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Fandom: Harry Potter/Supernatural
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. No copyright infringement intended. Supernatural is owned by CW Network and Eric Kripke.
Title: Best Thing to Offer
Pairing: Sam Winchester/Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, a reference to past Sam/Jess.
Rating: NC-17
Warning: slash, het, rimming, PWP
Word Count: ~1700
Status: Complete
Summary: Sam, Harry and Ginny walk into a
His brown shaggy hair fell down on his face, lightly touching his cheeks in an obedient manner Harry's own hair could never hope to achieve. He looked somewhat uncomfortable, blushing and alternatively giving them huge dimpled grins. Ginny thought that by now, he had probably figured out what they wanted. If not, he was in for a surprise.
Harry was at his charming best; bright eyed and smiling with an air of innocence that couldn't fool Ginny, but she couldn't help wondering whether it would fool Sam. However confident Harry seemed, Ginny could easily pick up the underlying nervousness in her husband, but she didn't think Sam could do the same. She knew Harry well and by his constant fidgeting and abuse of his lower lip, she could tell he was aroused. She couldn't help but feel thrilled herself. The tall demon hunter had attracted her attention the minute he had walked into the hotel two days ago, and flared her desire when she saw him take down a vampire single-handedly, just a couple of hours ago. The thought of him handling her husband made her throb between her thighs.
They asked him all kinds of things, he told them nothing. All they were able to find out was that he had a brother, who was around here somewhere, doing something that deserved eye-rolling on Sam's part.
"We're here because of him," he told them. "He gets the most ridiculous ides," he assured, a note of patient fondness in his voice.
Harry had boldly suggested they should retreat into their room. Sam blinked at them and studied their faces and judging by his expression Ginny thought he'd refuse. A tense moment of silence passed in which Ginny was consumed with curiosity, wanting to know what was going through the tall man's head. But then he shrugged casually and threw them a different, dark sort of look that sent a pleasurable shiver down Ginny's spine.
"All right then," he said.
Harry was the first to initiate things — her bold little Gryffindor. He got up to get more wine and when he returned, he leaned in and cupped Sam's chin gently, tilting the demon-hunter's head, and lowered his mouth to press them lightly on Sam's lips. It was a chaste kiss and Harry moved away quickly as Sam blinked at him, looking a little wide-eyed. Harry waited stiffly for Sam to accept or refuse. Suddenly, Sam reacted and grabbed Harry's head so roughly that for one terrible moment Ginny thought that Sam would break Harry's neck. Instead of doing something so horrific, Sam pulled Harry's head down for a longer kiss.
Ginny's breath hitched as the wine bottle was placed on the table haphazardly and Sam reached with one big hand and grabbed Harry's hip, pulling him closer until Harry ended up straddling Sam's lap. He cupped Harry's head and angled it so he could plunge deeper. He thrust his tongue hungrily into Harry's mouth, as Harry clutched Sam's shoulders and responded with vigour. Soon, their tongues were twisting and sliding sinuously against each other for Ginny to see. Sam's eyes were open as he teased, licking Harry's tongue lightly with his and then making Harry chase it back to Sam's mouth.
The kissing lasted too long and Ginny was sitting on the edge of her seat, panting and wanting by the time Sam pulled back. Harry looked dazed and out of breath as he worked his hips and rubbed himself against Sam while Sam's hands squeezed Harry's arse encouragingly.
Sam grinned at him and then stood up suddenly, placing Harry on the table with ease. Harry gasped and glared not pleased with this manhandling, but Sam didn't see it because he levelled his gaze on Ginny.
"Come here," he said in a low voice, one hand clutching Harry's thigh and the other reaching towards Ginny.
Ginny couldn't refuse even if she tried. Her treacherous body moved instantly, and she stood up and walked over towards the two panting men. She took a moment to sweep her gaze over Harry's dark eyes, flushed cheeks and puffy lips, but then Sam placed a hand around her waist. She felt so small suddenly, in Sam's arms, and she wondered whether she would have had the courage to approach this man without her husband at her side.
She could smell Sam's heady scent and feel the hardness of his body as he tilted her head back and kissed her.
He kissed with the same passion and fury they saw him fight a vampire today, and Ginny felt conquered as he explored her mouth, with none of that gentleness she was accustomed to get from Harry. Sam was all teeth and roughness and controlling hands that pressed her and trapped her.
Harry moaned from next to her and she could feel his lips descend on the soft skin of her neck as his hand encircled her waist, and that was enough to make her dizzy. Ginny arched as Harry squeezed her breasts and she sucked on Sam's tongue eagerly, tasting wine and Sam and Harry.
They laid her on the bed and made her come just with their mouths and fingers, sucking on her sensitive spots with a combination of gentleness and brutality that drove her insane. She was trapped between hard muscles, sweaty skin and musky male scent, and it seemed like the air was scarce and the heat all-consuming. She yelled out in pleasure with Sam's long, thrusting fingers inside her and Harry and Sam's tongues intertwining wetly over her clit.
Afterwards, Harry got on his knees and took Sam inside his mouth, inexpertly, but eagerly. That was an image that would forever linger in Ginny's mind — her husband's mouth full of Sam Winchesters' cock. Harry slurped and licked, and then coughed and choked until Sam grabbed Harry's head, pulled his it away, and told him to take it slowly. Harry obeyed and managed to find a rhythm, swirling his tongue at the head of the long cock, and sucking in with audible slurps. When Sam held Harry's head firmly and came shuddering down Harry's throat with a grunt, Harry coughed just a little. Pearly liquid dribbled down his chin and Ginny felt compelled to lean over and lick away Sam's cum from Harry's lips.
It was a bit of a shock for both of them when Sam told Harry to lie down on his stomach and then spread Harry's arse cheeks apart, reaching between them, not with his fingers, but with his tongue. Harry yelped and tried to get away and Ginny's eyes went round. But Sam held Harry's hips firmly and refused to move away. Harry's shock turned to pleas, his pleas to gasps, and eventually to needy whimpers.
Sam's tongue moved in the most delicious ways, penetrating and swirling in the place Ginny rarely touched. Sam looked at her with wicked eyes as he wriggled his tongue inside, and Harry moaned and bucked, begging for more. Ginny shivered, her hand moving toward her wetness, the sight to erotic for her to endure without action.
Harry was inside her, his head buried in her neck where she could feel his little puffs of hot breath and gasps of both pain and pleasure. Sam had the look of deepest concentration, looming over them, blocking the world, and all Ginny could see and feel was them.
Harry gave a long pained moan that turned into a whimper as Sam gasped and opened his eyes. Ginny could see that they were dark with arousal as Sam looked down at her. For some reason his gaze made Ginny shiver. Sam moved and leaned in to kiss her while Harry moaned and gasped between them.
The kiss was sloppy and short and Ginny wanted to complain, but suddenly Sam moved his hips and both Harry and she screamed. They were not given respite as Sam began to thrust inside Harry in earnest, each plunge slamming Harry's cock more firmly inside her.
Harry barely moved at first, it took awhile for him to stop whimpering. Eventually, he lifted himself up on his elbows to slam back on the cock inside him and push forward in Ginny.
They formed a rhythm — it was fast and imperfect, but it felt incredible as Sam picked up speed and effectively fucked them both. It didn't take long for Harry to cry out, and the sight of him in pleasure triggered Ginny's orgasm. Harry collapsed onto her while the whole bed still rocked with the power of Sam's thrusts that made Harry gasp continuously. He whimpered and Ginny stroked his hair and kissed his sweaty forehead. As though he felt emboldened, Harry rose up on his elbows, and looking straight at her, he moved his hips and slammed back on Sam's length. Finally, Sam shuddered and Harry gasped out a surprised Oh! sound, his eyes going round. Ginny thought it must be odd for him to be on the receiving end of someone's seed spilling inside him.
Harry kissed her then — it was a long needy kiss that reassured them both and left them breathless.
Sam collapsed on the bed beside them, breathing heavily and staring at the ceiling. He looked at them and suddenly he seemed vulnerable and younger.
"I had a girl once," he murmured. "We were happy. Like you."
He made no further explanation and they didn't know what to say. Instead, they scooted closer and used their tongues and mouths to comfort him. Soon, Sam was no longer sad and wistful but hard and demanding.
As Ginny swallowed around Harry's cock and Sam slammed inside her from behind, she wondered whether Sam was imagining a different women and a different man.
But she forgot to wonder about Sam's thoughts as she was filled on both ends, steadily losing all coherent thoughts. She shuddered for a long time, gripping Harry's hips and feeling suddenly grateful that tomorrow when Sam leaves, Harry would still be with her as always.
Sam wasn't there in the morning when they woke up and Ginny felt sad and Harry seemed somewhat gloomy as he carefully sat on a chair. She didn't expect to see Sam again, he told them he was leaving town, and Ginny decided it was time for them to go home as well.
"What do you say we pack up?" she asked her husband.
Harry smiled, sipping his tea. "Yeah, I think we just got the best thing Vegas had to offer. Might as well leave while we're winning."