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"What the hell were you thinking, Ronald?" Hermione pressed a cool compress to her husband's split lip as she shifted their son on her hip. "You could have killed him!"
"I've already said I'm sorry, but I'll get on my knees if that's what you want."
Hermione removed the compress and Harry flinched slightly as Ron shot him some sort of look Hermione couldn't read but wanted to smack off of his face purely on principle.
"And you," she said, narrowing her eyes on Harry and then settling James onto his lap. "How many times have I told you that you're not allowed to come home injured? Accio Murtlap Essence." The small bottle flew into her hand and James reached for it happily as Harry pressed the back of his palm to his still oozing lip.
"Stay still," Hermione ordered, unstopping the phial and taking Harry by the hair gently to tilt his head back. She watched as he tongued the inside of his lip, hissing when she moved his head again for a better angle.
"You're gonna scare the baby," he said, though James was busy happily chewing on his own foot.
Hermione looked briefly down at their son, his full cheeks and newly budded teeth on full display, making him look absolutely cherubic. He looked a lot like she had as a baby. Their hair was very nearly the same, and his skin was just a little lighter . . . but he had Harry's eyes.
At her brief attention, James let out a pleased screech and in the nearby window, Harry's owl Friede let out a bleating noise to echo the baby's pitch perfectly.
"It's not Ron's fault," Harry muttered as she tended to him. "He's actually getting a lot better at his attacks—"
"What do you mean actually?" Ron demanded.
"—and I wasn't paying attention. I was just distracted, is all." Then, as she leant forward to check another cut on his hairline, Harry took advantage of the view down her blouse. James, from Harry's lap, reached up eagerly and tugged at the fabric.
"Eyes up, the both of you," she said.
Ron made a face and audibly gagged. "Can you bother with the foreplay when I'm not here?"
Hermione stuck a finger into Harry's mouth and pulled his cheek over so that she could peer inside. If he'd cut himself on his teeth, that would need mending too
"Please," said Hermione, dripping some murtlap essence onto the wound inside Harry's mouth and scowling at Ron while Harry retched a little at the taste, "If this were foreplay, James would be in his cot and I'd be wearing far less."
Harry mumbled incoherently, waggled his eyebrows, and then laughed at whatever filthy thing he'd tried to say around Hermione's finger and the murtlap essence in his mouth.
"Besides," she continued, "I don't feel particularly bad about making you uncomfortable when you've managed to maim my husband." Harry made a loud scoffing noise of offended disbelief, accidentally swallowing some of the murtlap and choking a little. "I need this mouth, you know."
"The two of you are disgusting," Ron said firmly.
Harry, apparently unable to take it any longer, pulled away from Hermione and spit out the remaining murtlap essence into a nearby cup, which he then had to move quickly out of James's reach.
"Ugh, I can't." He cleared his throat. "Mate, if you think we're bad now, you might want to rethink coming to the club with us tonight."
Ron's face turned maroon, and he looked down at his feet. "Wish I could, but Lav's all excited. Night away from the kids and she finally gets to see the utterly depraved life you two live amongst Muggles? Ha. I'd be lucky to get out of this."
"Depraved," Harry said with a chuckle, rolling his eyes. "You'll soon see how tame we are."
"Not entirely tame," said Hermione, giving him a wicked look before she remembered that she was irritated with him and frowned.
Grinning, Harry attempted a silent apology for getting hurt by sliding a hand up the back of her leg. It sent a shiver straight up her thighs, but Ron and their baby were right there, so she ignored it. "And be nice to the Muggles. We don't need you freaking out and having to call in backup because you flared up some accidental magic due to being all repressed."
Ron clutched his chest. "I. Am not. Repressed."
"All done here, I think," said Hermione, setting aside the Murtlap Essence and lifting James up into her arms again. "And I swear to god, Harry, if your mouth isn't in working order for tonight I'm going to scream."
"Oh, you'll scream all right," Harry said darkly.
Hermione squeezed James just a little closer and tried to ignore the arousal which was her body's automatic response to such looks.
Still huffing, Ron held his hands out toward Hermione. "Give me the baby before he learns any of those words," he demanded. "I'll run him by Mum and Dad's with my lot in about an hour."
She gave James several kisses on his fat cheeks and nuzzled the crook of his baby soft neck. He smelled of milk and powder and sweetness, and she wanted to gobble him up.
"His bag is by the Floo," Harry said, scratching at the cut on his hairline.
"You be a good boy for Granny," Hermione said to her son, who just cooed in response, before passing him reluctantly to Harry for a quick cuddle.
"Don't listen to Mum," Harry whispered conspiratorially to the baby before kissing the top of his head. "You do whatever you want. That's what time at Gran's is for."
As Harry passed James to Ron, Hermione looped an arm around his waist. It was still an odd feeling, watching idly as her son left her sight. She wasn't used to it yet, and she dreaded the day he would start at Hogwarts.
"Mind his head," she said automatically. "He likes to lean back and bang it against door frames."
Ron gave her an incredulous look. "Should I remind you that I'm actually more experienced at this than you are? Bloody looking after babies and their bloody little heads practically since I left Hogwarts."
Hermione sniffed, unwilling to let on that she was amused. "Remember to dress Muggle. Oh! And tell Molly he'll need a bottle before he nods off."
Harry tugged her closer to him. "Go before she changes her mind. We'll see you at Limitation tonight. Don't be late. Last thing we want is for you to go in on your own for the first time."
She watched as Ron left with half of her world in his arms, and then she rounded on Harry again.
"How many times have I told you to be careful?" she asked, fear and anxiety roiling in her gut again at the sight of the little wound still there by his hair. She pulled her wand and mended the cut then tucked it away again. "It's not just us anymore!"
With dark eyes, Harry stepped into her space, reaching his arms down until his hands firmly cupped her arse and lifted her off of the floor. Settling her on the edge of the nearby sink, he sighed and kissed her forehead.
"It was just an accident," he promised. "And we weren't even in the field. Just some casual sparring. We had a medi-witch there on staff, but I didn't want to be late coming home because they had a line of new recruits with more serious injuries waiting outside the office."
"That doesn't make me feel better, you know. If this can happen in a training room—"
"This happened because I trusted Ron a little too much," Harry said. "I don't trust anyone when I'm actually out of the sparring rooms. And I couldn't help it. I was thinking too much about tonight."
She frowned, feeling her brows knit together as she studied his lip. It was healing nicely, and there was only a faint line left now.
"Kindly don't think about sex at work anymore then," she said, but then she looked up and forced herself to look him in the eye.
She was always put on edge when he was injured. There had never been anything truly serious . . . a broken bone once, several lacerations that had been healed with little trouble, and a nasty hex that had landed him in St Mungos overnight when they'd been newly married . . . but she couldn't help the desperate fear that seemed to grip her every time he was hurt.
Harry smiled and leant forward, trailing kisses up the side of her neck that made her shiver. He breathed out against her skin and gently ran his fingers up and down her sides. "I promise, Hermione," he said, sounding genuinely apologetic. "I'll be more careful."
She sighed, tension melting from her as her body loosened against him. "Thank you," she said.
Pulling back to look at her, Harry grinned. It seemed such a short time ago that they were still children running around Hogwarts, but the small little laugh lines already developing around his eyes told another story.
"Now that my drama is done and over with, are you excited about tonight?" Harry asked, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet. "I know it's been well over a year since we last went to the club—" Since they'd found out that she was pregnant with James, in fact "—so if you don't feel ready yet, we can always postpone going."
She thought about dismissing the question, but she knew a great deal of their relationship depended on honest and open communication, so she took the time to think it over.
"Little nervous," she admitted at last, once she had relieved that the anxiety she'd been feeling wasn't just about Harry's injury. "I mean I—well, I've had a baby. I'm not exactly as . . . svelte as I once was. The idea of being on display . . . I love it, but I worry that you wouldn't want me to—and then there's the idea of Ron and Lavender seeing it all . . . "
She liked to be watched. It had become something of a personal kink since they'd begun frequenting Limitation after Hogwarts . . . but she'd never shown that side of herself to anyone she'd known before the club.
Harry grabbed both of her hands and brought them to his lips, kissing her knuckles. "Well, first, I can absolutely promise you that Ron and Lavender won't venture past the bar. Not only because I know him that well, but also because Ginny and Parvati are back together again, and they're meeting us there. Gin's promised me that she'll keep an eye on Ron so we can play."
The words were a relief, and Hermione felt the hard knot in her stomach begin to soften.
"Thank you," she said softly.
"Now, as for this body of yours," he said, growling a little under his breath as he put his hands on her hips and wiggled her around on the sink. "Not only are you as . . . what was it? Svelte?" She gave a little nod, and at the gesture he continued. "Not only are you as svelte as ever, but just like every other time we've ever gone to Limitation over the years, every set of eyes in the room looking at our little corner is going to be envious because it's my cock that gets to fuck you."
"Promise?"
"Sweetheart," Harry said, grinning brightly. "You're going to absolutely love what I have in store for you tonight. I'd even go as far as to call it a gift."
She shivered at the declaration, and felt her nipples harden under her shirt.
"What sort of gift?" she asked, reaching up to stroke his cheek with one hand.
"Can't say," Harry declared firmly. "If you knew ahead of time, you'd be soaked until we got to the club."
"I thought you liked me wet and ready for you?" she teased.
Harry chastely kissed her lips. "Yeah, I do. But you also put murtlap essence in my mouth and scolded me like a child. So I think I'm going to let you suffer this one for a few hours."
He slapped the tops of her thighs twice and then walked out of the kitchen, leaving her panting and already so aroused she knew she'd be soaking her costume before they got to the club.
Going back to Limitation after over a year away had Harry filled with excitement. After they'd graduated Hogwarts and he and Hermione had fully moved into Grimmauld Place, they'd started visiting the club at least every few weeks. They had made a small handful of Muggle friends in addition to Courtney and Ivan.
Eventually, some of their friends from Hogwarts had started coming along as well.
Ginny in particular was a fan of the dancing scene and music that the club offered. Though she only ever liked to come with when she and Parvati were actively dating, but the two were so casual that no one could ever tell if they were together or broken up at any given moment. Though they didn't come all too often, one year for Harry's birthday, Seamus and Dean went with and had a grand time, though the pair never really left the bar. Luna admitted to knowing about the place, but refused to go into details as to how. Hermione had invited her once, but she said that part of her life was well behind her and she was happy to nest a little in domesticity with Harry's cousin.
So far, Harry had only ever seen one or two of their friends go into the back rooms.
Despite being the first to know about Harry and Hermione's particular lifestyle, Ron had held out the longest even with Lavender showing a deep curiosity.
Harry wasn't surprised to see that they'd arrived ahead of schedule. Outside the club and leaning against the wall were their friends. Ginny and Parvati were dressed for clubbing, and Lavender wore a tighter dress than she normally did, with her hair braided over one shoulder, blond curls covering her scars. While she had come to a place of healthy acceptance with her disfigurement, Harry figured that being around Muggles who wouldn't know what a werewolf attack looked like would make her stand out more than she would want.
Ron looked the most out of place, which wasn't a surprise at all. He wore jeans paired with a light green polo. It was an outfit that Hermione had picked out for him months earlier when they'd all gone to brunch at a Muggle establishment. Ron had never been great at dressing for Muggle places, and Harry laughed a little under his breath for not assuming that his friend would dress more for Muggles than for the club itself.
"Oh well, I look like a twat, don't I?" Ron asked when Harry and Hermione approached.
In contrast, Harry wore a dark bespoke suit; black except for the shirt and tie beneath, which were such a dark red that they practically blended with the rest of the ensemble. At his side, Hermione was covered in a dark grey trench coat, and for good fucking reason. Harry had seen which outfit she'd picked out. As nervous as she'd claimed to be about her body earlier, she'd tossed all caution to the wind as she'd slipped into a number that he knew he'd have to fully get her out of once inside the club if he wanted to play the way he'd planned to.
"Oh Ronald," said Hermione, who looked as if she were trying very hard not to laugh. "Transfigure it in the loo and you'll be fine."
"It'll be fine, mate," Harry reassured Ron. "No need to get all fancy unless you plan on coming to the back. Even then, you'll notice that the dress code is pretty relaxed here."
Just then, a pair of giggling girls stepped out of the club, each holding an individual leash that was hooked to the collar around the neck of a man that followed dutifully behind them. The girls each wore a little black dress, but the man wore a black chest harness and leather shorts that left very little to the imagination.
As the trio disappeared around the corner, Ron's mouth fell open.
"Nope," he said, and turned to leave.
"Ronald!" Lavender cried after him. "I have been looking forward to this since forever. We are going in that club."
Looking uncomfortable, Ron sighed loudly. "Fine, but I'm not wearing anything like that. And I'm doing this because I love you."
She kissed his cheek. "We can leave after twenty minutes if you hate it that much."
Ron sighed again and looked to Harry and Hermione. "No one's going to get funny with me, are they?"
"Don't be so presumptuous," Harry said with a grin, remembering his first time at Limitation. He'd been just as uncomfortable at first, especially when people kept coming up and asking him and Hermione to play. "If anyone wants anything from you, they'll ask first. And you can absolutely say no. It's the first rule of the club. No one will be offended, I promise."
"So long as you're polite," Hermione added. "And try not to gawk. It's considered rude. Healthy admiration is fine, but this isn't a zoo."
"A what?" asked Ron.
"If everyone's done coddling poor Ronniekins, can we go?" Ginny asked, looking bored as she leant against the wall. "The new Harpies coach had us all on a bloody cleanse for three weeks for some fucking reason, and this is the first chance I've had to drink this month. That and it's fucking freezing out here."
Hermione laced her hand in Harry's and gave it a little squeeze. He returned the gesture and nodded at Ginny.
As they entered the club, Harry said a hello to the bouncer at the door that he was familiar with. The man gave him and Hermione a grin and brightly said, "Welcome back, strangers!" before waving the rest of their group inside.
"Later, losers!" Ginny shouted over the heavy thud of the music as she all but darted for the bar.
Parvati rolled her eyes and watched Ginny go, turning back to stick with Lavender and Ron. Lavender's eyes were wide with interest, and Ron looked like he'd stumbled into the wrong establishment and didn't know what to do with himself other than to cling to Lavender's hand.
As for Hermione . . . Harry could practically feel her vibrating with anticipation beside him.
"Hey," Harry said to her, gesturing toward one of the sofas nearest the bar. Ivan knelt on the floor, the thick collar around his neck had a metal loop at the front which was being held onto posessively by an older woman Harry had never seen before. "Looks like Ivan's found himself a new Master."
Ron followed Harry's line of sight and balked a little. "Is he a house-elf?"
Harry laughed and clapped his friend on the back. "You going to be all right?"
Just then, a couple around their ages approached Lavender. One of the women was dressed similar to Harry but her jacket was left open and nothing underneath . The woman at her side wore a very simple dark green dress, looking more like Ginny than the other girls really.
"You're very pretty," the woman in green said to Lavender.
Lavender blushed and smiled. "Thank you. I love your dress."
Then the woman grinned and asked, "Is he yours?" while gesturing at Ron. "Does he play well with others?"
"NO, PLEASE, BUT THANK YOU FOR YOUR INTEREST!" Ron all but shouted as he pulled Lavender right up against his chest like a shield.
The couple smiled politely, gave a questioning look at Harry and Hermione—who shook their head no with a smile—and then went on their way.
"They approached me before you," Ron said to Harry, suddenly looking a bit more comfortable.
"Well done," Harry congratulated him, and beside him, Hermione pressed up onto the balls of her feet to whisper in his ear.
"Can I have my surprise yet?" she asked, and though the question made Harry want to adjust himself due to an almost instantaneous arousal, he couldn't respond because in the next moment, Ron smiled, sticking his hands in his pockets and began smugly rocking back on his heels until a thought occurred to him.
"Wait. Were they asking Lav's permission to play with me?"
Laughing, Harry kept his grip on Hermione's hand but slung his other arm around his friend. "Just relax and try to have fun all right?" He paused, taking note of the anticipatory look in Hermione's eyes. "And do yourself a favour? Stay out of the back area."
Ron looked to where Harry gestured. "What's back there?"
Harry released him and tugged Hermione closer. "Things you're not going to want to see. We don't have that kind of friendship, I'm afraid."
Making a face in obvious understanding, Ron waved them off. "Go."
Knowing that their friends were at least a little adjusted, Harry licked his lips and looked down at Hermione. "Let's get in the back so you can get rid of that coat. I want to show you off."
The way she quivered at the suggestion and her eyes trained on his, wide and waiting for instruction, said everything he needed to know. He led her toward the back rooms, nodding in Ginny's direction as she raised a drink to them by the bar, and then taking his wife through the entryway and into the hidden hall behind it.
While the building hadn't changed over the years other than a remodel on the bathrooms and adding in a few permanent structures, the rooms frequently switched what was being featured each week. The two-way mirror now showed off a single female surrounded by a group of people teasing her with various objects but nothing exactly hardcore. There was a new room specifically designed for couples eager to swing. And speaking of swings, an actual one had been installed in a room on the left. Harry took a peek inside to see it occupied, but that didn't matter. It wasn't a part of his surprise for Hermione.
Once they'd cleared most of the crowd in the hall, Harry let go of her hand and reached for the trenchcoat, giving it a firm yank to pull her closer to him. "Off. Now."
Her eyes lit up at the order, and she first untied the belt and then undid the buttons. The dark fabric parted, revealing what she wore beneath it in a spectacular display. Harry let his eyes trail upward, taking in the criss-crossing leather straps connected by metal O rings that covered her thighs, then the high waisted black lace underwear that were similarly attached to the leather garters. God, he knew he'd be able to slip his hand under the fabric beside her thigh, but he didn't think his cock would be able to make it comfortably.
Above that, more leather straps highlighted the trimness of her waist and her ribcage, a buckle connecting it to the O ring over her chest, running between both breasts and putting the black demi cup that covered her breasts on full display. Merlin, he could see her nipples through that lace.
She no longer wore her piercings since she was still breastfeeding James, and at the thought, Harry finally adjusted himself through his trousers. It had taken a few years to go back to the parlour and visit Nigel, but considering Hermione had been very pregnant and just a few weeks away from her due date at the time, Harry thought that he could handle the pain and presented his own piercing to her as a gift. Hermione had been so excited, in fact, that—at a gravid thirty-seven weeks pregnant—she'd taken full advantage once he'd returned home with a piercing called a magic cross, and she'd gone into labour later that night.
The memory of that night—at least prior to the panic of immediate impending fatherhood—was already giving him ideas. He reached a hand out and rubbed her bottom lip with the pad of his thumb, and Hermione let the coat slide down her arms, catching it and offering it to him.
Harry took the coat and threw it into the crook of his arm, placing his free hand on her waist. "Since you've chosen a little more complicated outfit," he said in a tone that was a little reproachful, "you get a choice. You can unhook that," he said, gesturing at the part of her outfit that would prevent him from easily fucking her, "right here or inside the room."
Hermione licked her lips, toying with the O rings that connected the panties to the leather straps of her garters.
"Decide quickly, or I'm taking the whole thing off right here."
"Inside," she breathed, watching him with a voracious look he never tired of.
Harry placed a hand on her stomach and slowly ran it up her torso, between her full breasts and eventually landing at her neck where the tips of his fingers toyed with the beautiful collar at the base of her throat.
"Still nervous?" he asked with a tender smile.
"No," she said. "Not since you brought me back here."
He understood clearly. There was something about the freedom in the back rooms that lended a special sort of power to a person. People at the bar might've come for a drink. People on the dance floor might've come for the music. But once you stepped through those doors, you knew what you'd come for. And everyone was on the same page.
Harry let go of her collar and then looped a finger through one of the straps at her chest, turning and walking toward the door, leading her behind him.
She followed, quickening her pace to match his and not saying a word. It was the way of things when they were like this. She was largely silent unless it was to react to his touches. The teasing came before she'd slipped into the submissive role she liked to fill.
When they entered the room, Harry wasn't surprised to see it a little crowded. A glance to the left showed him that their preferred corner was still available. He looked around, trying not to draw Hermione's attention when his eyes settled on something across the room.
In the centre, like always, a couple was putting on a display. Harry had offered it once to Hermione, and though she'd seemed eager, the timing had just never worked out between his busy workload and her work apprenticeship. Tonight, a young woman was riding the cock of a man below her who had both hands bound in front of him and a gag in his mouth. They looked enthralled with what they were doing, but it was hardly anything that he and Hermione were seeing for the first time.
He led her over to their corner, draping her coat across the top of the chair before he took a seat and turned her to face him. While it had taken a lot of nerve and a little time to warm up to playing with her in public the first time they'd come to the club, Harry had long since lost that bit of awkwardness, watching only for any hesitation on her part—of which there was none.
"Get that thing off," Harry demanded as he settled into the chair. "It's pretty, but inconvenient for what I've got planned."
She stripped with a thirsty look in her eye, moving in measured, efficient little steps that revealed first her thighs—with little red lines where the leather straps had rested—then her breasts, and finally her sex, the hair neatly trimmed and giving him a lovely view. As she moved, many of the occupants of the room turned to watch. It pleased him. She deserved their attention, and he knew that she loved it. He enjoyed it too, especially when he knew that only he could touch her.
The woman in the centre cried out loudly, drawing most of the eyes back to her, but Harry noticed from across the room that not everyone had shifted their attention away from Hermione.
Smiling, Harry looked back to her and said, "Knees" as he undid his buckle.
This night was for her, of course, but he knew that sometimes Hermione's pleasure was best drawn out when he put her into as submissive a state as possible before fucking her. Especially in front of other people at the club.
She licked her lips again, leaving a glossy sheen on the red lipstick as she did as she was told, settling her hands onto the tops of his thighs and stroking him with her thumbs.
"May I?" she asked, staring at the zipper he'd only just pulled down.
"Don't I always give you everything you want?" Harry asked, brushing his thumb affectionately over her cheek. She leant into the touch, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment as she nodded.
"Will you let me swallow it?" she asked.
Harry removed his cock from his trousers, the four steel balls of his piercing crisscrossed beneath the head. The way her tongue came out and licked at her bottom lip at the sight had him twitching a little.
"Not tonight, sweetheart," Harry said. "This is just a little treat before I give you your surprise."
She hummed and leant forward, not seeming to care that her bare arse was on display to the entire room, and then she licked him, trailing her tongue up the underside of his shaft until she reached the head, and then taking the whole of it into her mouth. He could feel her breasts brushing against his thighs as she moved.
Harry let out a relaxed breath, the tension in his shoulders releasing even as the tension in his abdomen and thighs increased. Tenderly, he ran his fingers through her already tousled curls, resting his hand on the back of her neck but letting her do all the work. He knew exactly when she liked him to grab at her, and it was usually when he was barely coherent from everything that her perfect mouth was doing.
With a little moan, she slid him farther into her mouth, her lips moving down toward the base of his cock as he felt her press his head against the back of her throat.
"Mmm, yeah," Harry said, rocking his hips up a little as she moved. He glanced across the room and grinned. "Good right?" he asked vaguely, knowing that Hermione would assume that he was speaking to her—even if he wasn't.
She groaned in response, taking him deeper still until he could feel her all the way down to his base, could feel her throat tighten as she swallowed around him. Before he forgot himself, and keeping in mind that this was her night, Harry gripped the back of her neck to ease her off of him.
"Get up here," he said, his voice husky. "I'm not going to come before you do."
She gave a disappointed little sigh that made him want to throw her over his lap, but she stood, smirking a little as she moved to straddle him.
Harry twirled his finger. "Other direction, sweetheart. I want everyone to see."
It was a favourite position of theirs. Harry's, because it had been the first time he'd seen Hermione completely lose all inhibition. That first time at the club had been nothing short of a revelation, and Harry wanted to recreate almost every moment—obviously with the exception of the lack of contraception; Hermione had dutifully applied the charm before they'd even left the house.
Her eyes widened at the order, and the playful smirk she'd worn melted away, replaced by a lusty arousal. She liked being watched . . . not in their day to day life—the reporters bothered her almost as much as they did him these days—but here in the club. When she gave herself to him. When he could touch her any which way and she'd say "yes please, thank you Harry."
She was a proper exhibitionist, and he found it both enticing as hell and adorable.
He helped her turn on his lap and felt her lean back against his chest, her arse pressed against his arousal as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Spread those legs for me," he said, lifting her and then reaching around her waist to help guide himself inside of her. He bit his lower lip and groaned, trying to keep his noises quiet because he loved listening to the ones that she made.
"Oh god," she moaned, one of her hands fisting in his hair as the head of his cock and piercing disappeared inside of her.
Nearby, a young couple paused to stare, both with wide eyes and covetous expressions on their faces.
"Isn't she beautiful?" Harry asked them, letting out a breath when Hermione rocked her pelvis.
He wrapped a possessive arm around her waist to help her move and then looked across the room with eager anticipation. "Are you ready for your surprise?"
"Fuck," she groaned. "This isn't it?" She rocked her hips again, and he could tell that his piercing was hitting that sensitive spot inside of her.
"My cock?" Harry chuckled a little. "You've owned that for years now, love."
"Merlin, you fill me up so good from this angle," she said, panting now as she finished sheathing him inside of her.
"Mmm," Harry moaned and pressed his lips to the back of her ear. "Did you happen to know that you and I aren't the only ones of our friends with a . . . unique sex life?"
"W-what?" She didn't seem to pay his question much mind, and in the next moment she was using her thighs to push herself up a little on his cock then dropping back down with all of her weight and a pleased hiss.
"Yeah," Harry said, pulling her hair to the side and tucking it behind her neck so that he could press a kiss to her shoulder. The arm around her waist adjusted her a little in his lap, and he snaked his hand down to touch right where they were connected, feeling himself moving in and out of her. "It turns out that one of our friends happens to be a bit of a voyeur."
He nipped at her shoulder to get her attention and then gestured across the room.
He could feel the exact moment she realised what her gift was because her cunt tightened around his cock in the most painfully delicious way.
There, across the room and staring right at them with lust blown eyes, was Neville.
Their friend was still casually dating Tracey Davis—who was, at that moment sitting beside Neville but with Courtney in her lap, grinding down on her—and Harry wasn't certain if it was Tracey that had introduced Neville to the club or if Luna had casually mentioned it one day. All Harry knew was that one night when he'd gone back in to fetch his coat that he'd left behind, he'd found Neville in one of the windowed rooms happily watching Tracey fuck another couple.
It had taken a few awkward conversations for both men to eventually be comfortable discussing their proclivities openly, and Harry had been very clear about his "look, no touch" policy with Hermione. While he hadn't come right out and said that it was her fantasy, Neville had seemed pretty interested either way.
"Surprise, Hermione."
"Harry." She exhaled his name, stilling completely on his lap as her chest heaved and she made eye contact with the man across the room. "How did you—Oh!"
His upward thrust was enough to make her lose focus, and soon, she was moving against him once more, open and uninhibited as she used the hand still gripping his hair to leverage herself up and down his cock.
"Happy?" Harry asked her, laughing when she made one of her noises of obvious contentment.
"You know—I am," she managed to get out between pants. She was sweating now, her body glistening with it as she worked herself over him and he reached down to stroke her clit.
Almost as though Neville could hear their conversation—or maybe it was just the way Hermione wantonly moved her body even knowing that she was being openly watched—he slowly unbuckled his own trousers and reached a hand inside.
Harry chuckled under his breath, opening his mouth and setting his teeth on her shoulder but not biting down hard, almost just to hold her there. After a few good, deep thrusts, Harry nipped her shoulder and smacked her thigh sharply. Hermione cried out in response, a sound he never tired of.
"You going to come for me?" he asked. "For everyone here?"
"Y-yes. Please!"
"Do you like your surprise?" Harry asked, feeling his own climax coming on, burning deep and low.
"Please," she said again, and he could already feel her fluttering around him as she begged. "Harry I'm going to—"
"Do it, baby. Give Neville a good show and come on my cock," he encouraged and stroked around her clit faster as his thrusts became erratic, his own orgasm reaching the tipping point as he started to spill inside of her.
She exploded, her back arching as her fist in his hair tugged hard and she screamed full throatedly. Her breasts swayed in front of him, nipples tight as she ground down against him.
Spent, sweating, and breathing heavy, Harry relaxed his touches on her knowing that she was often overly sensitive. He rubbed the spot where he'd smacked her thigh and then kissed the side of her head.
"Happy?"
"Yes," she murmured as her climax seemed to recede into gentle little pulses and she turned her head to the side so that she could nuzzle his jaw. "Thank you."
"You've been working hard lately, and I know you've been stressed with my job and the baby," Harry said, affectionately rubbing her hip. "I thought you could use a little outlet."
The End