alisanne

Title: Extracurricular Excitement
Author:

alisanne
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ron Weasley/Neville Longbottom/Draco Malfoy
Summary: Sometimes Aurors need calm, and sometimes they need excitement.
Word Count: 1835
Genre: Erotica.
Warnings: double penetration. *g*
A/N: Written for

hp_may_madness's 2014 fest.
Day twenty eight prompt(s) used: Cape, Rumour.
Kink: Double penetration.
This threesome came about because I decided to combine the three characters who have been getting the most 'action' in my jpurnal this month. ;) Dedicated to

torino10154 just because. *g*
Betas:

sevfan and

emynn.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.

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Extracurricular Excitement

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Neville walked into the Golden Cape Pub at his usual time. Moving over to the bar, he took his customary seat before ordering his customary drink and looking around.

All the usual customers were there. Neville liked this pub because very little changed from evening to evening, it was comfortable. Ron likes it, too, he thought. Then, he sighed. Although they could do with a bit of excitement. Life for an Auror is mad enough, though. He probably doesn’t need too much extracurricular excitement--

His thoughts skidded to a stop when his gaze encountered the last person he’d expected to see there. Draco Malfoy, looking quite comfortable, was lounging in a corner booth, sipping a drink. When his eyes met Neville’s, he smirked, raising his glass.

Neville nodded, raising his own mug in salute before spinning back around to face the bar. What was Draco doing there?

“Longbottom.” Draco’s low purr coiled around Neville’s spine. “Fancy meeting you here.” Draco slid into the seat on Neville’s right.

Swallowing hard, Neville nodded. “I was just thinking the same thing. What brings you here?”

Draco shrugged. “I just moved into the neighbourhood and, as it turns out, this is my local.”

“But it’s a Muggle neighbourhood.”

Draco smirked. “Yes, I am aware of that. But, as I’m an Obliviator, they like us to live in Muggle areas.” He shrugged. “I quite enjoy it, actually.” He gave Neville a slow once over. “At least so far. You come here a lot?”

Was he flirting? Ideas spinning in Neville’s head, he nodded. “Every couple of nights. It’s our local, too.”

“Our?” Draco hummed. “Your...significant other I take it?”

“Yes,” said Neville. “I’m with--”

“Weasley.”

Neville blinked. How had he known? “Well, yes, how did you--?”

“Hello, Nev.” Ron’s arms slid around Neville’s waist. His voice went considerably cooler when he said the next word. “Malfoy.”

Draco inclined his head. “Good to see you both. I’ll leave you to enjoy your evening.”

Once Draco had left, Ron took the seat he’d vacated and ordered a drink. “What’s he doing here?”

Neville exhaled. “He just moved to the neighbourhood.”

“Did he really?” Ron turned to glance over at Draco, who’d reclaimed his previous booth. “Was he bothering you? 
“Not at all.” Neville licked his lips. “He was...charming, actually.”

Ron raised an eyebrow. “Was he?” He hummed as his drink arrived. “All right, what are you thinking?”

“Who says I’m thinking anything?”

Ron smiled, taking a sip. “I do. And I know you. Tell me.”

Neville blushed. “Well, remember that discussion we had a while back about trying a threesome?”

“You want a three-way with Malfoy?” Ron blinked.

“Why not?” Neville leaned in, whispering. “Our difficulty, if you recall, was that we didn’t want to introduce any of our friends into the mix in case things went bad. But with Draco--”

Ron’s face cleared and he nodded. “With him it wouldn’t matter, you’re right.” He smiled. “I can see you’ve thought about this. Is he interested?”

Neville flicked a glance over to Draco, who was watching them. “Definitely.”

Ron grinned. “Rumour has it he’s as bent as we are. Right, time to negotiate.”

It didn’t take all that much time. Draco seemed to get what Ron was talking about right away, and his answer was to drain his glass and stand. “Shall we?” he asked, starting for the door.

They took him to their flat, which was a few blocks away. Draco walked in, looking around. “Very nice,” he said. “Did Granger decorate?”

Neville smiled. “And Ginny.”

“And Luna,” added Ron, nodding at the collection of African masks on the wall.

“They did well,” said Draco.

Clearing his throat, Ron caught Neville’s eyes and nodded towards Draco. Taking the hint, Neville caught Draco’s hand, spinning him around before backing him up against a wall and snogging him.

“Straight to the point, hm?” Draco murmured when they broke for breath.

“Not that straight,” quipped Neville, busy with Draco’s robes.

Draco started to help him, glancing over to Ron as he did so. Ron had taken a seat on the sofa. “Are you just going to watch?”

“For now,” Ron said. “Go on, Neville.”

Leaning in, Neville ravaged Draco’s mouth, tugging on their clothes as he went. After an initial moment of resistance, Draco went passive, letting Neville do what he wanted, practically melting into him.

When he managed to get under Draco’s clothes to the man beneath, Neville moaned. Draco was all muscle, lithe and sleek. Cupping his cock, Neville stroked him, plundering his mouth.

“Fuck,” Draco gasped as they broke for air.

“I agree,” said Ron, who had come up behind Neville. Pressing against Neville’s back, he said, “Time to take this to the bedroom, I think.”

They all shed clothes as they went so that when they got to the bed they were all naked. Ron sat cross-legged, leaning against the headboard. Neville positioned Draco flat on the bed beside Ron, pressing him into the mattress as he sucked his way down his body.

“Suck him,” said Ron, his voice thick.

Neville hummed, licking his lips and spreading Draco’s thighs apart. Draco’s hands settled in Neville’s hair.

Taking Draco to the root on his first suck, Neville smiled around his mouthful when Draco shouted, arching his hips up off the bed.

“He’s fabulous, isn’t he?” murmured Ron. “A bloody brilliant cocksucker.”

“Yes,” groaned Draco, his fingers twisting in Neville’s hair. “Fuck!”

Neville hummed and was rewarded with a burst of bitter precome from Draco, who started babbling nonsense. When his words were cut off, however, Neville cast his eyes up, groaning when he saw that Ron was snogging him, a filthy, obscene kiss.

He sucked harder, sliding his mouth up and down, twirling his tongue around, even pulling off occasionally to suck one or the other of Draco’s balls into his mouth.

Draco didn’t last long under their combined onslaught, his body convulsing as he shot come into Neville’s mouth. Neville swallowed it all before pulling off and crawling up Draco’s body to make the kiss a three-way.

When they all pulled apart, Draco was panting, his body boneless. “Wow.”

“Told you he was good,” murmured Ron. “Now, about the rest of our deal--”

Draco cracked open one eye and stared at Ron. “I remember.” He licked his lips. “I’m relaxed now. Shall we?”

Slowly, Ron smiled. “Definitely.”

They helped Draco up, manoeuvring him until he was straddling Ron’s hips, facing him. Ron’s cock was red, hard, and unable to resist, Neville stroked it a couple of times as they were moving about. Ron shot him a quick grin.

Draco in the meantime, had his fingers in his arse and had started stretching himself. He looked at Ron’s cock and hummed. “Nice. But we’ll need lots of lube.”

“Not a problem.” Reaching into the side table, Ron pulled out a pot of lube. Scooping some up, Draco slicked his fingers before again sliding them into his arse.

Neville joined him, slicking up his fingers and pushing one, then a second into Draco.

Ron was slathering copious amounts of lube onto his erection, moaning as he did. “Come on,” he finally panted. “If I do this much more I’m going to come--”

“Not without putting it in me first,” murmured Draco, rising up onto his knees and shuffling forward. With Neville’s and Ron’s help, he positioned Ron’s cock at his hole and, biting his lip, started to sit down, taking it deeper. Mid way, he closed his eyes. “Salazar, Weasley, what do you feed this thing?”

Ron chuckled. “As much arse as it can get.”

Throwing his head back, Draco groaned. “Evidently.”

Neville pressed his chest to Draco’s back for support, his arms coming around his waist to help steady him. Once he was fully seated, Draco exhaled. “Slow and steady,” he said as he started to move. “And don’t forget, Longbottom. Lots of lube.”

“It’s Neville,” Neville said, his hand sliding around Draco’s already half-hard cock.

“Neville.” Draco slid up and down Ron’s cock, slowly at first until he found his rhythm. Ron’s hips started to push up as he, too, moved.

Neville took some more lube, shifting to put it on his cock, and as Draco started to speed up, he pushed a finger into his hole alongside Ron.

“Easy--” Draco grunted.

Neville hummed, continuing to work his finger in until it fit right alongside where Draco was stretched around Ron. When he managed two fingers, Draco shuddered, and when he managed three, Draco was barely moving, his body trembling with the strain. Ron slowly slid his cock in and out.

“Do it,” Draco finally groaned, head bent forward, hair flopping in his face.

Neville looked at Ron. A fine sheen had broken across his forehead; Neville could tell he was desperate to just fuck. Eyes locked on Ron’s, Neville slipped his fingers out, set his cock in place, and pushed.

Draco shouted. “Fuck!”

Neville didn’t stop pushing until he was in, enveloped in so much tightness he could barely fathom it. Then, gaze still holding Ron’s, he set his teeth in Draco’s shoulder and started to move.

Draco was whimpering, his hole straining to take both of them, but Neville noted that his cock was getting harder, so he kept going, sliding in and out, groaning as he slid alongside Ron, their cocks rubbing together inside Draco.

“I’m not...I can’t--” he gasped, feeling his balls drawing up after only a few more thrusts.

Ron, his eyes burning, said, “Then come, Neville. Come for me.”

That was it. With a bellow, Neville came, spurting come inside Draco and onto Ron’s still buried cock. Draco’s hole somehow clenched, getting momentarily tighter before Neville’s cock went limp. With a groan, he slipped out of Draco.

With that, Ron seemed to go a bit mad. With a growl, he flipped Draco over and drove into him, holding Draco’s legs up as he fucked him furiously, pounding him into the bed before finally, with a keening cry, coming with a shudder.

When Ron sat up, Draco was smiling, his cock was limp, and his chest was heaving. “Fuck,” he whispered. “That was--”

“Bloody fabulous.” Ron collapsed onto the bed beside him, Neville curling up on Draco’s other side. “Great idea, Neville.”

Draco hummed. “I never thought I’d say this, but you Gryffindors have your moments.”

Neville smiled. “You’re not so bad yourself, Draco.”

Ron chuckled. “Yeah. As long as you’ve got my cock in you, you’re tolerable.”

Draco laughed. “I’m looking forward to seeing what you’re like with my cock in you.”

Ron eyes met Neville’s over Draco’s chest. “I think that can be arranged,” he said.

Neville grinned. Evidently sometimes Aurors did need a bit of extracurricular excitement.

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