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Harry gets a very special surprise for his birthday (now with minimal unwrapping required).
SMUT, m/m/f, oral (m receiving), boobs, p in v AND p in a, implied bisexuality (well. insofar as the word "bisexual" is never brought up), narry, harry/ofc, maledom/femdom/msub, praise & degradation, men in panties (I hate that word so much it's not even funny)
Look, man, this is unedited, and the concept came to me in a dream. Let them fuck nasty. #harrysandwich
“You’re sure you can't see anything?”
“Jules, if you had this thing tied any tighter, it'd cut off the top of my head like one of those Halloween skull cups.”
Juliette laughed, waving her phone in front of Harry’s face. When he didn't react to the picture (Masha, her sister's borzoi, wearing a saddle and cowboy hat and looking utterly miserable), she was satisfied.
“Okay,” she said, taking his hands. “Come on.”
He let her guide him through the house, up the stairs, to their room. The door opened with a slight creak, and she nudged him in.
A faint scent—something musky with a pine edge and the faintest hint of citrus—filled his lungs.
Niall was sitting on their bed, looking like a fucking dream in a pair of snug fitting red boxer briefs.
“Happy birthday, mate. Your girlfriend here thought she should save the best gift for last. Sorry, we couldn't find a box that would fit, but I did put a ribbon on it.”
Indeed, there was a tiny stick-on gift bow placed just above the bulge in his pants.
“Are you going to unwrap your present, love,” Juliette asked, her lips brushing against his ear while her hand slipped around to palm at him through his trousers.
He was on his knees in a flash, knocking the bow out of the way and mouthing at Niall over his briefs.
“Fuck…”
“Good boy.” Her fingers threaded through his hair as she knelt beside him.
Niall lifted just enough to let Harry pull the “wrapping” away.
“Such a lovely gift, isn't it? You want to see if it still tastes the same?”
Harry whined softly, watching as Niall wrapped a hand around the base.
He tapped his cock against Harry's lips, a wicked smirk on his face. “Open that pretty mouth, H.”
Harry complied, parting his lips. A soft moan escaped his throat as the salty taste of skin washed over him. So much had changed since the days of sneaking around in hotels and on tour buses, but he was still undeniably Niall.
“Jesus, you're fuckin’ good at that.”
Harry swallowed, dragged his tongue along the underside, moaned wantonly around him as he felt Niall growing harder.
“Christ.”
It was Jules that pulled him off with a sharp tug at his hair. “I think we're both a bit overdressed, love.”
She stood, tugging his shirt over his head as she went. Niall took his hands, pulled him to his feet, and immediately began working at his belt.
When Harry stepped back to toss his trousers haphazardly into the laundry basket, Juliette took his place.
“Unzip me?”
Niall smirked, motioning for her to turn around. As he tugged the zipper down, his warm breath ghosting over her shoulder, she locked eyes with Harry, her gaze burning into his skin.
“God, you two are insufferably cute,” Niall laughed, groping her tits through black lace. “Do you wear matching panties every day?”
Jules shuddered. “Fucking hate that word. No, just for special occasions.”
“She gets jealous because I'm a size smaller,” Harry murmured, a slight blush blooming over his chest as they ogled him. He kissed each of them in turn before whispering, “and here I'd thought you'd just gotten a new toy.”
“Something old, something new… relatively speaking. Now, c’mere, let us take care of you, love.”
He let them pull him onto the bed, falling into a tangle of limbs and lips as they exchanged tips on pleasuring him.
“He likes when you tell him he's pretty.”
“Mm, and when you squeeze his cute little arse-”
Harry let out a high-pitched whine as Niall grabbed at his firm cheeks through his black lace panties.
“That good, eh?”
“’M wearin’ a plug.”
Juliette grinned at Niall over Harry's shoulder. “I made sure he was ready this morning.”
“Christ…” Niall pressed his fingers against the base of the plug, smiling at the low sound Harry made. “Always knew you were a filthy little slut. You were just too shy to tell me what you wanted, weren't you?”
“He's not so shy anymore,” Jules said, turning Harry onto his back. She straddled him, grinding down against the bulge that strained at the delicate lace of his panties.
Niall's fingers brushed up her spine to the clasp of her bra. He unhooked it with ease, and when she sat up to toss it aside, he caught her lips hungrily.
Harry whined, reaching up to cup her breasts.
“Poor baby, not getting enough attention.”
“I know exactly what he needs,” Niall murmured, moving to Harry’s side. “You want someone to play with your tits, don’t you?” He glanced back at Juliette for a moment and added, “I'd have to stuff something in his mouth to keep him from being too loud on the bus. Don't have to worry about that now, though, eh?”
With that, he was dragging his tongue over Harry's sternum, teasing his nipples with licks and gentle bites, while Juliette tugged his panties down.
She smiled coquettishly up at him as she began to lap at his tip and play with the base of the plug.
A broken, girlish sound wheezed its way out of his lungs as she finally pulled the plug out, the bulb giving him just a taste of that delicious stretch before it was gone.
Niall caught his lips again for a moment, keeping him occupied while Juliette stood, kicked her own panties into the pile of their clothes, and took the lube and a towel from the nightstand.
When she settled back on the bed, now next to Harry, she tangled her fingers in Niall's hair, pulling him over for a rough kiss. Her hand, slick with lubricant, wrapped around his cock, and his hands found their way between her thighs. He groaned softly, pumping his fingers into her.
“You're so wet, fuck…”
“Mmm, I've been thinking about this all day. Speaking of which…” She let go of his cock and wiped her hands on the towel before dropping down to kiss Harry. “How do you want it, baby boy?”
He whimpered, his arms wrapping around her. “Wanna be between you. Please.”
“Yeah? A little Harry sandwich? You want to fuck my cunt while he pounds your cute little ass?” Her voice was low, honey-sweet, but dangerous.
In lieu of an answer, he turned, rolling so he was on his hands and knees, hovering over her with his ass in the air.
“That’s it, sweet boy,” Juliette cooed, guiding him to her hole.
He ducked down, tucking his face into the crook of her neck as he sank into her.
Niall cursed under his breath, stroking the back of Harry’s thigh as he watched the way he filled her in one fluid motion. “Damn… ‘M gonna be thinkin’ about this for years.”
“Please, Ni…”
“Shh, shh.” He lined himself up, but didn't press in yet. Instead, he leaned down to whisper in Harry's ear, “Lift your head up, doll. Let Jules see your pretty face.”
He complied, sweet and wrecked and so, so desperate, and as soon as he met Juliette's warm gaze, Niall pressed forward. His eyes went glassy, his lips parted in a silent gasp, and Niall groaned, fingers digging into his hips.
“Fuck- ‘s been so long… forgot how fuckin’ tight you are.”
Harry was just barely conscious of the fact that they were doing all the work, rocking him back onto Niall's thick cock, forward into the wet heat of Juliette's pussy.
“Such a good boy, so good for us.”
“Takin’ my cock so well, you're a filthy little slut, aren't you?” Niall reached down, fondled Harry’s balls for a moment before moving to Juliette's clit, rubbing in tight, firm circles that had her arching up, her cunt clamping down on Harry’s shaft. “Y’ gonna fill her up, slut? Maybe if you cum in that perfect pussy, she'll make you clean her up, too.”
“Please-”
Jules cooed, running her fingers through his hair as he hid his face against her shoulder. “You’re so pretty, baby. My pretty boy. Maybe later, I'll fuck that cute little ass and Niall can fuck your face. Would you like that, doll?”
Harry keened, overwhelmed and yet desperate for more.
“D'ya want to suck on those perfect tits, H? I know how much you like having something in your filthy mouth.”
She grinned as he shifted to lap at her nipples. “Such a sweet boy, fuck… He’s getting close, Ni.”
“Please…” Harry’s soft whine was muffled by the soft flesh of her breast. “Please, ‘m so close, just need a little more-”
The hand Niall had been using to pleasure Jules came back up to brush over his taint before delivering a quick smack to the firm muscle of his ass.
Harry had never come so hard in his life.
He half thought he might’ve died, but the crescendo of moans and gasps around him kept him tethered to reality until the white-hot bursts behind his eyelids subsided.
“So good, so fucking good…”
Juliette was stroking his hair, still fluttering around him. He could feel Niall’s weight shift as he carefully withdrew. At the cool press of the butt plug against his abused hole, he whimpered.
“Gonna keep my cum inside ya ‘til y’ can go again.”
“Again?”
Jules chuckled. “He’s here all week. Plenty of time to play with your birthday gift.”
