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Draco stormed into his partner’s office and slammed his hands onto a large, messy desk. “George Sodding Weasley!” he barked. “There's glitter in my ass and your smug little smile tells me you put it there!”
“Sodding?” George raised an eyebrow and grinned, “That’s a new one.” Pleased by Draco’s distress, he took out his wand and cleared his desk, vanishing the piles of prototypes, mountainous crumbs, and empty mugs that typically covered his working area.
Draco often complained about the state of the office - he couldn't understand how someone could think in such chaos - but the sudden sight of the clean, empty desk had brought forth a different feeling entirely. His eyes fell to George’s hideous green vest and brown shirt, needing to see the freckled body that hid underneath.
“And how did you make this little discovery, my love?”
Stiffening once again, Draco felt like a man possessed, unable to control his desire since the moment he found the glittery surprise in his crack this morning. His self-indulgence in the shower had apparently only been a temporary reprieve, reviving the instant he stood in front of the object of his desire - even if that object happened to have gotten dressed in the dark this morning.
“Don't you give me that ‘my love’ bullshit,” Draco snapped, trying to push back his growing arousal. He pointed a finger at George and said, “You know what you’ve done!”
George got out of his chair and wrapped his hand around Draco’s black tie, pulling him closer. “That didn’t answer my question.”
Draco’s annoyance with the man quickly subsided, making room for the undeniable impulse to tear off his clothes with his teeth and mount the redheaded wizard. He passively wondered what the hell was going on with him - sure, he may be a bit obsessed with mischievous ginger heads and wicked smiles - but he was usually never this bad. He had fallen asleep last night in a glorious tangle of limbs, feeling satiated and loved, but despite a night of bliss, just thinking about thick lips and hard thighs had been enough to set him off again this morning.
“Was last night not enough for you?”
The reminder of last night’s escapades set his body alight. The desperate need to touch the wizard in front of Draco grew with every beat of his heart as George’s lingering eyes teased and tasted every inch of him. Draco looked down at the same rough hand that held him in place last night, then looked up, stopping at the same crooked smile - the same lips that whispered filthy words in his ear as Draco gagged on the large cock in his mouth.
“Such a greedy little boy,” George purred, his feather-light lips brushing against Draco’s.
Draco gripped the edge of the desk to keep himself from melting into his lover’s touch. Despite the agony coursing through his veins, he refused to give in to the man’s bait.
His body had been well trained to follow every one of George’s commands over the years; just a glance could render him wanton and ready to be used, but the need that crashed upon Draco was more maddening than ever before.
“Are you sure it was me?” George whispered.
George captured Draco’s mouth once more, languidly tasting him with his tongue. Unable to resist the temptation, Draco rubbed himself against the desk, relishing the hard resistance against his growing erection. He felt ready to erupt, wanting nothing more than to please the man holding his tie like a leash -as long as George kept going, Draco was willing to do, say, or fuck anything he desired.
“Wh..who else could it be?” he whimpered, trying not to close his eyes.
George smirked, “I could think of another culprit.”
“So could I,” a sinful voice snickered from behind them.
Draco swallowed the hitch in his throat, never taking his eyes off George as he began to lose focus. He could sense a second pair of dangerous blue eyes trailing from the tips of his black dress shoes to the crown of his head. Draco’s skin prickled as the wizard came closer, his pulse echoing the tapping of Fred’s feet against the floor.
The twins spoke in hungry unison, “Still can't tell us apart after all this time, Draco?”
Draco’s back arched, and his breath stopped, as a hand ran down his spine. George yanked on the tie, pulling Draco closer as his twin grabbed him by the hips and pressed himself against Draco’s backside. The bend was awkward, forcing Draco to the tips of his feet as he dangled over the desk, digging his nails in the wood to stay upright.
“No,” Draco panted, desperately fighting the urge to rut against the firm length hidden inside Fred’s trousers.
“Do we mean that little to you?” Fred teased. “Are you so desperate that any old cock will do?”
“It doesn’t matter who's inside that hole as long as it's being filled, right?” George murmured, kissing and sucking Draco’s neck.
Fred loosened Draco’s belt with deft hands, tossing the black strip of leather onto the desk.
Draco made a strangled noise as George whispered a spell, vanishing his clothes.
“That’s not true,” Draco mumbled. His body shivered with a mixture of anticipation and shock as the cool air hit his skin, growing warmer the instant a broom-calloused hand trailed up his bare chest, pinching his nipple.
Draco hissed as George bent down, replacing Fred’s fingers with his tongue. “Such a naughty little liar,” George snickered, nipping at the small, raised bud. “You’d fuck just about anything right now if I told you to, wouldn’t you?”
“No,” Draco stammered. His mind flooded itself with images of doing just that - watching as George sat and stroked himself to the sight of Draco being fucked by a mass of unknown witches and wizards - Fred would stand right beside him, whispering words of encouragement and edging Draco until the next one arrived, knowing just how much he could take.
“Do you think he even knows what today is at this point, Fred?”
“Let’s find out.” Fred plunged his hand down Draco’s lithe body, squeezing his cock. He lazily ran his thumb over Draco’s glistening tip and asked, “What day is it today, love?”
Draco didn’t need to see both of their faces to know the twins were plotting something, but he couldn’t for the life of him remember what was so important about today. His only thoughts were of these two men and their sinful smirks as George leaned over and kissed his neck.
“Th..thursday,” he mewled.
“Just any old Thursday?”
“Yes, just–”
Fred clicked his tongue, “‘Fraid not, George.” He pushed Draco down onto his stomach and bent him over the desk, abandoning his cock.
Splayed out for their pleasure, Draco’s body went limp, surrendering in an instant.
“How disappointing,” George sighed. He grabbed Draco’s white-blonde locks and forced him to raise his head. “Today happens to be a very special Thursday.” He pressed down on Draco’s bottom lip. “Look at you. Your skin is flushed; your pupils are blown out; you’re seconds away from cumming, and we haven’t even touched you yet.”
“I think someone’s been very naughty this morning, George,” said Fred.
Draco opened his mouth, daring to lick George’s thumb. He couldn’t speak, let alone think, as the twins stared down at him, brushing their hands against his body, teasing him in a whirlwind of hands, lips, and teeth.
Fred’s breath tickled Draco’s skin as he trailed silky kisses down Draco’s spine and whispered, “Do you know why?”
“N..no,” Draco rasped, eagerly ready to receive whatever punishment the twins were about to give him for this transgression.
“You did this to yourself, Draco.” George’s voice darkened with seductive displeasure. “We had the whole evening planned out, but it looks like you’ve ruined our surprise.” He shook his head and sighed, “You just couldn’t wait, could you?”
“Look how beautifully he’s squirming.” Fred groped Draco’s backside, running his finger up and down the crease. “It must be agony.”
Draco watched as George’s eyes fell to the abandoned belt. The thrill of anticipation in George’s shimmering eyes sent a shockwave throughout Draco’s body.
“Today’s our anniversary,” said George. “Did you know that?”
“No, it's not,” Draco’s brow furrowed in confusion. It wasn’t their anniversary - their anniversary wasn’t for another six months - what the hell were these two men on about, and why wasn’t one of them balls deep inside of him right now?
“When you and George first started dating, we thought it would be fun to share you,” Fred giggled wickedly. “There wasn’t any real harm in pretending to be each other - we do it all the time - things weren’t serious between you.” He brushed his finger against Draco’s tight rim. Draco jolted, his body ready and eagerly waiting for more as Fred continued, “We’d switch off whenever we wanted - in the middle of the night, in the morning - sometimes one of us would pretend to go to the bathroom just to tag the other in. We did it for months.”
“And you loved it,” George grinned. He brushed his finger against Draco’s cheek. “I could watch the two of you play for hours.”
“Sometimes he did,” Fred continued. “Before we knew it, we were both in love. We had tangled ourselves up in you so deeply that neither of us wanted to let you go.” Fred held his hand out expectantly for his brother. “We had nearly done it too, but you had other plans for us, didn’t you?”
George opened his desk drawer and pulled out a vial filled with clear liquid. With a smile, he handed it to his brother and ran his finger up and down Draco's neck. “I’ll never forget it,” George sighed. “How your eyes squinted as Fred pounded into you, desperately searching for me.” He bent down and whispered into Draco’s ear, “The way you whispered my name from across the bed, watching me touch myself as he played with your little cock.”
Fred rubbed himself against Draco’s backside as he bent over him and whispered in the other ear, “Or how you begged me to wait so you could feel both of us cum inside you.”
“Can you believe it’s been ten years since then?” George pushed down on Draco’s bottom lip once more. The world narrowed as Draco greedily clamped his mouth around George’s fingers and sucked. “Ten beautiful years of filling you up, yet still can’t get enough of us, can you?”
Draco shook his head, unable to deny the truth as he groaned with pleasure. He couldn’t bear to do the mental math in his mind himself, taking the twins' word for it without a second’s hesitation.
George rubbed Draco’s hollowed cheek and grinned, “We thought long and hard about what we wanted to give you as an anniversary gift.”
“Very hard,” said Fred. He gave a firm slap to Draco’s rear before dropping to his knees. “There were the traditional options - tin, aluminum, diamonds - but none of them seemed to feel right.” Fred’s warm breath tickled as he spread Draco’s legs wider. “So we had to get creative.”
A warm tongue slid across Draco’s glittery discovery. His body bucked as Fred teased his hole, drowning him in pleasure as his brother pushed his fingers deeper into Draco’s mouth.
“Do you like our gift?” Fred groaned. He grabbed Draco’s cock, stroking him with dangerous speed. “It’s touch-activated. It increases your arousal - I reckon you’ve been hard all morning.”
“We should have known that you weren’t going to be able to help yourself,” George tsked.
Draco cried out as Fred pushed the tip of his tongue into where Draco desperately needed him, the sound barely muffled by his stuffed mouth.
“That’s enough, Fred,” George commanded. He pulled his fingers out of Draco’s mouth. “Our needy little wizard still needs to answer my questions before he can cum.”
Fred showed no signs of stopping as he lapped at Draco’s entrance.
“That's it,” Fred purred.
Caught completely by surprise, nearly ready to burst, Draco blurted, “Fred, I–”
“Fred, I told you to stop,” George growled.
“Are you ready to sing for me, pretty bird?”
“I..I can’t,” Draco groaned, unsure which wizard’s commands he should follow.
“Fred, what did I just say?”
“Let go for me, Draco.”
Draco bit his lip, unable to fight back the rush of pleasure as he came apart, coating George’s desk. Fred continued to ignore his brother’s protests, stroking Draco back to life.
“Thanks to this little gift, you’ll be coming all night long. You’ll be a sopping mess both inside and out once we’re done with you.”
“Enough,” George snapped.
Fred grunted with annoyance, sinking his teeth into Draco’s backside.
“Please, Fred,” Draco begged. “Don’t stop.”
“How did you discover our little gift?” Fred asked, his voice like silk.
“I..I don’t know,” Draco babbled, unable to comprehend the question.
With a sigh, Fred stopped and rose to his feet. His heavy hand fell against Draco’s rear. “You know what happens when George is displeased, Draco. You should be lucky I let you cum once, but we’ll both be punished if I do it again.” Fred spanked him once more. “Or is that what you want?”
The wizard in question grabbed the abandoned belt and passed it to his brother. George’s eyes were like fire as he stepped back to watch the show, taking a seat once more in his chair.
“Do you want me to take your place?” Fred asked, striking his cheeks with the leather. “Is that it?”
“No,” Draco choked, bracing himself for the next luscious slap against his rear. He lowered his head and put his arms behind his back, pressing his face against the desk.
“Then be a good boy and answer his questions,” said Fred.
His words were harsh and tender, soothing and stirring the ache roaring inside of Draco like an inferno - the perfect companion to the pain and pleasure that ricocheted through Draco’s body as the leather fell against his backside.
Fred set the belt down and pressed his soft lips to the welts. From behind him, Draco could hear the vial finally uncork - some other new invention designed for his pleasure and torment, he assumed. He wiggled with excitement as warm liquid poured down his crack.
Fred sank his finger into Draco’s shimmer-slickened hole and cooed, “Tell me, Draco. Be a good boy for me, and I’ll let you cum again. Tell my brother what he wants to know. Where did you find out about our surprise?”
“In the shower,” Draco gasped.
“Were you touching things that don't belong to you, Draco?”
The world turned fuzzy as Draco nodded, trembling with pleasure. He bit his lip, unable to form the words as Fred plunged into him with an agonizing rhythm, brushing against the spot he craved. He had grown up too proper to ever utter the filthy things the twins wanted him to say, preferring to make the twins force the words out of his mouth with their bodies.
“And who told you that you could do a thing like that?” Fred scowled, spanking him once again with his bare hand.
“N..no one,” Draco mewled. He closed his eyes, trying not to give in to the threat of release. His body squirmed, frantically begging for more.
“Then why would you go and do such a naughty thing?” Fred chuckled, adding another finger. He picked up his pace, trying to coax every ounce of pleasure from Draco’s body.
“Please,” Draco clenched around his lover’s hand. “Don’t stop.”
“So responsive,” Fred smiled. “He’s practically sucking me, George. Look how desperate he is. Do you think we could let him cum again?”
“No,” George commanded.
Draco howled in protest as Fred sped up, his voice husky with desire. “I bet you want to feel my cock buried deep inside of you. These fingers aren’t enough for you, are they?” asked Fred.
“No,” Draco whimpered. “I need more.”
“All you need to do is keep answering his questions, okay? Can you do that for me?”
Draco nodded, “Yes...I’ll be good, just please don’t–”
“Did my brother neglect you last night, Draco?” George interrupted.
“Hey now,” Fred frowned. He leaned forward, his red hair and likely identical horrid wool vest brushing against Draco’s hot skin. “You know I would never do that to you.” Fred caressed Draco’s face, brushing the sweat off his brow with his free hand. “Tell him the truth.”
“Look at me,” George demanded.
Draco lifted his head and stared into a pair of dangerously seductive blue eyes.
“Tell me, Draco, did Fred not pleasure you enough? Did he leave you so unsatisfied that you had to take matters into your own hands this morning?”
Fred pulled his hand out of Draco’s hole and protested,” I would never do that. It was probably just a side effect of–”
“No!” Draco exclaimed.
“Did you hear that, Fred?” George let out a sultry laugh. “You’ve disappointed him.”
Draco pulled his arms back and grabbed George by the sleeve. “Wait,” he begged, “that’s not what I–”
“You seemed to have left him in quite the state, Fred. If anything, all of this is your fault.” George’s voice was firm and commanding as he removed Draco’s hand with a sneer that sent a shiver down Draco’s spine. “Come here, Fred, you deserve to be punished for your mistake.”
Fred helped Draco to stand, ignoring his whimpering need to be touched again. Without another word, they walked over to the other side of the desk where George sat. Draco dropped to his knees in front of George, patiently waiting to do his bidding.
Fred stepped protectively in front of Draco with a look of dread on his face, unwillingly ready to receive his brother's punishment. Draco didn’t dare to move; he hardly breathed as he watched George twirl his finger, commanding Fred to turn around.
Draco's heart skipped a beat, his stiff cock twitching with delight as he stared at Fred’s timid face. The sight of Fred’s quivering lip was enough to nearly end him once again. Draco loved to watch the wizard fall prey to his brother's desires, and Fred was more than willing to bend his brother’s stronger will and submit - especially if it meant he could drag out Draco’s torment.
George stood up and wrapped his arms around Fred’s body, grabbing his twin by the neck. He stared down at Draco and whispered, “How do you think you’re going to make it up to him, Fred?”
Fred tilted his head to the side and whimpered, pushing his back against his brother.
George purred, “Will you kiss him like this?” Fred closed his eyes and bit his lip as George kissed and sucked his neck, his eyes never leaving Draco’s focused, heady gaze. George’s hand skated down Fred’s trousers, rubbing against the tight, raised bulge Draco knew was begging to be unsheathed. “Will you make him this hard?”
Draco’s mouth watered as George released Fred’s throbbing cock from his corduroy trousers.
“George,” Fred mewled. “Don’t..don't touch me there.”
“Will you touch him like this?” George cooed. He wrapped his hand around Fred’s cock and squeezed, stroking his brother as he whispered filthy words into his ear. “Will you fill him up, just the way he likes?”
Draco licked his lips, overwhelmed with a viscous need to taste the precum that pebbled on Fred’s tip as a drop fell down his own unused cock. He felt ready to burst at the slightest touch, fighting the urge to take his cock into his own hands once again.
“Draco,” Fred pleaded. “Make him stop.”
He would never be able to find his own release - Draco’s attempt to play with himself in the shower this morning only drove Fred and George’s points home - he was theirs, body and soul, and until one of them let him, he would continue to suffer.
“I’ll be good, I swear. I’ll never let it happen again,” Fred begged. “It was the glitter. A..all the fairy dust – we shouldn’t have used so much.”
George picked up the pace. He grabbed his brother by the chin and pulled him in for a kiss.
Fred moaned as his brother’s tongue slid into his mouth. “Not so fast, George,” Fred stuttered. “Draco, please. Don’t let him make me cum. I’ll be so good to you. It won’t happen again. I promise.”
“You're taking your punishment so well,” George’s sultry voice replied. “Just a bit more. I know you can do it, Fred. You wouldn’t want to disappoint Draco again now, would you? You still need a little more reeducation.” George grabbed Fred by the hair and pulled, forcing his head down. “Just look at him, Fred. Look at what we’re doing to him. Look at how much he wants this,” George purred. “How eager he is to see what I’ll do to you next.”
George ceased playing with his twin and lifted Fred into his arms, setting him down in his chair. He pulled his brother in for a devastating kiss, dragging his lip through his teeth as he pulled away.
“What do you think he’d do if I were the one to get you off instead of him?” asked George. “Do you think forcing him to watch us would be a fitting punishment for our little wizard’s morning escapades?"
Fred’s velvet voice replied, “Please, anything but that, George.”
George stepped between his brother’s legs, spreading them wide. “Should I use my cock?”
“It's too much, George,” Fred panted. “I won’t be able to take it.”
“I think we both know you will,” George argued. “That pretty little mouth of yours certainly can.” George lowered himself to the ground. He licked his brother from base to tip and smirked, “Pointing out your failings is the only way you’ll learn how to properly please our husband.”
Draco groaned, combusting at the sight of his lovers embracing. He needed to touch them - to be touched - before he went mad. “Stop,” he mumbled, wanting nothing more than to join them.
“Come here, Draco,” George ordered. “Come see what you’re making me do to him. See how he should have been pleasuring you last night.”
Draco crawled on his hands and knees, desperately trying to get closer. He hovered over the armrest, mouthwatering as his eyes fell on Fred’s glistening length. George smiled as he wrapped his warm mouth around his brother, sucking and teasing him the way Draco liked - the way Draco liked to see Fred be used by him.
Fred grabbed the back of George’s head, desperately trying to shove himself further down his throat. George chuckled, the vibrations nearly tipping his brother over the edge as Draco’s tip brushed against George’s leg, craning his body to get a better look.
Fred whimpered as George removed his mouth and squeezed his tip, turning his attention back to Draco. “Did you want to taste him, Draco? Tell me what he didn’t do, and I’ll let you have a taste.”
Draco's face was as bright as Fred and George's hair as he stammered, “The glitter… it had to be you, George… Fred…he wasn't the one who… he didn’t… he never came in my ass last night.”
“Such a dirty little mouth,” George grinned. “Deserves an even dirtier treat, don’t you think, Fred?” He grabbed Draco by the back of the neck and slammed their lips together. Draco moaned, tasting Fred’s salty tang on George’s tongue.
Fred’s body shook as a low rumble escaped from his chest. George’s laugh was nearly identical as he let go of his brother’s cock and stood up. Fred’s disposition shifted back to the demanding wizard Draco knew and loved. He curled his finger and pointed down at his swollen cock. “That’s certainly an interesting way to apply the glitter. We’ll have to try that way next time, won’t we, George?”
George nodded and smiled. “Pity we didn’t think of that last night.”
Fred grabbed Draco by the wrist and pulled him closer. “I didn’t realize how desperate you were to feel us both last night. I’m sorry, love.” He pulled Draco down and kissed him. “I’ll gladly remedy my mistake.”
Draco's throat bobbed as he looked up at George, waiting for permission. George smirked and nudged his head towards his brother, “Go on, my love. Sit down and show me what you can do.”
Draco lowered himself onto Fred’s cock, his still slippery backside hungry for more. Fred grabbed his hips, slowly pumping in and out of him. “What do you think, Draco?” Fred murmured. “Have you been punished enough for touching yourself without permission?”
Whatever his lovers were willing to give, that is what Draco needed, and he would take it gladly and without complaint. Fred bit Draco’s shoulder and grabbed his aching cock. Draco’s eyes fell to George as he took himself out of his trousers and began to stroke himself to the same rhythm.
“Yes,” Draco pleaded, nodding his head as Fred pounded into him. George stepped closer, cock at the ready. Draco licked his lips and begged, “Please, George, I need you.”
“And you’ll have me.” George bent down and kissed him. He grabbed the back of Fred’s knees and Apparated the three of them out of the office and onto their large bed. George whispered a spell, and Fred’s clothes vanished. His own had disappeared as well as he climbed onto the bed and lay flat on his back, intertwining his legs with Fred’s until their twin cocks touched.
Fred grabbed Draco by the hips and lifted him off. Fred reached between the tangle of limbs and grabbed their cocks, rubbing them together. His twin moaned as Fred covered him with the remnants of Draco’s arousal and their latest lubricant prototype. “Go on, Draco,” Fred whispered. “We know you can take us both, Draco.”
Draco bit his lip as he lowered himself down onto the pair of nearly identical cocks. He let out a cry as the twins pushed into him in perfect synchronicity, guiding his body up and down.
Fred hissed, “You’re doing so well, Draco.”
George reached around Draco and grabbed his cock. “You've been such a good boy, Draco,” he murmured. “Good boys deserve a treat, don’t they, Fred?”
Fred bit his lip and nodded, unable to form words as they pumped inside of Draco’s tight hole. Draco was a speechless slave to their rhythm, seeing stars as Fred wrapped his hand around George’s, moving in tandem with his brother’s grip.
“Cum for us, Draco,” they demanded.
With a silent scream, Draco did as he was told; the twins followed in rapid succession, filling his body with delicious pleasure. He collapsed against George’s body, panting in ecstasy. George brushed the back of Draco’s head as Fred pulled away, turning them onto their side. With a firm slap to Draco’s backside, he collapsed onto the bed next to his brother, narrowing the distance between their bodies. Sandwiched between his two husbands, Draco kissed them both madly, coaxing himself back to life.
The twins looked down at his needy cock and smiled.
“I think we’ll need to adjust the formula for next time,” said Fred.
George nodded in agreement. “Definitely less fairy dust.”
Draco sat up and looked around the room.
Fred and George raised opposite identical eyebrows.
“Where’s the rest of that glitter?” Draco growled. He put his hand on his hip and pointed downward. “If this is going to keep happening all night, the least you could do is keep up with me.”
The twins grinned mischievously, “Don’t worry.” They lifted their fingers and waved. Specks of red and gold shimmered in the light, piercing Draco in the eye. “We’re way ahead of you.”
Draco’s face flushed as his body buzzed with anticipation. “Happy anniversary, George,” he whispered, climbing back onto George’s body. He grabbed Fred and kissed him hard. “Happy anniversary, Fred.”
“Happy anniversary, Draco,” they grinned.