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Harry was fucked. Sure, Hermione would probably say he was being a tad dramatic, but he knew he was right. He was fucked. (And not in the good way he imagined when he laid in bed at night with his hand wrapped around his prick.)
See, somehow in the months that he began working at Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes for Fred and George, he’d somehow developed a crush on not just one of the twins, but both of them.
At Hogwarts, Harry had heard Seamus and some of the other boys around their age talk about what it would be like to sleep with both Padma and Parvati at the same time. It always made Harry shudder. Not because he had anything against Padma and Parvati, but because those boys treated them like they were sex dolls. Having a crush on both Fred and George, well, it made Harry feel like one of those sleazy boys who objectified the Patils simply because they were twins.
Despite their antics, Harry knew the twins longed for people to see them as two individual people. While Harry had long been able to tell them apart from one another, he felt that having a crush on both of them was just as objectifying as his former classmates.
“Mate,” Ron said, breaking through Harry’s thoughts. He had a strange, almost constipated, look on his face.
“Hm?”
“Mate,” he repeated. “Look Harry, you really need to do something about your crush.”
“What crush?” Harry asked quickly. Too quickly.
Ron sighed and looked to the heavens like he couldn’t believe Harry. He looked back down and leveled Harry with a look. “You told me about it two weeks ago. Remember that night you and I stayed up drinking Firewhisky?”
Harry only recalled bits and pieces of that night. He certainly didn’t remember telling Ron about his crush on Ron’s older brothers.
Ridiculously, he asked, “You sure that was me?” mentally smacking himself in the face.
Ron’s expression told Harry just how done he was. “I had to hear about how George had the nicer butt while Fred had the nicer thighs. Two things, I might add, that I never wanted to hear about my brothers. Ever.”
Harry scoffed. “That doesn’t sound like me.” Ron flicked Harry’s ear. “Ow!”
Ron’s face grew serious. “You should just tell them. No one will mind if you date the twins.”
Harry pulled a face. “When have people not judged me?”
“What’s a few weeks of rumors compared to happiness?” Ron asked.
That was surprisingly insightful of Ron.
“I suppose you’re right. But I can’t. They’re my bosses. There would be power imbalance in the relationship.” See, Harry did listen to Hermione. He knew all about power dynamics in relationships.
Ron scoffed. “Harry, you aren’t their employee, you’re their partner. Besides, it isn’t like you need to work for them. You have enough money to never need to work.”
“Ugh, I hate when you’re right, you know that?” Harry said, burying his face in his hands.
Ron slapped him on the back, chuckling.
*
“Daydreaming again, Harrikins?” George asked, tearing Harry from his thoughts. He actually had been daydreaming again about how nice it would be to be sandwiched between Fred and George while they touched him.
Harry blushed. “Uh…”
George chuckled. “I’m just messing with you, Harry,” he said, wrapping an arm around Harry’s shoulders and drawing him in. Harry couldn’t help but lean into George, loving the way he fit under George’s arm.
“Sorry,” Harry mumbled, still blushing. “Sometimes I just get lost in my own little world.”
Growing serious, George said, “I’ve noticed. We all need a bit of a break from reality sometimes. You especially.”
Harry looked at George. “Me especially?” he asked.
George flushed. “I just meant that you haven’t had the easiest life, Harry. If you wanted to drift off every now and then, who am I to argue?”
“Oh,” Harry said softly. “Thank you, George.”
George gave him a soft smile. “Anything for you, Harry.”
“Ooh,” Fred said from behind them, “is it the time of day when we cuddle Harry?” He moved to Harry’s other side and wrapped an arm around him too, his hand settling on Harry’s hip, rubbing small circles that drove Harry crazy.
“My favorite time of day,” Harry said without thinking. He blushed, yet felt safer, more secure, than he usually did. Being tucked between the twins was heavenly.
“Is it now?” Fred asked. He and George shared a look above Harry’s head, silently communicating in that way they did.
“Um, well, yeah,” Harry admitted, cheeks on fire. “It’s nice.”
George gave Harry’s arm a squeeze. “We like it too, Harry. We like it too.”
*
Harry stared like a deer in the headlights at the man before him, his face flushed. Introducing himself as Jeremy, he was older than Harry’s twenty years, maybe late twenties or early thirties, and flirted shamelessly with Harry. While Harry did find him attractive, he definitely wasn’t about to go out with a stranger who told him they’d like to bend him over a kitchen table and eat him out. Sure, Harry was in his sexual peak or whatever, but he wasn’t so good at one night stands. The only one he’d had was with a Muggle and left him feeling hollow.
“So, what do you say, Potter?” the man asked, leaning forward on the checkout counter. “Go out with me later?”
Harry gulped, looking around for an exit. Luckily, he met Fred’s eyes across the sales floor. Fred left the customer he’d been chatting with stroud over. “What’s going on here?” he asked.
The man gave Fred a pissy look. “Nothing for you to worry about.”
Fred met Harry’s eyes and he could only hope Fred could tell that Harry had frozen up, that he couldn’t lash out at the man the way he wanted to.
“Why don’t you get the fuck out of here,” Fred said, crossing his arms over his broad chest.
“The twink isn’t worth it anyway,” the man scoffed, stomping toward the door.
“Harry’s worth everything, you utter prick!” Fred yelled at his back. He turned to Harry, who found himself suffering whiplash from the entire exchange. “Are you okay? What did he say?”
Harry felt his face heat up, imagining that it was Fred bending him over a kitchen table and licking his arsehole until he cried. “It doesn’t matter,” Harry said quickly. “He was just being a wanker. I’m okay.”
Fred’s face softened. “Good,” he said. He walked around the counter and drew Harry in for a hug. Harry’s arms immediately wrapped around him and he tucked his face against Fred’s neck. He felt Fred kiss the top of his head. “You’re so precious, Harry. You don’t deserve to be talked to that way by some arsehole.”
“Thanks for helping me, Fred,” Harry said. He wanted nothing more than to press his lips to Fred’s neck, to feel his pulse there and to lightly bite down.
Fred pulled back, an earnest expression on his face. “Anything for you, Harry. I mean that.”
*
“I’m fucked, Hermione,” Harry said dramatically, flopping into a dining room chair.
Hermione looked up from her paperwork and raised an eyebrow. “Oh?” she said. “What ails you, Harry?”
Harry sighed, looking down at his hands. “I thought I just had a crush on Fred and George, but I think it’s more than that.”
“I know, Harry,” she said, giving him a comforting smile. “It’s a little obvious.”
Harry groaned into his hands. “It’s just…they’re so sweet to me. I mean, sure, they still joke around with me and stuff, but they’re also always giving me hugs and helping me. Fred told off this jerk who was hitting on me earlier.”
Hermione looked pensive for a moment. “I must admit they do treat you differently than they treat everyone else,” she mused. “They have a soft spot for you, Harry.”
“That’s what makes this so hard. I know we’re friends, but do they like me out of obligation for giving them my Triwizard winnings, or is it something more than that?”
Frowning, Hermione said, “Harry, there’s no way they’d like you out of obligation. You should know better than that. Besides, they insisted on paying you back and then some. They genuinely like you and I think you know that.”
“Yeah, but do they like me? Or do both of them like me? It would be so awkward if only one of them liked me while I had feelings for his brother too.”
Hermione laughed. “Yeah, that would be a little awkward, but I don’t think you have anything to worry about.”
“I hope you’re right,” Harry said. Because he really did think he had to tell them or he would continue pining forever.
“Merlin, just fucking tell them already,” Ron yelled from another room, making Hermione dissolve into giggles. It was contagious and Harry found himself laughing too, giddy with the thought that maybe Fred and George really did love him too.
*
The next day at work was awkward to say the least. Harry planned to tell the twins about his feelings for them after work, but that was hours away, leaving him with too much time to second guess himself.
“Are you okay, Harry?” George asked after Harry dropped the merchandise he was shelving for the fourth time.
Harry whipped around, his brown cheeks already burning. “Fine!” he said. He cleared his throat. “I’m fine.”
George’s eyes narrowed. “Are you sure? You’ve been jumpy all day.”
“Yep, totally fine,” Harry replied, wincing at himself.
Fred walked over, his hands on his hips. “What’s going on here?” he asked. He’d been extra protective of Harry since that perv hit on him. It made Harry’s heart clench.
“Harry’s off his rocker, I reckon,” George said. His eyes narrowed. “And he’s lying to me when he says he’s fine.”
“Alright, everyone out!” Fred shouted. “We need to close for the day!”
“Wha-?” Harry said, his eyes wide. “What are you doing?”
Fred just ushered the customers out, flipped the sign to close, and locked the door.
“C’mon,” George said, grabbing Harry’s hand and dragging him to the back room and up the stairs to their apartment.
Harry silently followed him, Fred behind him. Once they were inside, George marched him over to the couch and pushed him down. Harry flopped back and adjusted himself, watching as the twins took seats on either side of him.
“Now,” Fred began, “why don’t you tell us what’s going on with you.”
Harry felt a pressure build in his chest. Practically shouting, he uttered, “I like you both.” He looked between Fred and George, who both had wide eyes.
“You do?” George asked. “We never thought…”
“We never thought you would,” Fred finished.
Harry scrunched up his face. “Why not? You’re both great!”
“We can be…too much for some people,” George said. “It’s happened before.”
“You’ve never been too much for me,” Harry said in a soft voice.
Face more sincere than Harry had ever seen it, Fred replied, “We’d hoped that was the case.”
“But we didn’t know. Not for sure.”
Harry frowned. “I’ve liked you for ages. I just…couldn’t say anything.”
“Why not?” the twins asked in unison.
“I didn’t want you to think I was some kind of pervert with a twin fetish!” Harry burst out, his chest heaving. Both twins grinned.
“Harry,” George said slowly, “if it was us you had the twin fetish for, well, I think we could work with that.”
Fred grinned wickedly. “Besides, I think we’d quite like it if you were a bit of a pervert toward us. Right, Georgie?”
“Oh, indubitably, Freddie.”
“Gah?” Harry said nonsensically, his brain short circuiting as he thought of all the perverted things they could do together.
“Oh dear, I think we broke Harry,” George said, grinning.
“Wah,” Harry said.
“Harry,” Fred said, tilting Harry’s chin up to meet his eyes. “We like you. We both like you. We’re happy that you like us too.”
Color burst forth on Harry’s cheeks. “Oh,” he said in an awed voice.
“Hey, that’s basically a word,” George said jovially.
“I just…for so long, I never thought you’d both return my feelings. And I didn’t want you to think that I didn’t see you as two separate people because I liked you both.”
George reached for Harry’s hand, lacing their fingers together. “Out of everyone, we know that you see us as two separate people. You’ve always been able to tell us apart when even our family can’t at times.”
Harry flushed, thinking of the ways he told them apart.
“You’re blushing, Harry,” Fred said, smirking. “Something you wish to share with the class?”
Harry blushed harder. “It’s just…” He looked at George. “It’s just that I really like your arse, George.” He glanced at Fred. “And your thighs drive me mad.”
They both grinned maniacally at him. “Oh really?” they said together.
“So if we kissed you, you’d be open to that?” George asked, leaning closer.
Harry gulped but steeled himself and said, “Very much so.”
Fred took Harry’s chin in his hand and tilted his head to the side. He leaned forward and brushed his lips against Harry’s in the softest kiss he could ever remember receiving. Not that he’d had all that many kisses unfortunately. But maybe that was about to change.
Harry hummed into the kiss, pressing just a little harder. Fred opened his mouth, his tongue darting forward into Harry’s mouth. Their tongues met and Harry felt a tingling down to his fingertips. Fred’s hand slid into Harry’s curls, tilting Harry’s head back so he could kiss him even deeper. Harry was unable to hold back a moan.
“Merlin, Harry,” George said, from Harry’s other side. He felt George’s hand grip Harry’s knee, massaging circles there that drove Harry mad. Harry broke the kiss and turned to George.
“You look utterly debauched,” George said. Harry didn’t even have the chance to feel embarrassed because George dove right in, kissing him harshly. George’s kiss was more frantic, an exquisite clash of lips and teeth and tongue.
Harry wasn’t sure who but one of the twins lifted the hem of his shirt and skimmed their fingers along his lower abs. Harry broke the kiss, murmuring “Ohhh!” at the sensation.
Harry lay slumped on the couch between them, his chest heaving from just two kisses and a simple touch. Fred’s fingers danced up Harry’s inner thigh before bypassing his cock entirely and skimming up his stomach to his chest.
“Have you ever been with a man before?” George asked, combing his fingers through Harry’s hair.
Harry nodded. “Once,” he said, cringing, “and it wasn’t very good.”
“We can make it so good for you if you want it,” Fred said. He tilted Harry’s chin in his direction and planted a short, sweet kiss on his lips.
“I want it,” Harry said, more sure than he’d ever been of anything. He wanted Fred and George so badly.
“You sure?” George asked. “We’d never pressure you. We’ll go at whatever pace you want to set because we’re in this for the long haul.”
Harry smiled, looking between the twins. “I know,” he said. “I do want it. I’ve never been with two men at the same time before. You might have to tell me what to do.”
“There are a lot of ways we could do it,” Fred said. “We just want you to know that, despite what people think, George and I are…not like that. We’ve had sex with the same person at the same time before but we’re not into each other like that.”
“Okay,” Harry said simply. Admittedly, he had heard the rumors back at Hogwarts about how Fred and George were more into each other than they were any of the people they dated, but he’d never put much stock into it though. “Maybe you guys can sort of lead and I’ll let you know if anything is too much or if I don’t want to do something?”
The twins looked at each other. “Yea, we can do that,” they said together.
“How about we go back to kissing?” Fred asked. The next thing Harry knew, he was straddling George and kissing him like there was no tomorrow. George’s hands slid around and grasped Harry’s arse, forcing his hips to move over George’s hard cock.
“Oh god,” Harry murmured, holding onto George’s shoulders for purchase. Fred walked behind him and planted kiss after kiss along his neck, sucking a bruise onto Harry’s skin. The next thing he knew, one of the twins had pulled his shirt off and had unbuttoned Harry’s jeans.
“Is this okay?” Fred asked in his ear, his hand dipping just a little below the band of Harry’s jeans.
“Please,” Harry said, throwing his head back onto Fred’s shoulder.
“Gladly,” he replied. He pulled out Harry’s cock and took him in hand, smoothing the small pearl of come into the head of his cock.
“I bet you taste so good,” George said, gripping Harry’s thighs.
“Do you want to taste him, Georgie?” Fred asked from over Harry’s shoulder.
“I’d love to,” George said.
Fred picked Harry up and sat down on the couch, settling Harry on his lap while George helped Harry the rest of the way out of his jeans before kneeling on the floor in front of Harry. Harry gulped as he watched George take him in his hand and stroke him. He moaned and then moaned louder when Fred pinched his nipples, playing with them and making them red and puffy.
Harry nearly lost it when he felt George’s lips close around the head of his cock and suck. If Fred hadn’t been holding his hips down, he surely would have thrust deep into George’s mouth. And wasn’t that a thought.
“You look so good having your cock sucked, Harry. So beautiful,” Fred murmured in his ear. “Would you like to be fingered too?”
Harry thought back to all the times he’d fucked himself with his own fingers or with a dildo. The thought of George touching him was enough to make his face flush. “Yes!” he shouted when George took him even deeper into his mouth. “Please finger me.”
“Hear that, Georgie?” Fred asked. “Harry would like to be fingered too.”
“Gladly,” George said, his voice a little rough. Using his wand, he conjured up some lube and slicked up his fingers, pressing it between Harry’s cheeks. “Ready, love?” he asked.
Harry nodded. “So ready.”
He felt the rumble of Fred’s laugh even more than he heard it. “You’re so cute, Harry. I just can’t get over it.”
Harry thought about getting indignant over being called cute, but it didn’t seem worth it, not with the way George’s finger skimmed over his arsehole. Though he supposed his boyfriends (boyfriends?) thinking he was cute was better than when Hermione and Ginny cooed over him and called him adorable.
“Here we go,” George said, slowly slipping his finger inside. Harry felt the stretch, but it didn’t hurt at all and felt even better when George fucked it into him a few times before finally touching his prostate.
Harry’s body jerked in Fred’s arms. “Do you like that, love?” Fred asked.
“Y-yes,” Harry replied. “It’s fantastic.”
“High praise indeed,” George said, grinning up at him. “Another finger?”
Harry vigorously nodded, begging, “Please, George. Another.”
George cursed to himself. “Merlin, Harry, you’re going to be the death of me.”
“But what a sweet way to go,” Fred said, making Harry’s head spin when he took Harry’s cock in hand and lazily stroked it.
George slipped another finger inside of him and continued to fuck him with it. Harry moaned, spreading his legs wider to give George more access. Harry felt on edge as he added a third finger, stretching him open even wider.
“Please,” Harry said desperately, “please, I need one of you to fuck me. You can take turns or I can suck one of your cocks too or whatever. I just need to be fucked now!”
Fred gasped, his arms tightening around Harry’s torso. “You heard him, Georgie. Our Harry needs to be fucked.”
Harry watched as George’s eyes dilated. “Yeah, okay, we can do that, love.” He stood and helped Harry to stand on shaky feet. Fred stood too and together they led Harry into a bedroom, helping him onto the big bed.
“You still want to do this, Harry?” George asked, stripping himself of clothes. Fred stood next to him also dropping garments to the floor as Harry unabashedly watched them.
Harry nodded. “I’m positive. I need you. I need you both.”
“I think it would be easiest if you get on your knees,” Fred said, rubbing soothing circles onto Harry’s hand.
Without waiting, Harry got on his hands and knees in the middle of the bed, his arse on display for them. “Like this?” he asked innocently.
The twins looked from Harry’s arse to each other, silently communicating until Fred climbed behind Harry and George kneeled in front of him. “I’ll go slow, okay?” Fred asked, petting Harry’s hips in a way that calmed Harry’s beating heart.
“Okay,” Harry replied. His fingers dug into the bedding as Fred slowly pushed inside him. It didn’t really hurt because George had prepared him so well, but it did feel intense to be stretched wide with Fred’s cock. When Fred bottomed out, Harry reached out and stroked George’s cock a few times before closing his lips around the head and sucking. George gasped and seemed to stop himself from pressing forward, so Harry reached around and pulled his hips in, reslishing in the feel of his cock sliding deep into his mouth.
Between the sounds the twins made and Fred’s cock hitting his prostate and Harry’s hand wrapped around his cock, it didn’t take long for Harry’s orgasm to hit, splattering come across the bedding. He heard one of the twins mutter “Merlin, Harry” before he felt George come in his mouth, doing his best to swallow it. The Fred came in his arse and the next thing Harry knew he had face planted onto the bed.
It took several minutes for Harry’s breathing to settle and he rolled over, noticing a twin on each side of him.
“Merlin, Harry, you’re bloody amazing,” George said, curling up to Harry.
Fred brushed dark curls from Harry’s forehead. “You took us both so well, love.”
Harry couldn’t hold back the blush. “I really liked it. I mean, I’d thought about it before, but I never thought…” He trailed off.
“Did you think about it when you were touching yourself?” George asked.
“Yes,” Harry whispered, and he could feel himself growing hard again.
“Look, Georgie,” Fred said. His hand brushing along Harry’s thigh, his skin breaking out in goosebumps.
“Why, Harry, it’s like you like us or something,” George said. He grasped Harry’s cock and stroked it.
“I do like you,” Harry said, gasping. “In fact, I love you.”
The hand on his cock paused, making Harry whine and open his eyes. He saw Fred and George both staring at him with their jaws dropped. “Was I not supposed to say that?” Harry asked, cringing. “Do you want me to leave?”
They recovered enough to both shout, “No!”
“No, we don’t want you to leave,” George said.
“We were just surprised, that’s all,” Fred replied.
“But in a good way!”
“Definitely a good way.”
George added, “We just didn’t know you felt so strongly about us, Harry, that’s all.” They both leaned down and kissed his cheeks.
“We love you too,” they said in unison.
Harry had just had two cocks fucking him at the same time, but it was the twins’ declarations of love that had Harry blushing. “Really?” he asked.
“We’d never lie to you about this,” Fred said, still carding his hand through Harry’s surely damp hair. It felt so nice and Harry nuzzled into it, drawing a soft smile across Fred’s face.
“Never,” George repeated.
Harry couldn’t keep the grin from his face. Tears sprang to his eyes, but he didn’t care and just kept smiling. “I’m just so happy,” he said, finding their hands and holding on. “You both make me happy.”
“And we’ll do everything in our power to keep you that way,” Fred replied.
“Always.”
*
Bonus scene:
Ron was scowling when Harry walked into the living room, pulling on a shirt to cover the numerous hickies the twins had surely left on him.
“You three have been together for more than a year now,” Ron groused, dropping himself into a chair. “Haven’t you gotten it out of your system yet?”
“Oh dear brother,” George said, strolling out of the bedroom wearing only a pair of boxers. Harry gulped and averted his eyes lest he get hard again, something that would only scar Ron even more. “Need I remind you that you turned up in our apartment uninvited and walked into the bedroom without knocking?”
“Mum wanted me to see where you guys were. It’s almost time for weekly dinner,” Ron said, then muttering something being a traumatized errand boy that made Harry smirk.
“I don’t know about you lads, but I could really go for roast and potatoes right about now,” Fred said, leaning against the doorway, arms crossed over his bare chest. Harry had to look away from him too.
“We’ll be there soon, Ron,” Harry placated. “We just need to shower.”
Ron stood and walked over to the floo. “I’ll let you three explain to Mum why you’re so late.”
George scoffed. “We won’t get in trouble. Harry’s her favorite son. She’d never get mad at him.”
“True,” Ron said, “but you two aren’t.”
Chuckling, Fred added, “We’ve been in Mum’s good books ever since we bagged Harry. We’re golden. She hardly ever yells at us anymore.”
Ron rolled his eyes. “That’s true. Anyway, don’t be late or Mum will have my head.”
They were late. Very, very late.