“You should get dressed,” Hermione said.<\/p>\n
Charlie looked up from the harness and saddle catalog he was examining just in time to see a scrap of filmy cloth disappear into the bath. “What?”<\/p>\n
Also, what was she wearing? That had looked, in the glimpse he’d caught, like the tail end of a skirt; however, Charlie knew very well how tall Hermione was, and where her knees were, and if that was a hem, then it was one that fell about two inches below her arse. He blinked stupidly in the direction of the bath for a moment, then dropped his catalog onto the table and headed that way. Whatever she was wearing, he thought he might want to see it.<\/p>\n
The door to the bath was half-closed, and she was apparently looking for something in the cabinet behind it, because all he could see in the mirror was the occasional glimpse of her hair and more filmy blue fabric.<\/p>\n
“Hermione? Dressed for what?”<\/p>\n
She paused just an instant, then said, “For your birthday present, of course.”<\/p>\n
Charlie frowned and thought about it–oh! Actually, yes, today was<\/em> the 12th. Strange that he hadn’t head from Mum. Either way, that didn’t answer the question as to what he was dressing for. “In which direction should I be going?” he asked through the door. “That is, one of my favorite presents tends to involve very little clothing\u2026”<\/p>\n “Oh, I think you’ll want to dress to kill.”<\/p>\n “Whom am I killing?”<\/p>\n She opened the door. “Me, I hope, among others.”<\/p>\n He glanced down her body and licked his lips. “I think you’re going to have to wait in line until my heart recovers. Also, please tell me you intend to take that off.”<\/p>\n She shook her head. “No, but I think you’ll like the plan. But, seriously, I’d like to leave in fifteen minutes. Come on! Into the shower quickly, and I laid out an outfit for you in the bedroom.”<\/p>\n He shrugged and brushed past her, lingering to grope her arse until she squirmed around and shoved at his chest.<\/p>\n “No rushing.”<\/p>\n “Right.” He tugged his shirt over his head and unbelted his jeans, then showered quickly, ignoring the fact that he was half-hard from looking at her, much less touching. Wait, now he knew what she was wearing, but what did she mean, among others<\/em>? He scrubbed at his hair and cleaned his teeth quickly, then stepped out and dried with a charm. “Where did you go?”<\/p>\n “I’m getting ready,” she called. “I brought your clothes in there.”<\/p>\n Charlie spotted trousers and a rather\u2026 shiny shirt. Well, apparently she had something specific planned. He pulled the trousers on, puzzling for a moment over the fastening, then shoved his arms into the shirt sleeves.<\/p>\n Still shiny, when he looked in the mirror. He pulled on the socks and shoes she’d left in a neat pile in front of the door, then stepped out. “All right, so now you’re going to have to tell me what you have in mind.”<\/p>\n She stepped out of the bedroom opposite, her skirt now complimented by dark stockings while the top–a sort of corset, maybe, though that wasn’t really the word–was now covered by a perfectly demure-looking wrap over the pushed-high cleavage that he’d seen briefly before. “Not really. You’re just going to have to trust me.”<\/p>\n “I see.” He looked down at her feet, and strappy, spiky heels that made her as tall as he was. “Nice shoes.”<\/p>\n “I don’t plan to be standing for long. Ready?”<\/p>\n “I assume you intend to Apparate us so as to keep your secret?”<\/p>\n “Of course.” She wrapped her arms around him and grinned. “I hope you like it. Oh, Charlie?”<\/p>\n “Yes?”<\/p>\n “I think I left a tag in the back of the skirt. Right side–no, in the hem. Can you\u2026”<\/p>\n He lifted a brow, because she was obviously, obviously<\/em> up to something, but felt up under the hem of the skirt, up along bare skin–Merlin, she was wearing stockings and a garter belt, for fuck’s sake, and\u2026 nothing else. “Hermione.”<\/p>\n She shrugged. “I must have got it after all.” She gripped him tighter and Apparated them into a lushly decorated little room, all plush crimsons and creams, mirrors and soft and hard surfaces.<\/p>\n “Where–”<\/p>\n “You’ve said you wanted to try something like this,” she said. “So I thought a birthday gift seemed like an excellent time.” She stepped back and took his hand, then reached for the door and opened it.<\/p>\n Charlie followed her reflexively, then stopped as the larger room opened before him. “Oh, fuck.” He glanced at her. “Seriously?”<\/p>\n “No,” she said, rolling her eyes slightly even as she blushed. “I brought you here just to tease you.”<\/p>\n “Yes, well, at this point given you brought me here with no knickers and shoes like that and\u2026” He jerked his head toward the main room. “You could absolutely take me home and it wouldn\u2019t seem like teasing. But\u2026”<\/p>\n “But, I thought we’d stay,” she said. “Surprised?” Her blush was growing, which was possibly the thing that was contributing the most to the erection that was now tenting out the fronts of his trousers; she was self-conscious, but she was going to do this because he’d said he wanted it, and since she was too stubborn to do something she really didn’t want to\u2026fuck.<\/p>\n He nodded and put up his hand before them. “Then, lead on.”<\/p>\n She walked close to him, murmuring briefly about the house rules she’d been given with the Apparition point, then asking, “What do you see, that you want?”<\/p>\n “Everything.” He grinned at her. “Whatever you want.”<\/p>\n “No, it’s your<\/em> birthday. You can bring me here on mine if you want, and I’ll choose, and maybe I’ll ask that bloke over there to lick me while you watch. But–”<\/p>\n Charlie swallowed, cock throbbing. “That would work.”<\/p>\n “You like that, do you? But no, this is your birthday, so you have to choose for yourself. Ask for what you want.”<\/p>\n “What if I want that bloke to lick me<\/em>, while you<\/em> watch?”<\/p>\n She took his hand again and crossed to the man in question, a dark-skinned blond nearly as muscular as Charlie wearing only the simple collar and bowtie that suggested he worked here and was open to suggestions.<\/p>\n Charlie didn’t even have to ask; the man smirked and dropped to his knees easily before a nearby couch as Charlie sat down, and a moment later, he’d unfastened the odd waistband and released Charlie’s cock completely in one easy maneuver. The clothing was designed<\/em> for this, which meant she’d been entirely prepared for him to sit here in his clothes with his cock in someone’s mouth.<\/p>\n Fuck.<\/p>\n He watched her stare at his cock sliding slowly into the man’s mouth, biting her lip, eyes wide, fingers toying with the hem of her skirt, then looked around, at other couples and trios, some of them fucking, some of them watching, and groaned. “Sit with me?”<\/p>\n She sat down next to him, fingers dragging up her thighs, lifting her skirt high.<\/p>\n “You like watching,” he said. “Show me. Show him. Show them<\/em>”<\/p>\n She pulled her skirt higher, sliding her fingers between her legs slowly. The man on the floor moved a hand off of Charlie’s thigh and slid it up hers until she slouched, panting, as two of his fingers slid into her in time with his mouth on Charlie.<\/p>\n Charlie didn’t think he could take a lot more of this. He leaned over and kissed her, then pulled the wrap, which was rather off center anyway, off her, and tossed it away.<\/p>\n “And now, I want you to ride me for all these people. I want my cock inside you and everyone here wanking over us. Except our friend. He can keep on helping.”<\/p>\n The man straightened up and helped her to shift her position, his cock bumping against Charlie’s thigh and Hermione’s arse as they got settled, then kissed his way down her back as she sank down onto Charlie’s cock. The back of the couch dropped slowly back, changing their angle, and then the man was on his knees again, mouthing Charlie’s balls and kissing Hermione’s thighs and arse as they moved.<\/p>\n Charlie rocked up, watching her skin go pink with exertion now, then put his hands on her hips, stilling them. “Want more?”<\/p>\n “More?”<\/p>\n Charlie beckoned the man, licking his lips, and watched her face as the couch shifted further, making a place for their new friend behind her. A moment later, the man slid his fingers back into her, leaning forward to drop nibbling kisses on her shoulders and neck.<\/p>\n “More?” Charlie asked again.<\/p>\n She swallowed and arched, nodding, and a moment later Charlie felt the tight pressure of a second cock sliding in next to his.<\/p>\n Hermione stilled, gasping, eyes closed, squeezing tight and relaxing around them both until she adjusted to the size, then opened her eyes again and looked around as they all moved together. “So many people watching.”<\/p>\n “And you like it.”<\/p>\n “And it’s amazing,” she agreed. “Now move faster.”<\/p>\n Charlie reached around her, pulling the other man in hard, and pushed up fast, over and over until she was flushed, her hair wild, the front of her corset soaking through with sweat between her breasts. “I want you to come,” he said. “I want both of you to come.”<\/p>\n Hermione looked over her shoulder, then back down at Charlie, and shifted her position slightly, allowing shallower thrusts but pressing her clit against his pubic bone with every one. A moment later she was squeezing hard, clutching around him as the other man spilled slick and wet into her as well. Charlie shuddered and followed the two of them over, then wrapped his arms around her as the other man dropped one more kiss on her shoulder and withdrew.<\/p>\n “Happy birthday,” she murmured, “though I think I might have got the really good present.”<\/p>\n Charlie grinned. “I like to share the wealth,” he said. He nipped at her ear, then sat them up and moved her off him, onto her back on the couch. “But for my next gift, I don’t think I want to share.”<\/p>\n “Next gift?”<\/p>\n “What can I say? I’m greedy.” He pressed her knees apart and kissed his way up her thigh.<\/p>\n\n\n