldn’t help the quiet whimper that slipped out.
“What we’re saying, Harry, is that I’ll help you get it off… by getting you off. It’s the only thing that might work, to let the ring finish out it’s designed task, even if it’s being a bit wonky with how it works.” Harry was staring down and away from both twins, not wanting to really look at what emotion might be on George’s face, or acknowledge what Fred was saying.
“Harry… I really like you.” At Fred’s quiet admission, Harry looked back up. Fred’s face was flushed, a small smile on his face, and honest desire in his eyes. “Trust me when I tell you, this is not going to be a hard task for me to do.” At the horrible joke, Harry groaned and flopped back onto the floor, covering his face once again. The silence stretched for a minute before he peeked out of his fingers.
“We’re going to have to have a talk about this. After. And we’re going on a date. And we’re never telling Ron or Hermione about how we all started dating, we’ll tell them something totally normal and not about my dick.” Harry blurted all that out in one breath, his eyes bouncing back and forth between the twins. Fred looked pleased and George relieved.
“Deal,” the twins said together. With a look around, Fred shook his head. “We are not doing this on the shop floor, I know neither you or George have a romantic bone between you, but I won’t have our first time be surrounded by stray potions ingredients and candy wrappers.”
With that, Fred picked Harry up like he didn’t weigh a thing, causing Harry to squeak and latch on to him. For how tall and trim the twins were, he was always shocked when they used their Beater strength to manhandle him.
Once Harry was carried up the back stairs of the shop, into the twin’s flat and through to Fred’s room, he was dropped on unceremoniously onto an unmade bed. Looking around, Harry laughed. “Fred, there’s candy wrappers and stray potions ingredients all over the place in here.” His laugh was abruptly cut off with a moan, as Fred used the distraction to suck Harry’s entire cock into his mouth.
“Merlin, Fred, I haven’t seen you do that since we tag teamed that quidditch friend of Krum’s. I’m still salty that I got a gag reflex when you didn’t.” George was smirking a bit as he said this, slowly stripping out of his clothes as he watched Fred bob up and down Harry’s cock. Fred spend a moment lipping the cock ring at the base, making Harry arch his back and plunge his hands into Fred’s short locks. Choked pleas and violent threats were tumbling from Harry’s lips as Fred continued.
Popping off of Harry’s dick, Fred smirked over at George. “Harry is being a bit mouthy, Georgie. Why don’t you help him quiet down.” Fred spent a moment to strip Harry out of his trousers and pants, which were still twisted around his knees, and flipped the younger man over onto his hands and knees. Harry looked over his shoulder at Fred in confusion, before George directed him forward again, and pressed his hard dick to Harry’s mouth. With a groan, Harry lapped the head, George having to hold it still for the eager man’s attention.
“Such a pretty sight, Harry.” Fred crooned, as he pet down Harry’s sides and watched him take George’s cock deep, choking when he moved too fast. “Relax, sweetheart, don’t rush.”
Fred stripped his clothes off and pulled his wand, muttering a cleaning charm under his breath that made Harry twitch and moan around George’s girth. “You give him such a mouthful, Georgie. Funny how everyone things we’re entirely identical, when there are a few differences.’ While they were evenly matched, George had a bit more girth on him and Fred had a decent upward curve to his dick. It was all about the small differences that made them unique.
Harry felt like he was drowning in sensation. The ring on his dick was almost forgotten as he was moved and directed by Fred and George. He didn’t have to think or make any decisions, he just had to do as he was guided. George took a moment to pull Harry gently off of himself, and move back to the headboard to lean against, stroking himself as he looked at the other two together. Fred guided Harry forward again, positioning him with his knees splayed apart wide, and hovering with his upper body draped over George, so he could still suck him.
“If you need us to stop at any time Harry, just pinch Georgie’s leg okay?” With that warning given and Harry’s vague nod, confused as it was, Fred guided Harry’s back a harsh tilt, popping his ass up high. George gently guided Harry back down onto his cock, keeping most of his cock wrapped in his palm and only letting Harry have the head to suck.
Fred used the distraction to spread Harry’s asscheeks with his hand, and blew a cool stream of air across his taint. Harry jolted forward with a muffled mewl, making George groan thickly.
“Have you ever tasted him back here, Georgie?” Fred asked with a smirk, making George look up from where he’d been watching Harry suckle. “Can’t say I have yet, Fred, it’s really more your preference. Harry and I haven’t done much switching yet, and I’m not a fan of topping.”
“Excellent. You just relax Harrykins, I’ll take good care of you.” With that, Fred latched his mouth onto Harry’s hole and licked, prodding at the tight furl and groaning. Harry moaned around the head of George’s cock and trembled. Fred’s tongue felt like it was everywhere, prodding and seeking places only Harry had really ever touched before.
It didn’t take long before it felt like Harry’s brain was dripping out of his head, he was so lost. George was murmuring encouragements, his hands constantly running through Harry’s messy hair and pulling gently, guiding him in a rhythm he wouldn’t have been able to keep on his own. Fred was making a mess of Harry’s hole, spit covered and drenched, he used his thumbs to stretch it slightly for his tongue to prod delicately inside the hot space.
Sitting back a bit to admire his work, Fred knew they were all getting close. With a look and a nod up ad George, Fred wandlessly summoned the lube they’d conjured earlier. He poured a thin stream of it down Harry’s crack, the cold making Harry flinch a touch, his mouth full as he mindlessly nuzzled into George’s lap.
Fred waited while George repositioned Harry minutely, finally allowing Harry to get some depth as George allowed him more than the weeping head of his cock to suck. Tracing his thumb through the lube, Fred rubbed small tight circles on Harry’s hole until it gave a bit, allowing him to slip it deep into Harry’s heat. Using his other hand, Fred guided Harry’s legs closed and used the spilt lube to coat Harry’s thighs, wiping the excess on both of their cocks, before sliding into the tight space between Harry’s legs.
“Keep your legs closed tight Harry, I’m going to fuck these pretty quidditch thighs. Like riding a broom, love.” With that, Fred did just as he said, fucking forward smoothly, and using the momentum to push Harry’s mouth deeper onto George’s cock.
The waving motion and slick slapping sounds took over their minds. Harry shifted back onto the thumb buried deep inside him as Fred angled it to just skate the edge of his prostate on every other press. Harry moaned loudly around George’s dick as Fred wrapped his hand around Harry’s cock, stroking him quickly as he approached his own release.
George came suddenly, the moan around him too much, and he pulled Harry quickly off so he wouldn’t choke him on his spend, most of it releasing onto the bed below and Harry’s cheek. With a sudden cry Harry clenched down, his own release and sudden tightening forcing Fred’s to follow and unload, making a mess of Harry’s thighs.
As Harry toppled forward, he started to laugh breathlessly. Fred followed him down, plopping on the other side of where Harry had landed next to George, all of them catching their breath.
“What was so funny there, love?” George asked after a moment.
“Yea, sweetheart. What tickled your pickle?” Fred tacked on, his eyes closed as he smirked.
“Nothing much,” Harry started, looking back and forth between the twins. “I just noticed that the cock ring is gone, but I don’t know when it happened.”
Sitting up, George searched the bed, finding the ring down by the end of the bed. “Must have gotten stroked off when Fred was handling you, eh?” Harry shrugged, not too worried about it, but curious.
“Nah, mate.” Fred added, still smirking with his eyes closed. “That came off right after I flipped you to your hands and knees. You were both a little distracted though, so I figured I’d mention it later.”
Harry grabbed a pillow and smashed it into Fred’s face, making both twins crack up with laughter.
“I’m not sure it was the most effective test, since two out of the three of us weren’t aware it was over,” Harry said after a minute, taking the ring from George and smirking. “Maybe it needs a few more rounds of tests, just to make sure it works in every situation.”
George barked a laugh, and Fred sighed out, “The things we do to make sure our customer’s are fully satisfied. Such a hardship.” He was expecting it the next time he was hit with the pillow.