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This is an ANONYMOUS kink meme. Feel free to fill kinks un-anonymously, but generally, this is anon.

- kink means kink! Let's keep the ratings at R and above. ;D
- IP logging is off, anon is on.
- ONE request per comment.
- for simplicity's sake, put a summary of your request in the title field (request: threesome, bondage, delayed gratification would work perfectly), more details can be provided in the comment.
- post as many comments as you want.
- even if a request has been filled, it doesn't mean it can't be filled twice! thrice!
- please keep all characters 17+ of age. See this post for our under-age policy.
- Harry and Draco are allowed to have playmates (threesomes! orgies! Anything goes!) but please keep them as the main pairing in your fills.
- keep it civil! offensive, flaming and rude comments will be deleted.

ETA 9/10: OKAY PEOPLE. LOOK AT THIS. PLEASE. IT MAKES THE MODS' LIVES MUCH EASIER.
Fills:
- Post them as replies to replies to replies to the request comment. That means: If your fill is too long to fit into one comment and you must split them into two or more, then you should post the second comment as a reply to your first comment, like this, as opposed to this. By keeping the fills as replies to replies, we can bookmark the individual fill-threads. Thank you!
Multiple fills to the same request that aren't posted like this ARE A PAIN IN THE ASS to save on delicious because delicious only allows you to save a link ONCE. When you post your fills IN THE BAD WAY, we are forced to link to the request comment in order to get the entire fill saved, this means ALL THE COMMENTS to the request will be there, NOT JUST THE FILLS ALONE, so readers have to wade through piles of "I second this!" or author-op conversations or whatever else there would be, before they'd get to the fill. And the second one. And did we mention the difficulty in saving the fills on delicious? WE ARE BEGGING YOU, PLEASE ADHERE TO THIS RULE AND HELP US KEEP THINGS SIMPLE. Thank you.

- Please put in a warning for the major triggery things! (Specially if your fill includes triggers not prompted by the request.)

Art fills:
- do not use HTML-tags. Leave the link to your art in the comment without html tags or LJ will fuck it up for you due to anon commenting. If you choose to comment un-anonymously you can ignore this.

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HAVE FUN :D

Off-topic discussion post can be found here.

AS PER REQUEST: The link to the meme in flat view, the link to the delicious archive for H/D kink fills (also found in the sidebar of this journal) and how to track a post or comment, which is particularly useful when posting anon.

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From: (Anonymous)

Draco and a man of your choice tag Harry.

From: (Anonymous)

What does this mean? Is it writing or otherwise marking Harry? Does it mean tag team sex? I googled it but got nothing definitive.

From: (Anonymous)

Yes, tag team sex. :)

From: (Anonymous)

Here, OP. Not sure it's what you're looking for, but I hope you like it anyway. ;)

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“Yes, that’s it, just like that,” Draco says and he eyes the pair of them while he strokes himself, lets his gaze linger on the curve of Charlie’s arse flexing with his thrusts. Six months they’ve been at this and it’s still new, there’s still that heady sense of the illicit watching Charlie Weasley naked and covering Harry so completely.

Harry’s mouth opens like he means to talk but his eyes are bright and his cheeks are flushed, his hair’s a manic tangle matting itself with every turn of his head against the pillow, every arch of his neck when someone hits a sweet spot and makes him groan; Draco can’t say he’s prepared to share Harry all the time but there’s something lovely about having this, watching Harry come apart and being able to just watch.

After all, Draco already knows how it feels to kiss Harry’s mouth now, how soft and slack his lips will be and how unsteady his breath, just like Draco knows that crooking Harry’s hips up an inch is going to make him stutter.

There are distinct benefits to knowing Harry, not the least of which is having all the muscle-memory to make best use of the display before him.

Charlie growls at him, rough and low, and Harry’s eyes glaze as Charlie ducks down by Harry’s ear. Draco’s just glad Charlie ducks down on the far side because watching the two of them, Charlie still moving slightly like he just cannot bring himself to stop shoving his cock up Harry’s very, very slick arse and Harry’s little shiver at something Charlie does, it’s quite possibly the hottest thing Draco’s seen all day. He’s always thought he’d be jealous, sharing Potter, because look what it took to win him over in the first place, but he isn’t. Might be that’s because he knows who’s staying, who’s going to get to roll over come morning and rub off on Harry’s thigh before they’re either of them properly awake. Might be that Charlie likes them both, that he’s as keen to suck Draco off quick and dirty as he is to watch Draco lick Harry’s arse soft and loose.

Might just be that sometimes, it’s a bit like having interactive porn, the dirty picture he can touch. Sometimes, it’s not Harry and Charlie he sees grinding restlessly against each other, it’s a stocky, well-cut ginger with a smattering of scars and the rather rangy bit of dark-haired trade he makes look delicate underneath him.

Sometimes, it’s just one lovely, well-curved arse with cheeks Draco wants to bite flexing over a gorgeous, senseless creature with rather knobby knees and a mouth Draco wants to suck.

“Does he feel good, sweetheart?” Draco asks, because he wants to see Harry try to regain some semblance of time and place; it’s always so enticing to watch him fail at it, hear that soft little sound as he gives up and gives in.

“Yeah, he does,” Charlie says, gruff and a bit short of breath, and he meets Draco’s eye pointedly as he looks up, turns his head so his mouth’s a half-inch from Harry’s. “He’s being so good for me. Taking it so well. Aren’t you, Harry?” Charlie’s mouth must graze Harry’s skin then because Harry squeaks a little, comes out of it enough to meet Draco’s watch.

For a long moment, Draco can’t think any further than that Harry’s putting on a show for him, working himself up onto Charlie long and filthy while he eyefucks Draco from five feet away.

“Do you want to come?” Draco murmurs, just for Harry’s ears. He’s vaguely aware Charlie’s saying something, talking dirty like Harry likes, and Harry’s hips jerk up once, twice, hard and fast enough that Charlie gets a hand down to hold Harry’s waist. “You do, don’t you? Wicked tease.” It’s only long practice that gets that accusation out in the right tone; Draco’s learned it best groaning in Harry’s ear when he’s got a knee positioned dangerously near Harry’s balls and hours of touchless flirting burning up under both their skins. It is so, so hard to keep his voice calm, to keep himself where he is, but he knows it’s Charlie’s turn. “Am I only meant to watch?”

From: (Anonymous)

He thinks it makes him sound too like his father but Harry likes it, says it sounds like Draco being a right prick to his staff, and Draco has quantifiable evidence Harry likes that just fine.

Then Harry’s face is twisting right up and his hips jerk hard and Draco knows exactly what that is, that’s Harry coming despite himself. Charlie doesn’t fight him on it, Charlie just rolls with it, laughs a little and nuzzles into Harry’s hair while he does.

“Couldn’t wait, huh?”

Harry turns blindly into the kiss—experience says he’s not seeing anything just now—and Charlie meets him halfway, open-mouthed and sweet, fleeting contact that never quite seals. Harry’s hand drifts off Charlie’s back where he’s been clawing, stretches out in Draco’s direction. Charlie speeds up, shortens his thrusts and spreads Harry’s thighs that much wider, sinks in that much deeper and lingers. Draco can’t see Charlie’s balls drawing up any more than he can see Harry’s cock striping come up Charlie’s chest but he knows it’s happening all the same.

Charlie doesn’t just get off in Harry’s arsehole, Charlie uses it, milks himself with what Draco knows are very, very good clenches as Harry comes. Draco can’t argue it, he does the same himself, because Harry never takes it as deep or well as he does when he’s coming; sometimes, Draco thinks he could do anything, just then, and Harry would just tremble-flutter against him and clench up to keep his arse stuffed.

Draco’s already had his turn, pushed himself into the wet heat of Harry’s mouth and teased Harry’s nipples while Charlie had been crouched between Harry’s thighs, sucking the tip of Harry’s cock and toying slick fingers in the general direction of Harry’s arse; Draco’s quite sure he remembers stroking hair off Harry’s cheek when he’d fucked his way down Harry’s throat. Charlie’s always so patient but Draco can’t ever seem to wait. Charlie jokes that it’s Draco’s way of making sure he lasts once they’ve started; Harry swears it’s Draco being a greedy prick.

Frankly, Draco thinks it might be a bit of both.

At any rate, he’s had Harry’s mouth and Charlie’s fingers sneaking-slipping up to tease-pet the sensitive skin behind his balls, dipping down to pet-rub the knot of muscle between Draco’s arsecheeks while Charlie mouths and lips and tongues over Harry’s pretty prick, and Draco knows he’ll have his own just now watching them, knows he could so easily have whatever he wants from either of them if he asks.

Knows, too, that there’ll be rubbing off come morning, because there so often seems to be when they’ve had Charlie over.

So he’s really not expecting the way Harry’s staring at him, impatient and hot, or the way Charlie’s pulling himself away so quickly, slumping down beside Harry on his side and watching Draco with obvious anticipation and a hint of amusement playing across his lips.

“Don’t think he heard me,” Charlie says to Harry, who bites his lip on a smirk that’s not half as fuck-glazed as it should be.

“Maybe he likes it in his chair?”

That’s plain tease, that tone, and Harry knows it; that’s the one he uses when he wants to be spanked.

Draco’s fist tightens reflexively at the filthy suggestion in Harry’s face, eyes still hot and wild, mouth not nearly slack enough. “I’m sorry?”

“I said—” Charlie begins, stressing the second word unmistakably. “—you should get over here and try it for yourself.”

Charlie’s watching Draco’s fist move—or not move, why has he stopped—on his increasingly interested prick, but Harry’s watching Draco’s face, charting something immeasurable the way he does sometimes, like he sees things Draco won’t ever admit aloud.

There’s a reason Charlie leaves, a reason Harry never does, and that distinction is all right there watching him ham-fist his dick.

From: (Anonymous)

“You should, you know,” Charlie baits. “He’s so wet. Never felt him this loose before, it’s bloody brilliant, you should get over here before he tightens up on us.”

“I don’t think—” Draco starts, because he has had his turn, he’s mostly meant to watch tonight, only Harry says, “Fuck,” like a prayer.

So that’s really all Draco gets to say. Harry splays out for him all slick and damp and used, a complete cocktease all the same, and even if Draco knows there’s no way Harry’s actually up for another go this soon, he also knows that look, the one that promises Harry means to shag him through the mattress if Draco would just shut up already and get with the play.

Harry murmur-moans “Draco” as his eyelashes flutter low and it’s all just filthy and ridiculous, a deep and urgent want, and Draco’s still not entirely aware he’s moving until he’s settling in between Harry’s spread legs, squirming his hips a little to get comfortable and maybe be a bit annoying. It’s so much more fun to tease Harry than it should still be but at this point, Draco thinks maybe that won’t change. Maybe they’ll still be cursing each other and shoving at each other on the couch forever, maybe his whole life’s just going to be bickering and really filthy looks forever, and if it is, he won’t care.

It’s working out so far, and they’re going on four years since he first sacked up enough to get pissed and snog Potter on a dare.

Probably it should be awkward, thinking about drunk and snogs and forever while he’s this close to a shag and he’s got Charlie telling him in extremely wicked detail how good Harry feels tonight, but it’s not. If anything, it’s fitting, because when his cock slips into Harry at first, it’s almost accidental and once he’s in, he can’t help sliding home. Harry’s not as loose as all that—that bar’s been set by the post-fisting fuck—but he is slick, wet with lube and come and so very accommodating.

Later, he can’t really recall much about what happens next. He remembers Charlie’s voice fading in and out, Charlie angling in for a kiss from them both in turn and moving beside them at some point like he needs to rub one out, but all the best bits of Draco’s attention are fixed on Harry, who moves with him like he could do for hours and who won’t look away from Draco’s eyes, who slinks and writhes for him just like Draco likes with that pretty, bitten mouth soft and slack, and when Draco comes inside him, Harry’s already stuttering his way through what looks and feels like a distinctly prostate orgasm, tightening up on him and breathing like he’s forgotten how.

From: (Anonymous)

This was so so so so hot. I cannot explain to you how much I loved this. You are the best <3 Thank you!

From: (Anonymous)

OMG that was hot. Awesome. Looooove it. Especially Draco's distinction between why Harry stays and Charlie doesn't.

From: (Anonymous)

I swear this meme is setting new standards for hot. This is an outstanding contribution. There was something so wanton about Harry taking it and Draco completely absorbed in him, kind of worshipful. I can imagine them going all night trading off.