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“We felt it was high time for you to receive some tangible returns on your generous investment,” Fred announced with no small amount of ceremony.
Harry’s eyes flicked back and forth between his two boyfriends, not missing the foreboding, little smirks on their lips, before settling on the chest presented to him. It wasn’t too large, roughly the size of two or three shoe boxes glued together, and made from dark, polished wood with burnished brass fittings. Harry was at a complete loss as to what it could possibly contain.
“Only open this when you’re back in the dorms, preferably once you’re alone in your bed and with the curtains drawn,” George quickly added, the warning not at all alarming when it came from these two menaces.
Sounded like a disaster just waiting to unfold.
Harry was admittedly a bit excited at the prospect, but that was neither here nor there.
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The Sorting and the welcoming feast seemed to go on forever and Harry was glad when they were finally led to their new dormitories. As the regular dorms were assigned to the current first to seventh year students, the school had opened a formerly closed wing and rearranged the unused guest suites. They now had one common room for their entire year connected to four boys’ dorms and four girls’ dorms. Everybody roomed with the people they were used to but shared one common room between all four Houses. Harry felt it was overall a decent solution and would hopefully help preventing any overblown House pride from rearing its ugly head again.
When Harry sat on his bed that night, the curtains already drawn as instructed, he was ready to open the mysterious box at last. He also had a Silencing Charm in place, just in case, because you never knew with those two. He certainly wouldn’t be surprised if he got a load of fireworks in his face the moment he opened this thing.
“Well, let’s see what those two menaces have gifted me,” he murmured as he ran his hand along the edges of the polished wood.
He flipped up the two locks and lifted the lid, then stared in disbelief at the contents revealed to him. It wasn’t fireworks, that much was clear, definitely not fireworks. Several items were inside, the most inconspicuous one being a mirror, most likely a two-way mirror that he could use to talk to them. The rest of the items though…inconspicuous was about the last thing that came to mind when looking at them.
There were six items in total, not counting the mirror, each stored in its own little compartment. Three of them were very obviously fucking dildos, the shape of each of them more than a little familiar to Harry. There was one in black and green colouring that was without a doubt fashioned after Harry’s own dick. The two in orange and blue were identical in shape and unmistakably fashioned after Fred and George’s dicks.
Harry had wondered why they had insisted on taking an imprint of his hard cock during the summer. At the time he had just shrugged and indulged them, trusting them to do something not overly unreasonable with it. He’d honestly thought they’d just wanted to make a replica dildo for their own use, for the time they’d have to be apart during the school year.
He’d obviously been right about that, he just hadn’t expected to receive a full set of all three of them for himself. While the other two dildos were identical in shape and size, like the originals, the colours were not. One had more blue and less orange, the other was the exact opposite. Carefully, he picked up the blue one to get a feel for these replicas. They had some heft to them and were overall pretty firm but still somewhat squishy, it honestly felt surprisingly close to the real thing, disregarding the colouring of course.
Fred and George’s cocks had looked massive the moment he’d first laid eyes on them, had felt massive when he’d taken them for the first time, and these two replicas were no different. They perfectly matched the originals’ absurd nine and a half inches in length while having the same mouth-watering thickness. Or more specifically, Harry wasn’t quite able to close his fist around them whenever he had one of them in his hand, which he found was just as true for the dildo he was holding now.
His own cock wasn’t quite as ridiculously large as theirs, as the black and green dildo reflected fairly accurately, although they both had no more than two inches on him these days. At least in that area Harry had continued to grow quite a bit over the years, which he knew was especially appreciated by George given how often he liked to ride Harry and sink down to the root on his by now more than respectable length. Even if he wasn’t exactly sure what to make of his body’s decision to put all of its growth into that single part only.
There was probably more to these dildos, though, otherwise he wouldn’t have needed two, both clearly matched to Fred and George respectively if the different colouring was any indication. He’d have to talk to them about it, Harry thought as he placed the fake cock back into its compartment.
The remaining objects were three cylindrical tubes in the same colouring already seen with the dildos. Harry knew what these things were. Fred and George had talked about that kind of stuff often enough, so Harry was aware that these tubes had squishy sleeves in them and were supposed to get you off by sticking your dick inside. Thankfully, these came in a generic shape and his exuberant boyfriends hadn’t also insisted on taking an imprint of Harry’s bum. Even though he would’ve probably indulged them after some token protests. And then the whole affair would’ve no doubt devolved into sex without further ado. He knew all too well how these kinds of things tended to play out between the three of them.
A soft humming sound pulled Harry out of his thoughts then. The mirror was demanding his attention. Harry wasn’t too surprised that there’d been a Monitoring Charm on the box to inform his boyfriends once he’d opened it. He took the mirror out and tapped it once with his wand. A second later Harry’s mirror image switched to an image of Fred and George looking very pleased with themselves.
“You two are nuts,” Harry said in lieu of a greeting.
“You flatter us,” George said before Fred continued, “Well, we obviously had to come up with a solution after our boyfriend so foolishly decided to finish school.”
“Callously leaving us behind,” George added mournfully.
Harry rolled his eyes at the dramatics.
“Right, right. Depriving us of his beautiful body.”
Harry flushed slightly, still not used to the kinds of compliments the two were always ready to heap on him.
“No consideration for his boyfriends at all.”
“All right, I get it already, you can stop your whining now,” Harry complained, voice dripping with exasperation.
“So you didn’t like our gifts?” Fred asked, toning it down so he only sounded mildly scandalised.
“I didn’t say that. You’re still nuts, though.” Harry rolled his eyes when he only got two matching grins in return. “All right, walk me through this gift box of yours, will you?”
“Of course, love. We’ve packed nothing but the absolute best for you, obviously,” George began their sales pitch. “Since we’ve already confirmed plenty of times over the summer that you know the general logistics of these things, I’m going to skip that part of the explanation. Colours first, the black and green ones are obvious, but the ones with more blue are Fred’s and the ones with more orange are mine. The dildos can be used manually, but you can also activate them with a tap of your wand and then cycle through different modes with each additional tap. To deactivate it a simple Finite will do. We’ve tried to make each one a bit unique, so that the speed, force, and rhythm of the modes resemble the person it’s modelled after. So if you want to, you can even try out what it’s like to get fucked by yourself. Something I highly recommend by the way.”
Harry wasn’t quite sure what to make of the fact that he found the idea oddly intriguing. Something to consider for the future.
“As for the sleeves,” Fred continued the product introduction, “well, let’s just say it this way. If you simply shove your dick into one of them, then someone’s not going to have a very good time. Before you go in you always have to use lube and do the stretching as if it were the real thing. The toy’s tightness will give you real feedback about how ready your partner is and part of the lube gets transferred to him, so use enough for the toy and the lucky guy on the other end.”
“We figured that spell out by researching how the spells on some old Vanishing Cabinets worked,“ George added proudly.
Harry snorted. “Leave it to you to come up with the spell work to improve a sex toy by analysing old Vanishing Cabinets. Talk about going the extra mile.”
“However, the best thing is,” Fred piped up again with a wide grin on his face, “once you’ve shot your load, that gets transferred to your partner too, for an all around realistic experience.”
“Fucking hell, you really don’t do things by half-measures, do you?”
“Of course not, we’re professionals.”
“Right. That all or is there more?” Harry then asked with no small amount of trepidation.
“That’s all you need to know to safely use our new product line. You can figure out the details by actually trying them out,” George said with a wink.
“Okay, I’m guessing you have your own set of these toys, yes?” Harry asked and the identical, wide smiles were all he needed to see to have his answer. “First, I love that you went through all this trouble to come up with something like this. I really do. So, thank you for that. I’m still gonna set some boundaries, because I know you two too well. When I have classes you can play with the dildo if you want to, that could be fun I guess, but nothing goes inside me during those times, all right?”
“Totally,” Fred said with a serious voice for once.
“This is supposed to be fun and not meant to embarrass you,” George assured him. “You decide the when and how.”
Harry hummed in response. “All right, at times when I’m usually in bed you can do whatever, and when I’m not in class but also not yet in bed, give me a bit of a warning. I don’t know, touch the toys a bit so I can feel your fingers on my skin but then give me a few minutes to get to my bed or find a secluded corner. Something like that.”
“Will do.”
“That’s all I can think of for now, I guess. What about you?”
“We have no restrictions whatsoever,” Fred announced jovially before George continued, “You can do whatever you want whenever you want.”
“Are you sure about that?” Harry asked sceptically. “I mean, during business hours?”
“We’re sure,” they said in unison, both grinning. “Do your worst.”
He really shouldn’t have been surprised that Fred and George were a lot more adventurous, happily allowing Harry to use the toys at any time he felt like it. But who was he to tell them otherwise?
“Well, don’t complain to me later when you’ve got my dick up your arse while having to ring up customers.”
“Oh, you won’t be hearing any complaints from us, quite the opposite actually.”
“I’ll hold you to that.”
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The sudden wet and somewhat cool sensation inside his unsuspecting hole was the first thing stirring Harry from his sleep. Going by how little light came in through the small gaps at the edges of his bed curtains it had to be still early in the morning. He quickly checked to make sure that the Silencing Charm on his bed was still in place as the vague feeling of a finger slipping inside him threatened to force a not at all quiet moan from his lips. He didn’t waste any time throwing off the blankets and ridding himself of his pyjamas, shivering slightly when the chilly morning air hit his naked body. He decided not to cast a Warming Charm though, as he was quite sure he’d be plenty warm soon enough.
Harry wished he could actually feel the warmth of Fred and George’s bodies next to him, hovering above his still half-asleep form, their firm weight pressing him into his mattress, but relished nonetheless how the finger was slipping further inside him and spreading the lube for the things that were sure to come.
Harry buried his head into his pillow and let out a muffled moan. While his mind was still busy waking from sleep, he imagined how they would place soft kisses on the nape of his neck and down his spine, their hands trailing up the insides of his thighs, gently spreading them to make room to kneel in-between. The mere thought made him instinctively arch his back and push back against the ghostly finger as if that could actually make the finger slide in deeper. Of course it didn’t, things were completely out of Harry’s control, solely dependent on what his two menaces decided to do with the toy held in their dubious hands.
Harry matched the finger’s lazy movements by undulating his hips just as lazily, slowly grinding his already very hard cock against the mattress and savouring the sweet friction. He hadn’t been sure if it was Fred or George playing with his hole, as both of them went about it quite similar in the beginning, but things then became clear when a second finger slipped in beside the first. George always took longer with his first finger while Fred was more impatient, adding the second a bit sooner than George would have and making him feel slightly more of a stretch. Not that Harry minded, he could appreciate both George’s more careful and teasing approach as well as Fred’s way of letting him enjoy more of that stretching sensation.
For a moment, Harry just laid there and let Fred open him up with his dexterous fingers, very deliberately avoiding Harry’s prostate whenever his fingers sank into him. Then there were fingers wrapping around his cock, gently stroking him at the same pace Fred’s fingers were sliding in and out of his hole. George had probably remembered that there was another toy at their disposal and promptly made use of it. It didn’t take too long for a third finger to make an introduction, opening him wider still, the thorough preparation certainly necessary given how thick both of them were.
His anticipation spiked when the fingers were finally withdrawn, and after some shuffling to get into the most comfortable position Harry felt the tip of most likely Fred’s cock press against his hole. Harry hugged his pillow closer, took a deep breath and braced himself. Having been in a relationship with them since fifth year, this was hardly his first time taking that girth—still, to this day the initial stretch could prove to be a bit challenging when done without any assisting Stretching Charms to ease the way, sometimes overwhelming him with all the sensations following in its wake.
The pressure against his fairly relaxed opening slowly increased and as Harry willed himself to relax just a bit more, he felt the tip finally breach him. Fred didn’t stop immediately and instead slowly but surely pushed further inside until the flared head of his cock slipped fully past Harry’s rim. Harry smothered a moan with his pillow as he felt the familiar stretch and fullness that came with being fucked by either of his boyfriends’ fat cocks.
What wasn’t at all familiar was the strange sensation of his hole being spread wide open around nothing while feeling full of cock at the same time. Being curious, Harry slipped a hand between his cheeks and let his finger dip into his gaping hole, marvelling at the fact that he could push his fingers inside while also feeling the presence of a ghostly, magical cock that was already there and yet wasn’t.
Harry muffled a few more moans in his pillow as he let himself be overwhelmed by all those sensations coursing through his body. Absentmindedly, he wondered what exactly was happening on Fred and George’s end, whether they were just playing around with the toys, pushing one of their dildos into the sleeve linked to Harry’s hole, or if Fred was actually using the sleeve on himself. It was probably the latter, Harry suspected; he could hardly see them forgo the opportunity during their first time using the toys.
He spread his legs some more and raised his arse when he felt Fred slowly push deeper inside in one smooth thrust, feeding Harry all of his cock without any additional stops along the way. Harry moaned and his fists clenched the edges of his pillow as he felt Fred fill him as deep as he could go, easily putting pressure on Harry’s prostate thanks to that prodigious girth he could boast of.
The thrusts started slow and deep, the cock pushing in and out of him at an even pace. The tip of Harry’s own cock was rubbing against the sheets with the movement of his hips, only heightening the sensations coming from his backside. After a moment of those slow thrusts to allow Harry to accommodate the cock inside him, the pace steadily picked up and Fred started fucking into him more vigorously.
If Harry hadn’t already known it was Fred inside him, he’d have definitely realised it at this point. George fucked much more lazily—and often loved and preferred to bottom anyway if his blissful moans in response to Harry fucking him with long and deep thrusts were any indication—but that fast and vigorous fucking he was receiving now was unmistakably Fred.
Harry’s eyes rolled to the back of his head at the feel of Fred’s fat cock filling him again and again. He would never get tired of this addictive feeling. He pressed his face into his pillow as his breathing started to become more laboured, panting in sync with the relentless assault on his prostate. Getting fucked via magic toy was overall a somewhat odd experience, obviously not unpleasant, but there was no momentum behind the thrusts, no hips slapping against his arse, just that impalpable spectre of a cock filling him and moving inside of him. An odd but certainly novel experience.
The tension in his heated body kept rising and Harry could almost feel Fred’s hand tangling in his hair, as he was wont to do, leaving him no choice but to rock his hips back and forth with each thrust as if Fred was pulling him onto his cock. The sheets underneath him were slowly getting damp with how much he was leaking from his cock and he almost felt ready to come, but then Fred gave him a few quick, harsh thrusts and Harry suddenly felt him spill inside, pushing in deep as he came and staying there as he rode out his climax. A surprised moan fell from Harry’s lips, as he had totally forgotten the feature Fred and George had been most proud of—transferring the load from the sleeve to the one it was intended for.
“Fuck, fill me up, why don’t you,” Harry mumbled into his pillow. He hadn’t been prepared for the familiar wet and sticky sensation, but now that it was there he was glad he hadn’t missed out on it. His boyfriends truly thought of everything, they were brilliant like that.
Harry let out a small, admittedly somewhat pathetic whine into his pillow as Fred pulled out and the ghostly sensation in his arse vanished, leaving him empty and gaping and therefore exposed to the chilly air in the dorm. Harry shivered slightly when he felt how open he was after that pounding.
Glancing up from his pillow, Harry found that the morning sun was seeping through the gaps in his curtains, someone was pattering around barefoot and the sound of murmured words could be heard from the other end of the room. Clearly, things had ended right on time, even if he was unfortunately left without an orgasm, but his boyfriends couldn’t know that and so he wouldn’t blame them. He was about to roll over to quickly finish manually when he suddenly felt more lube spelled inside him, swiftly followed by a second cock pushing into him, just as long and thick as the first one. Apparently, George was feeling like topping on this day after all.
Harry immediately buried his face back into the pillow. While the Silencing Charm was still going strong, moaning out loud with the other boys in the room was too embarrassing to even consider. He could feel the flush rising on his face just thinking about it.
He gasped when George settled into the lazy rhythm Harry had come to expect from him, not bothering with easing Harry into it, as Fred had already done a proper job of that. He held his pillow close and muffled his whines as George pushed into him again and again, imagining the soft slaps of George’s hips against his arse and the slight shocks each impact would send through his oversensitive body. George might not be as fast or intense with his fucking as Fred was, but he knew what he was doing and every thrust made sparks burst at the base of Harry’s spine.
He lifted his hips a little, positioning himself so his arse was up in the air and his face still planted in his pillow. If George were here he’d help holding Harry up, grabbing onto his hips and pulling Harry onto his cock. As he was unfortunately alone, Harry only had his somewhat wobbly thighs to keep himself in position. He tried to ignore the fact that he surely made for a properly debauched picture, positioned on his bed the way he was, in all of his naked glory. Nobody could open his curtains, so it didn’t matter anyway. Nobody would ever know, Harry insisted in the privacy of his mind as he fought down his blush. It was fine!
A welcome distraction came in the form George’s increasing pace, pushing into him more firmly so Harry could do nothing but lie there and take it. He was just about to grab his own dick to make sure he came before George was done when he felt an all too familiar tightness press against the tip of his cock, engulfing his knob only a moment later and then slowly working its way down to the root of Harry’s cock.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Harry gasped and hastily rolled onto his back while George’s ghostly cock continued to pound into his hole without interruption.
He had no clue what was happening, there was just too much going on in the front and in the back without any visual or tactile input whatsoever. He couldn’t tell whether Fred was using the black and green dildo on himself or on George while George was busy using the sleeve. His cock was standing up proudly, leaking profusely from the tip, and Harry could see exactly where that tight hole was gliding along his shaft, squeezing him just right and pushing him ever closer towards his own climax.
In his mind Harry could easily picture the scene that went along with what he was experiencing, though. Fred lying under him and Harry between his legs, fucking into him, while George pushed into Harry from behind. Or Harry on his back with George between his legs while Fred straddled his hips and sank down on his hard cock. There were so many options, and Harry had no idea which one he liked best.
In the end it didn’t matter which one it was, a few more strokes down the length of his cock were enough to push him over the edge. Too late, he realised that he wasn’t actually buried in someone’s arse, but then he was already coming with a desperate moan and the point was moot. His bollocks drew up and he erupted in several forceful spurts, dousing his stomach and chest before a few more hit him right in his face, the mess running down his cheeks and past his slightly parted lips.
“Holy shit,” Harry whispered breathlessly.
His tongue darted out, quickly lapping up what he could reach, before he used his fingers to collect the rest. He then absentmindedly licked them clean as he slowly came down from his high. Not a moment later he felt George spill inside his hole, adding to the load already left there by Fred. He could almost hear the satisfied groan that usually came with the last pulses of George’s release, before the cock slowly withdrew from Harry’s by now thoroughly fucked and oversensitive hole.
For a long moment Harry could only stay in his spread-eagle position and try to recover his breath. He was left slightly gaping and felt his hole twitch at the emptiness, the loads that had been magically deposited into his arse just barely staying inside of him.
Harry couldn’t muster enough energy to move, but he knew he needed to get ready at some point. He sighed and slowly started getting up. A quick Cleaning Charm removed the mess from his stomach and chest so he could pull his pyjamas back on before he finally opened the curtains and climbed out of his bed, standing on somewhat wobbly legs.
Ron turned around when he heard him get up, then regarded him sceptically with a raised eyebrow.
“Everything all right, mate? You look a bit flushed.”
“Er, don’t worry, Ron. I feel rather brilliant, to be honest.”
“If you say so,” Ron replied, looking far from convinced.
Thankfully, he let it slide and decided not to dig deeper so early in the morning. Harry could hardly tell him that he’d just been railed by his two boyfriends—Ron’s brothers—and had railed at least one of them in turn, and all from the comfort of his bed right next to Ron’s. He truly had the most ingenious boyfriends. Although Ron had known about their relationship from the beginning, Harry was quite positive that he would appreciate not being made privy to the finer details of any shagging happening between them.
Taking a few steps towards the bathroom, he could already feel Fred and George’s loads trickle out of him and slowly run down the insides of his thighs, thankfully hidden from view by his pyjama bottoms.
He really needed a shower after that kind of morning exercise.