Obsequious

Harry felt a sense of déjà vu as he once again found himself standing in the Room of Requirement with Ron in his arms, giving in to his need for comfort, with two sets of eyes watching them. Though there were a few differences. For one, Ron had not said ‘I don’t want to’ which made Harry feel a lot better. And another, Dean seemed slightly more in control this time. When he had entered the room he had gone straight to Ron, pushing him against the wall and said in a low voice ‘I hope you’re ready.’

And Harry had to describe the whole thing as…aggressive. He had almost expected Ron to speak up. To say no. But surprisingly, he’d simply let it happen. In fact, Harry noticed the slight dazed look in his eye. The one he got when he slipped into that place. The place where he would let Harry (or these days, whoever his partner was) take total control. But that had gone away when Dean had returned to Seamus. Because no matter what happened between the four of them, they were still two sets. Harry and Ron. Dean and Seamus. And taking a moment with each other for reassurance beforehand was always comforting.

Harry stroked the back of Ron’s hair, but he was eyeing Dean and Seamus. They were whispering to each other, almost in an intense sort of way. Seamus raised a hand to the side of Dean’s face, and then smiled as he spoke, stroking Dean’s cheek with his thumb, before his eyes flicked over to Harry.

Harry felt like something was different with them. Not anything bad, but it appeared as though something in their relationship had changed since the last time. Although, as Seamus had plainly stated before, ‘they both switch.’ Harry couldn’t imagine that sort of thing. Not for him and Ron. They had their places and knew them well.

Harry gave Ron a final squeeze and kissed the top of his head, then turned him around so he was facing Dean and Seamus, but kept a hold of his waist.

“Ready?” He murmured into Ron’s ear, slipping his hands under his shirt and trailing his fingertips up his sides. Ron shivered, then nodded silently.

Dean and Seamus smiled at them as they walked over confidently. Dean nudged Seamus and whispered something else to him, and Seamus laughed gently. Harry ignored it. It was only when Dean had taken Ron out of his hands that Harry allowed himself one brief moment of jealousy, but it passed fairly quickly when he was, once again, holding someone new.

As he allowed Seamus to start unbuttoning his shirt, he watched in interest as Dean guided Ron back against the wall opposite of where he and Seamus were, so that this time, they were across from each other instead of next to each other.

He felt a tugging at the waist of his pants and he brought his attention back to Seamus, who appeared amused.

“You can watch them,” he whispered, sliding Harry’s shirt down off his arms, “I don’t mind.” He dipped his head down and kissed Harry’s shoulder. “You know he wants you to, anyway.” He made his way to Harry’s neck.

“He does?” Harry couldn’t help asking in a low voice, but though his mind was on Ron, his body still reacted to the sensations, and his breathing grew heavy.

“Of course he does,” Seamus murmured against his skin, “You should have felt the way he was shaking when you looked at him last time.” Seamus finally made his way to Harry’s lips and then began to pull back, but Harry immediately grasped the back of his head and pushed him forward. Something about what Seamus had said had lit a fire inside him, and as they deepened their kiss, Harry opened his eyes, looking past Seamus, and at Ron and Dean.

Dean had Ron pushed against the wall, pinning his arms firmly. He had a leg between Ron’s and was pushing his thigh hard against his groin. What was surprising Harry, though, was that Dean had his mouth close to Ron’s ear, and was whispering to him with a mischievous and smug look on his face. And whatever he was saying seemed to be deeply affecting Ron. His eyes were closed and he was slowly nodding, his face read and his hips slowly rocking, rutting himself against Dean’s thigh.

Harry had barely noticed that Seamus’s hand was down his pants until his partner pulled away from his mouth and was chuckling.

“I knew it,” he whispered.

“What?” Harry asked with a groan, pushing himself into Seamus’s hand.

“You like watching him get ravished by someone else, don’t you?”

Harry paused, then shook his head and growled quietly, “Shut up or do something better with your mouth.”

Seamus slowed down the movements of his hand, and looked at Harry, as if to determine if Harry was actually angry or just playing the game. Harry gave him a small smirk and Seamus smiled as he withdrew his hand and lowered to his knees.

“You know I’m right,” he said teasingly.

“Shut up,” Harry groaned as he felt his pants being lowered on his hips.

“Gladly,” Seamus replied emphatically, sliding his lips over the head of Harry’s hardened cock.

Harry let out a shuddering sigh, staring straight across the room at Ron, who was now looking back at him as he slipped out of his shirt. Harry spotted a light bruise, a healing bite mark, on his collar bone. A mark he had left on him not too long ago. Ron shared a small smile with him, just before attaching his mouth onto Dean’s, and beginning to unbutton his shirt.

Harry blinked, startled. He felt like…Ron was teasing him.

“Fuck,” Harry groaned, his head resting back as he closed his eyes. Between Seamus’s motions on his throbbing member and Ron’s teasing, he felt somewhat overwhelmed and out of control, which he did not like.

Seamus seemed to sense his frustration and he slowly raised, planting a trail of kisses up Harry’s stomach and chest, and when he reached his mouth he simply grabbed tugged Harry’s pants back up, grabbed him by the waist and said,

“Just come with me.”

Harry was too curious to argue, and let go of his need for control for only a few moments to allow Seamus to guide him across the room, right to the ominous maroon couch that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere, and pushed him into it, sliding easily into his lap and straddling him. Harry relaxed again, and Seamus lowered his head back to Harry’s neck.

“Go ahead and watch,” he whispered.

Harry glanced over, where he nearly lost his mind at the sight of Ron on his knees in front of Dean, Dean’s hand on his chin as he pulled Ron forward, sliding his cock into his mouth. Harry’s heart rate increased as he heard the recognizable sounds of Ron’s pleased whines as Dean gripped his hair and murmured words of praise.

And he realized Seamus was right for the second time. He did like watching. It was bizarre and even a little bit fucked up, but it was intoxicating to watch Ron be with someone else. And the more Ron’s eyes flicked over to him with that teasing twinkle, he could only assume Ron felt the same way.

However, there was still that tiny piece of him that wanted to walk right over, push him down, and show him exactly who he belonged to.

But maybe there was a way to do that with all involved. Dean and Seamus seemed fairly adventurous anyway.

Harry turned his head back, and Seamus was already looking at him like he was reading Harry’s mind, his eyes gleaming. Harry smirked as Seamus slid off his lap, he kept his hands on Harry’s thighs as he bent low and asked quietly,

“You think he’ll do it?”

Harry let out a breathy chuckle. “Only one way to find out.”

Seamus grinned and snagged one more kiss from Harry and making his way over to Ron. When he placed a hand on Dean’s shoulder, Dean simply turned his head and grabbed the back of Seamus’s neck, pulling him into a deep, forceful kiss. Harry suddenly got a nagging feeling that they had planned this.

Seamus pulled out of the kiss and looked down at Ron, murmuring at him to get up, which he did immediately. Seamus chuckled as he grabbed Ron’s waist and brought a hand to his face, his thumb gently wiped a stray drip of saliva off his cheek.

“You want me, too?” He asked, making Ron blush. “I knew it.” He looked over his shoulder at Harry, who nodded. “See, Ron, the thing is…” he moved backwards, pulling Ron with him, “We couldn’t decide who wanted you more.” Once he was at the side of the couch, he flipped Ron around and pushed him over the side of it. “So we’re going to share.”

At those words Harry gripped at Ron’s hair and brought their lips together. “Is that okay?” He asked, breathing heavily through their kissing and lip biting. He felt Ron nod.

“Ah ah,” Dean said in a teasing voice, standing behind Ron and sliding his hands along the waist of his jeans, “Use your words.” He tugged at the back of them.

Ron parted from Harry, looking very pink. They stared at each other, Ron seeking permission, his eyes glazed with lust at the idea.

“Go ahead, love,” Harry said tauntingly, “You do want all of us, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Ron finally whispered.

Harry raised his hips to slide his pants and boxers down, at the same time Dean had began to tug Ron’s down. Seamus was sitting on the empty arm of the other side of the couch, simply watching. Harry briefly wondered how many times he and Dean had discussed this since the last time the four of them had been together. But then all thoughts left completely when Ron’s mouth slid down on his cock. He sighed as groaned at the same time, running his hands through Ron’s soft, red hair.

“Now that’s what you wanted, isn’t it?” Dean chuckled, sliding his entire length into Ron with one rough thrust, gripping his hips so tightly his knuckles were lightening. Harry wasn’t exactly sure who he was asking, as the answer for both him and Ron would be the same: yes.

With each one of Dean’s thrusts, Harry had to focus greatly on not letting go, but the tip of his cock continued to slide down the back of Ron’s throat, which he took easily. Ron had always been talented at anything oral.

Seamus slid down from the arm of the couch and knelt next to Harry on the cushion, Harry turned and allowed himself to be pulled into a forceful kiss. Both heated, their lips, tongues, and teeth clashed and bit with need.

“Your boy is very obedient, isn’t he?” Seamus whispered heavily, barely pulling away to speak.

“I trained him well,” Harry replied, biting Seamus’s lip sharply.

Seamus gasped but then chuckled, pulling away. “It shows.” He looked over at Dean, who was watching them intently but keeping his rhythm steady, sweat trickling down his forehead.

“You’d get bored with obedient,” Dean commented, panting.

Seamus shook his head, almost in exasperation, and then dropped to the floor on his knees, and kissed the back of Ron’s neck. Ron stopped his motions on Harry’s cock and turned his head to meet Seamus’s lips. Harry was almost grateful for the break, taking several deep breaths, watching the two kiss passionately, hovering above his erection.

It was so strangely, bizarrely, extraordinarily, hot.

“Bloody hell,” Harry murmured, taking another breath and letting his head fall back onto the couch for exactly one second before he felt two pairs of lips on his cock, and his head popped right back up, looking down as he watched Ron and Seamus kissing and licking at him from either side, both working their way to the top, their tongues occasionally touching.

“Okay,” Dean grunted, sounding frustrated, “Get over here.” He increased his rhythm and Harry felt Ron’s fingers dig into his thighs, where he was propping his hands. He moaned loudly, his breath hot against Harry’s leg.

Seamus stood, giving Harry a conspiratorial look. Harry couldn’t help smirking back, but then gave way to tending to Ron, who was gripping his legs even tighter. Harry ran his hand over Ron’s back, listening to Dean swear loudly, which was quickly muffled by Seamus, who had gone to his side, slinking one arm around his boyfriends waist, pulling him into an embrace as he stepped away from Ron, who exhaled a slight breath of relief.

Harry did not give him much time to recuperate, and pulled him around to the front of the couch and into his lap.

“I missed you,” Harry breathed into his ear, grabbing his own cock and angling it to an all to familiar orifice, “You miss me?”

“Yes,” Ron whimpered in reply, lowering down on Harry’s erection easily. He gripped one of Harry’s shoulders and placed his other hand on his chest, beginning to ride and rock slowly. “I love you,” he whispered breathlessly, a small whine cutting through his statement.

“Mm,” Harry murmured, “I love you too, sweet boy.” He rested his hands on Ron’s waist and for a few moments they were blissfully lost in each other. In the familiar.

The couch sank next to them as Dean was pushed down into it, attached to Seamus’s lips and hands. Though they soon fell quiet, simply watching Harry and Ron in interest.

Ron’s fingers suddenly dug into Harry’s chest and his breathing grew hot and heavy. Harry gripped his waist in response, encouraging him to go faster. He knew the signs of Ron getting close. Then Harry glanced next to him, eyeing Seamus, who smirked. Harry knew exactly what he was thinking.

“You can’t cum yet,” he whispered, prompting an impatient whine from Ron, “I know, love, but…you’re not done yet.”

Seamus stood just as Harry turned on the couch, gently pushing Ron back into Dean, who had angled himself to be able to allow Ron to lean back against him. Expectantly, Ron glanced over at Seamus, but he knelt on the floor next to Ron’s head and shook his head.

“Well he’s not done with you is he?” he said softly, tilting his head down to give Ron a gentle kiss.

But watching Ron leaning against Dean, with Seamus kissing him, all while he was being ruthlessly ravaged by him, Harry could barely last another moment before releasing, holding down hard on Ron’s already bruised hips.

“That’s a good job, love,” Seamus said softly as Ron shuddered at the feeling of being filled for a second time, he kissed Ron on the cheek and stood to trade places with Harry.

“You can take one more, yeah?” Harry murmured as he knelt next to his lover, runing a hand up and down his arm.

“Oh he can take it,” Seamus remarked, patting Ron’s thighs, “You aren’t as sweet as you pretend to be, are you? You’re a dirty little cock slut and you just want to be used.”

Ron smiled mischievously at this, and bit his lip as he stared at Seamus in anticipation. His skin was flush all over, and he was trembling. Behind him, Dean had one arm wrapped around his chest, and another was running up and down Ron’s other arm. Harry pressed a kiss against Ron’s mouth just as Seamus thrusted into him, and Ron pulled away and gave a short cry, one that sounded closer to pain than pleasure, and Seamus immediately stopped, all pretenses of the game came to a halt.

“You need to stop, love?” Harry asked seriously, smoothing Ron’s hair back and kissing his forehead, which was fiery hot, and moist.

“No,” Ron replied quietly, his body still trembling, "Keep going."

“You sure?” Seamus asked with a small tilt of his head, his thumbs rubbing circles into Ron’s hips

“I’m fine,” Ron said, closing his eyes and raising his hips impatiently, "Keep going."

“Good boy,” Seamus cooed, and wasted no time in continuing his thrusting.

Harry smiled and shook his head. He kissed Ron again. “You’re doing good, love,” he whispered, basking in Ron’s whimpers and moans, “You take it so well.”

“He really does,” Dean murmured, seeming entranced as he watched Seamus pounding into the red head beneath them all, “Why do you think I got so jealous?” He slid his hand up Ron’s chest and rested it against his throat, Ron’s eyes fluttered closed and he took a deep, shuddering breath just before Dean squeezed the sides of his neck gently, “Then again, we both like sweet boys. They’re so fun to destroy.”

Ron groaned quietly at these words, one of his hands reaching desperately for his leaking cock.

“Oh I think you can cum without touching yourself,” Harry remarked, pulling his hand away. He heard Seamus laugh through his panting.

“I think so, too,” he remarked, “Go on, love, you can cum for us, can’t you?”

Dean bent down and kissed the top of Ron’s head, just as he released his grip on Ron’s throat, it seemed as though Seamus and Ron had released together, Seamus gripping Ron’s hips forcefully, as pearly white fluid streamed onto his chest and stomach.

“Holy shit,” Ron breathed heavily, laying an arm across his face.

Harry moved his arm to kiss him, just as Dean bent to kiss the top of his head again, and Seamus lowered to kiss him on the chest, sliding out carefully.

“You okay?”

The three of them asked this simultaneously, which made everyone chuckle softly, and Harry’s heart swelled. He loved that they cared enough to ask.

Though, Ron did not answer after laughing, he covered his face with his arm again and just continued to breathe heavily. Harry grabbed his free hand and squeezed it, worried. Maybe they had gone too far. From the corner of his eye he saw Dean and Seamus share a similarly worried glance. But Ron uncovered his face.

“I’m fine,” he said, his voice quivering slightly, “Just overwhelmed.” He chuckled, sinking back into Dean.

They all sighed in relief and Seamus rose from the couch so Harry could take his place, and Ron immediately sat up and fell into his arms. It felt good to hold him again, even if his entire body was trembling, and a tad bit sticky. Harry held him close, stroking his back gently, helping him come down. He heard Dean and Seamus talking quietly and murmuring cleaning spells on their clothes and each other.

“Here,” Seamus said after a few moments, draping Ron’s cloak over his bare back, “You’re probably cold now.”

After he did this he hesitated. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

Ron lifted his head from Harry’s shoulder and grinned. “You’re not that good,” he joked, “I think I’ll be alright.”

Harry chuckled at Ron’s daring. Seamus leaned down and grasped Ron by the chin, then kissed him. Harry’s skin prickled with possessiveness. Then again, if Ron was going to be kissing someone else, Harry would rather it be Dean or Seamus, at least they cared about him. He watched as Ron instinctively brought a hand to Seamus’s face, moving into the kiss, which was much gentler that the aggressive way they had earlier.

“Oh, cut it out,” Dean remarked as he walked by, “I don’t have enough energy for a jealousy shag.” He thumped Seamus on the back of the head.

Seamus pulled away with an over exaggerated sigh. “Fine,” he said, “Aw,” he cooed, seeing the expression on Ron’s face, “Don’t pout, that’s not fair.” He looked over at Dean, who looked annoyed, “Okay! Okay.”

Harry laughed, their dynamic was nothing like his and Ron’s, and he found it rather amusing. Refreshing. Humorous. He had to admit to himself just how much he really enjoyed being with them.

“So, er,” Seamus said as Dean tugged him toward the door, “We’ll see you around!” They both fell silent as they left, looking in each direction before disappearing down the corridor.

When the door shut behind them, Harry and Ron fell back into eachother with contended sighs.

“You’re really okay?” Harry murmured, nuzzling Ron’s neck.

“Sore,” Ron admitted, burying his face into Harry’s shoulder, “I’m okay, though. I promise. I...had fun.”

“I saw,” Harry replied, “It was so hot…just seeing you take it like that.”

“Mm,” Ron murmured, shuddering slightly as he thought about it, then sighed, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”