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Fic: Indecent Proposal, R/S/H/D, NC-17 x 4
I know it looks like all I'm doing is writing fic. I swear it's not true.

But um.

More fic.

Title: Indecent Proposal
Author: foreword
Disclaimer: Pretty much this is not something JK Rowling would write. But I borrowed her characters for illicit purposes.
Warnings: mild bondage, orgasm denial, some voyeurism
Pairing: R/S/H/D
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Pretty much PWP, basically.
A/N: Thank you, cloudsurfing. ♥ :)


Harry knocked on the door, swallowing nervously and ignoring the impatient noises that meant Draco was shifting in place behind him. After a pause, he glanced over his shoulder to find the other boy staring in the opposite direction, feigning boredom. Unfortunately for Draco, he had a tendency to scowl in a very distracted manner when he was nervous. It was a distinctive scowl that Harry had come to recognise.

“We don’t have to do this.”

The door opened behind them before Draco had a chance to respond and Harry turned back around, coming face to face with Remus.

“Oh … hi.”

He knew he was bright red. He’d never been able to get the goddamned blushing under control. Remus didn’t seem to notice, however, instead smiling indulgently back at him.

“Hello Harry,” his gaze left Harry briefly, flickering to Draco before settling on him again, a faint line of worry now creasing his brow as Sirius came up behind him.

“… Did you say Harry?”

Harry swallowed, shifting uncomfortably in front of them and terrified of looking back at Draco as Sirius noticed the other boy’s presence. Whenever Sirius was around Draco, his posture changed noticeably, and he tended to frown more.

“Is there anything we can do for you, Harry?”

That was Remus’s concerned tone and Harry tore his gaze away from Sirius, finding himself face to face with his former professor’s worried expression once again.

“I, uh … yeah, can we come in?”

He blushed harder as he imagined what he was about to propose to the two men in front of him and tried desperately not to listen for sounds of hesitation behind him. Just what the fuck was he doing?

But now Remus was smiling warmly and stepping aside, leading the way into their quarters as Sirius lingered by the door, watching Draco suspiciously.

He was always so quiet around Draco.

Harry hesitated only a moment before following Remus, resisting the urge to look over his shoulder as he swallowed down his doubt about Draco following him. Draco’s own curiosity and possessiveness would lead him to follow Harry. Or so he hoped.
Remus was making tea. Harry bit his lip to keep from smiling as he took an awkward seat on the sofa, Draco sprawling confidently out next to him as Sirius watched from across the room.

“So, Harry.”

Harry tore his gaze away from his godfather to find that Remus was handing him a mug of tea. Harry murmured his thanks and blushed again as Remus pulled up a chair, ignoring Sirius and Draco completely.

“Is something the matter?”

Harry shifted in his seat, shaking his head and trying to work out exactly what he was going to say. This wasn’t exactly conversation one generally had with tea, after all. He set his mug down.

“No, nothing’s wrong. Only …”

He hazarded a glance at Draco, who was ignoring him in favour of studying Sirius, who was watching him with equal fascination. This made him uncomfortable in ways he hadn’t expected and he shifted again, swallowing before turning his attention back to Remus, who was watching the pair with a faint note of worry in his brow.

“… Never mind, this was stupid.”

He was standing up and tugging on Draco’s hand before he’d really finished talking and he was going to go up to his room and have a good wank and afterwards, he would wallow in mortification for the rest of his adult life but he couldn’t very well sit here and tell his former professor that he wanted to have a small orgy with him and his godfather. Who did that, anyway? This was so wrong. This was all so wrong.

But then he felt the touch. A firm, comforting hand on his arm and Harry was sitting on the sofa again before a distracted Draco even had a chance to stand up.

Had his eyes always been so intense? Harry wasn’t sure but now he was fairly certain that he wouldn’t be able to notice anything else for quite some time.

“What is it?”

Harry wasn’t sure whether it was his tone of voice, or the expression on his face, or the noticeable silence to his right, but something told him that Remus knew exactly what it was.

“I um … well, we … We were just um…”

Harry glanced at Draco again, and was surprised to find cool grey eyes watching him. He swallowed hard, finding it difficult, if not impossible, to look away.

“Thought you might want to um …”

Draco raised an eyebrow and licked his lips and like that, Harry lost the connection between his brain and his mouth.

“… join us.”

There was silence and Harry wanted to die and the only thing keeping him sane was Draco in front of him, meeting his eyes, his fingertips brushing Harry’s inner thigh and this couldn’t be happening but it was and if nothing else, Draco would fuck him stupid when they left.

There was another touch on Harry’s arm but it wasn’t the same as the last. Rough and firm and demanding and Harry tore his focus away from Draco to find Sirius looking down at him intensely and so close and Harry swallowed. He suddenly knew how people could have believed him to be a mass-murderer.

“What did you just say?”

Harry swallowed. Sirius seemed almost angry, and out of every response that had crossed his mind, this prospect had never really occurred to him. He opened his mouth to reply but Draco beat him to the chase, sitting up straight and somehow managing to situate himself between the two while still remaining next to Harry.

“We’re making you two an offer you can’t refuse. Assuming, of course, you can still get it up.”

Draco’s eyes travelled over Sirius briefly before flickering back to his face. Sirius quivered and opened his mouth, but paused as Remus stood, making eye contact with the other man before the two of them turned and abruptly left the room.

Harry wasn’t sure where in his anatomy his heart had gotten to, but he was reasonably sure it was somewhere in his shoes, or possibly had abandoned him altogether, along with his brain. Somewhere in the haze, it occurred to him that Draco was stroking his cock through his trousers and kissing his neck, totally unphased by what had just happened.

“We should go.”

Draco sighed briefly but didn’t interrupt his ministrations, moving his mouth to Harry’s ear. “Take off your trousers.”

Harry closed his eyes and shook his head, his thoughts becoming fuzzier by the moment.
“Let’s go.”

“No. Take off your trousers.”

Harry squirmed slightly as Draco stroked him harder, biting softly on his ear.

“I …”

Draco laughed softly against his ear as he slid his palm across Harry’s erection, pausing to unfasten his trousers. Harry tried to protest again. He knew there was a reason he should, but at the moment it seemed an awfully stupid thing to do, so he resigned himself to a soft moan. He felt the material sliding off of his hips and he would have been cold but then Draco was sliding off of the couch, onto his knees in front of Harry and there was only a moment’s opportunity for Harry to prepare himself before Draco swallowed his cock.

Harry didn’t know where he was, but at the moment all that mattered was that Draco never took that hot, wet, perfect mouth away.

Harry would have opened his eyes at the sound, but he wasn’t sure he had heard it anyway, and he was rather pleasantly involved with focusing on Draco’s attentions at the moment.

But then there was cold air and a hand replacing that perfect mouth and Harry opened his eyes to find Remus and Sirius watching them, frozen at the entrance to the room.

Harry flushed bright red and moved to cover himself and stand up at the same time but Draco glared at him, pushing him back down and preventing Harry from tumbling forward, taking hold of Harry’s cock again without hesitation before looking back at the other two.

“Well?”

Harry was fairly sure that he would welcome death with open arms at this precise moment.

Sirius and Remus exchanged another look before Remus took a hesitant step forward, not tearing his eyes away from Harry and Draco. There was a note of hunger in his expression that was entirely unfamiliar to Harry.

“We thought a bedroom might be slightly more appropriate than our sofa, actually.”

Draco smirked and Harry swallowed hard, daring to glance at Sirius and flushing as his godfather licked his lips, his gaze flickering to Harry’s cock. And then Draco was standing and pulling Harry up and Harry stepped unceremoniously out of his shoes and trousers as a second set of hands began tugging at the buttons of his shirt. Harry hadn’t even noticed him crossing the room, but now he was close enough to feel. In a moment of exasperation, Sirius ripped the fabric, tugging the shirt off of Harry before pulling his godson against him and kissing him hard. His face felt like sandpaper against Harry’s skin and he knew his mouth would be raw from this, but he was glad as Sirius pressed against him, a moan escaping into his godfather’s mouth at the contact.

He wasn’t sure how it was that he was now on his back in Remus and Sirius’ bed, his hands bound unceremoniously behind him, because he didn’t remember walking there. It was entirely possible that he hadn’t. Harry was far too precariously balanced on the verge of orgasm to know much of anything at this point. He felt the bed shift underneath him and Remus – a very much naked Remus -- was leaning over him, brushing his hair from his forehead and delicately plucking his glasses from his face, banishing them neatly to the top of a dresser as another warm body settled in next to Harry and a mouth found his ear.

“Is this what you wanted, Potter?”

Harry swallowed hard, his eyes closing as Draco’s fingers drifted over the skin of his torso, stopping so agonizingly close to his cock and oh, this wasn’t fair. The bed sunk again and Draco made an involuntary noise as Remus leaned across Harry, tilting Draco’s face up to kiss him and climbing across Harry to turn his attentions to Draco as Sirius took his place, settling himself behind Harry and pulling the boy up against him. And now Sirius was spooning him, Harry’s hands brushing helplessly against his lower abdomen as Harry watched Remus and Draco, his godfather’s fingers brushing against Harry everywhere except where Harry most wanted – needed – to be touched, his mouth hot on Harry’s neck, his teeth sneaking in bites, eliciting an entire range of sounds from Harry as they watched their partners on the bed next to them.

Draco’s cock was down Remus’s throat and Harry moaned, practically tasting Draco as he watched, Sirius’s breath now hot against his ear and almost as erratic as his own, stubble brushing the skin of his neck in a reminder that Sirius was not the sort who bothered shaving every morning.

“What do you want, Harry?”

Harry shivered, his eyes shutting involuntarily at Sirius’s murmur and his fingertips were still lazily circling over Harry’s skin, never reaching his throbbing erection. He swallowed hard before he attempted to answer, finally tilting his head toward Sirius because he couldn’t watch the scene in front of him and feel Sirius behind him and not come right then.

“Touch me … please.”

Sirius groaned and kissed him then, shifting his hips against Harry, his erection pressing insistently against Harry’s arse as a hand drifted down his stomach, taking hold of his cock. But just as Harry was moaning his relief into Sirius’s mouth, there was a sound of disapproval from his other side and then Sirius’ hand was ushered away and Remus was muttering a spell. Harry broke the kiss, twisting back around to see Remus smiling, licking his lips before leaning in to kiss Harry as well, a momentarily spent Draco sprawled out on the bed behind him. It was Draco he tasted now, and as Remus pulled away, Harry ran his tongue over his bottom lip, swallowing hard and attempting to bite back a moan as Draco lazily looked up at him, flushed and glowing. Remus leaned across Harry, kissing Sirius thoroughly and bringing his hips up hard against Harry as his own arousal was forced up against Harry’s.

And oh, Harry should have come right then, would have come right then, because this was so fucking hot, all of this, but he didn’t, his cock still agonizingly hard and this was so fucking unfair. He moaned, shifting his hips more insistently against Remus’s and then Remus was pulling his mouth away from Sirius’s, to Harry’s ear, laughing softly and shifting against Harry.

“We couldn’t have you coming too soon.”

Harry whined, suddenly realising the purpose of the spell he’d heard Remus mutter.

“Please.”

And then there was the warm, wonderful, familiar feeling of Draco’s mouth and Harry thought he’d died. Sirius ran a hand down Harry’s side, trying to control his trembling as Remus pulled away, stroking himself slowly as he watched Draco move on Harry’s cock. There was white blonde and everything else was blurry and Harry wasn’t sure he’d be able to see, ever again, and then Sirius was slipping a moist finger between them, caressing the line of Harry’s arse. Harry swallowed hard, trying to focus on Draco’s touch, on Draco’s mouth, trying to make sense of the blur that was both his vision and his sensory perception.

And that was when Remus moved behind Draco. Draco made a brief, strangled noise somewhere between a moan and a whimper around his mouthful of cock, and then Sirius’s finger breached Harry’s entrance. Harry tensed instinctively, but something told him it would be a good idea to relax. Sirius’s other hand was brushing across the skin of his hip to tangle in Draco’s hair, forcing him to take Harry’s cock deeper as Remus began fucking him. Harry’s eyes fluttered shut at this and he knew he was making noise, but he could hardly help it and if they didn’t release the spell soon he was going to explode, or die. This was the only moment of clarity his brain could afford at the moment, but Harry trusted its logic.

Sirius slid another finger into Harry and he made another noise, opening his eyes to see Remus fucking Draco sucking him and Sirius’s mouth was at his ear again, his neck now raw from his godfather’s stubble.

“All right, Harry?”

His voice had a definite note of laughter in it, and Harry could not for the life of him understand what was so funny about his current predicament. He didn’t have much time to reflect on this however – he had only started enjoying the feeling of Sirius’s fingers in him, was just starting to push back against them as much as he could without moving away from Draco’s perfect mouth – and then Sirius’s knowledgeable fingers were gone. Harry whined, biting down hard on his lip to try to keep from making noise. There was soft laughter against his ear and then the head of Sirius’s cock was nudging at his entrance.

Sirius released his hold on Draco’s hair, placing a steadying hand on Harry’s hip as he pushed into him, his mouth at Harry’s ear. The laughter was gone, replaced by the occasional soft word that Harry didn’t understand. Draco’s perfect mouth wasn’t as perfect now – Remus was fucking him harder and Harry could feel it, like he was being fucked by Remus and Sirius at once.

Sirius moaned as if he could understand Harry’s thoughts and he sped up his movements, thrusting harder into Harry as Harry was helplessly rocked between Sirius’s thrusts and Draco’s attempts at swallowing his cock. His hands were starting to lose feeling, something the rest of his body was intent on making up for as every touch, every sound, every breath seemed to stroke the rest of his skin, ghosting over the surface and making Harry tremble.

Remus’s flushed, slim form swam into view as Harry forced his eyes open. He hadn’t realised he’d closed them, but now as he watched Remus fucking Draco, he wished he hadn’t. Sirius’s panting at his ear made his eyes flutter shut again, however, and he moaned, his prick aching now from the denial. He forced them open again, only to see Remus wave his wand, muttering another two words before his fingers seemed to drop the wand of their own accord, and that was the last thing Harry saw.