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firewhiskeyficTitle: I'm ready to show them. Are you?
Author:digthewriter
I am of legal drinking age in my region: UR...YES.
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: Seeamus/Dean | Harry/Disco
Challenge: Seamus Finnigan (sorta luck theme incorportaed)
Summary: Seamus doesn't like Dean wants to stay in the closet. And then Seamsus walks in on another couple doing it — and they are also in the closet. Maybe the closet isn't so bad if they're all in it together.
Rating/Warnings: NC-17. Voyuris… Vouryrestic… Voyeurism (sp.?). Seamus's POV. Angst. Sex. Secret relationship. GAY.
Word count: 2000+ or something.
Author's Notes (if any): Hi. So like this was gonna be a short fic but then vodka happened and it was all like, I WANNA BE ANGST AND FUCK YOU. EnJoy. There's hints of other deep rooted issues/life changes in the story. Blink, and you'll miss it. I’ve already forgotten what they were.
Seamus had borrowed Harry’s invisitiblity cloak because he needed to not be seen. He was sneaking around with Dean, and even though they were rooming together, again, Deain didn’t want to get caught.
Seamus tried not to think too hard about why Dean didn’t want to be caught with him. They’d been doing it since way long before the war. Dean had even come to visit Seamus and met his entire family. Of course, his entire family didn’t know they had been doing it. But that didn’t matter. Who Seamus did and didn’t sleep with was not their business, anyway.
It wasn’t that Dean’s family was homophobic. They werent. Dean had told Seamus that he had a cousin who was a woman and was married to a woman that was transitiong into a man. Or was it the other way around? Anyway, he didn’t want to ask because he didn’t want Dean to get all weird about it.
Seamus liked to wear dresses sometimes, but, that was another topic for another day.
After their encounter in the abandoned hallway behind the Astronomy Tower (that’s a thing…just go with it), Dean decided he wanted to spend some time in the library so no one would guess that they’d been together. It was odd, he thought (Seamus), becausse they there ALWAYS together. So now that they weren’t going back—that would have been weird. But Semaus didn’t want to aruge with Dean, because come on, the man had just come into Dean’s mouth and Dean hadn’t even wanted a return favour.
But tonight, after everyone had gone off to bed, Seamus was gunna return that favour. Dean claimed to be shy about it, but Seamus knew that he was always happy when Seamus snuck into his bed in the middle of the night and sucked him off. He had always made sure to put on a Silencing Charm because Dean was a creamer. No, screamer. He loved to fuck Seamus’s mouth with abandon, and that was the only time he seemed not so wound up.After the war, everyone was wound up, but Dean had his own guilt brewing up inside him that no one but Seamus knew about.
They had a trust. Evidently, it didn’t expand enough to share their relationship with the world. Seamus didn’t know what Dean was worried about. Was it Ginny? She’d moved on with Harry and then they broke up. Now, Harry was with someone also but it was also a hush hush situtation. Was this what their lives had come down to? Hiding the one you loved?
Seamus rolled his eyes at himself. This was the most thinking he’d done in a while. Normally, he enjoyed being in class, blowing things up, even if he could hve prevented it, and fucking Dean. When did he start caring? When had he started giving a shite about anyone but Dean and himself?
At first, he’d bumped into Ginny, at whom, he’d only grumbled.
"Sorry, mate," she had said politely to which Seamus had only barked back at her.
"I’m not your fucking mate."
With Ginny still glaring at him with surprise, Seamus moved on. He went up the stairs whre the eighth year dormitory was and made his way to his rooms. He was back earlier than he’d planned. After bumping into Ginny, Seamus remembered he was carrying Harry’s cloak (because he was so high on good sex, it was like being drunk)… so he put on the cloak and pushed the door to his room open.
Yes, he was definiely back earlier than he’d told his roommates because right in the middle of the room where Harry’s bed was, Harry was there. Tied up to the bed post, with someone riding him. Not just any someone. It was a boy Seamus knew. He was skinny, skin as pale as a ghost, and he had that hair. The hair that Harry used to obsess over. Harry had gone on and on and on about it wasn’t natural to have hair so perfectly white and blond at the same time, and it was not natural to have perfct hair all the time.
In hindsight, Seamus should have known. No one obseesed about another boy like that and didn’t want to fuck it, or him, or… wait… What was Malfoy doing with his hands.
Malfoy was rising and falling on Harry’s cock but his hand… shite! His fingers were insdie him too.
"Fuck…Draco… Just pull on them when you’re… YES."
Damn, Harry was kinky. And apparently, Malfoy could really take it.
Seamus didn’t mean for it to happen but his cock stirred, and again, for almost a second he forgot all about the cloak. As he steadied himself, trying not to have his hand rub up and down against his hardening cock, he remembered that he was hidden.
Even if the door had opened and even though he was stadning rigth there, Harry and Draco had no clue what was going on. They were so into tehmeselves that even if it were Ron, of all people, they’d be continuing fucking.
Seamus bit his lower lip and pressed his palm agianst his cock. Gods, what he would give right then and there to be sucked off. Again. He needed to go and find Dean.
He watched for a few more minutes, because, why not? Dean wasn’t going anywhere, and almost chucikled when Harry magicked his binds away and his arms came around with his hands grabbing Malfoy’s sides. He pushed up, hard, and fucked Malfoy as if they’d been dying to touch each other again. As if, they hadn’t done this in a long time. Who knew? Maybe they ahdn’t. Or maybe, every time Ron was out with Hermione, and Seamus was hanging out with Dean and their other friends, they’d fucked every night in Harry’s bed.
When Seamus would return to his room at the end of the evening, the curtains to Harry’s bed were drawn and a note about how the silencing charm was placed because he was tired and sleeping was up. No one had dared waking Harry up. And now Seamus was certain, it was all a ruse. Harry had been fucking Malfoy every night, and every night, they’d probably passed out in Harry’s bed.
All the while, Seamus was worried about sneaking around to give Dean a hand job.
"Fuck you do to me…"
And Seamus’s attention was back on his friend and his fuck toy. Harry had them switched around, and Malfoy’s hands were grabbing Harry’s arse as Harry pounded into Malfoy.
"You were such an arse today…" Harry said, his face buried in Malfoy’s neck. "Why do you have to be so fucking difficult?"
"Because you make it so easy," malfoy replied and Seamus wondered what they were talking about.
Was Malfyo being is usual arse? Was Malfoy teasing Harry when they were in public and Harry couldn’t do anything about it because all he wanted to do was kiss Malfoy and they couldn’t kiss in public because they were having a secret relationship.
Seamus could relate. All he wanted to do was show the school—heck, the wizarding world that Dean was his. Dean was his to command. Of course, they didn’t need to know that Dean whimpered beautifully when Seamus’s fingers entered his hole. The world didn’t need to know that Dean liked to pretend that he was a prince trapped in a dungeon and Seamus was his hero. That his reward was always having Dean wait on his hand and foot as a thankful, loyal prince and Seamus would reward him with praising words and fucking him in the shower.
But simple things? Normal human things like holding his hand in public, sitting next to each other in the Great Hall and not across from each other, and kissing him goodbye when they seaprated for different classes – the world could know that, couldn’t they?
The world could handle that.
Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter could handle that.
As Harry came, shouting his incoherent, passion-charged confessions to Malfoy, Seamus felt nothing. He had tears flowing down his face and he didn’t even know why. He had a beautiful relationship, and it wasn’t even about the hiding or the secrets—or maybe he was just fooling himself. Maybe it was about all of that.
He had no idea why Harry and Malfoy were fucking in secret. From the things he’d seen tonight, the way Malfoy controlled Harry and with the way Harry wanted to give all his control to Malfoy untiol the very last second where he needed to be victorious, their passion was real. Others that might witness this raw emotion would even call it real.
And that was exactly what Seamus had with Dean. This wasn’t the Harry Potter show anymore. The war was over. Vold—he who might still come back—was defeated.
For now.
Seamus and Dean could be togethere in the light. It would be no big deal, Seamus knew. They’d still be this mediocore characters in someone else’s lives, but they could be out, and proud, and tell everyone how good their fucking sex life was. This kind of reality wasn’t reserved just for the rich and the famous, they were people too, for Merlin’s sake!
As soon as he finished watching Harry come, and Draco fuck Harry’s face – because a man had his priorities – he headed out of their room and aimed for the library. He was going to have a real conversation with Dean.
About them.
Because Dean was his everything, and if Dean agreed for Seamus to be his everything, maybe they could sneak into their room together and watch Harry and Malfoy fuck. Because Seamus wasn’t above admitting that he liked watching other people doing it.
By the time he arrived to the library…Seamus was winded. He was so out of breath, he continued panting as he sat next to Dean. The table was empty. Dean tld him that Hermioen had just left and was almost envious of how Deancould continue to sit there and read. "She wanted to read a new book but it was her date ight with Ron and she didn’t want to keep him waiting."
Dean rolled his eyes and closed his book and put his quill away. "I’m quite done, anyway."
"Dean…" Seamus said, almost breathlss. "We need to talk." When Dean’s eyes expande—widened, Seamus shook his head. "No, nothing like that. I want to be out."
"Out?" Dean asked, looking slitghtly annoyed.
"I want you. I want you to be my boyfriend. Like, for real with you know, being my boyfriend and all. I dunno what’s it like to date… I mean, we’ve been fucking since—"
"I don’t want her to know. I don’t want her to know that I had feelings for you while we were still together…"
"Yeah, and she’d broked up with you for whatever reason. And kissed Harry. And then she’s been with others. I don’t think you need to worry about her. From what I can gather, she’s independed and goes after what she wants. She’s not gonna care that some random ex-boyfriends of hers is bisexual. I mean…the amount of time she spends with Luna? Maybe she’s hiding a secret we don’t know about."
"But—"
"I’m tired of this, okay?" Seamus didn’t mean to but he yelled a little, receiving a ‘shh…’ from the librarian and several scowls form other students.
"Come with me…"
Seamus grabbed Dean’s hand and dragged him back to their room. Right before enterig the room, he put on the cloak on both of them so they would be hidden. They scrouched down so the cloak would cover them both and would’t show their limbs or their feet.
When Seamus opened the door, not to his surprise, Harry and Malfoy were back at it again. This time, Malfoy was on all fours and Harry was plowing into him as if it were going out of style.
"What…" Dean whispered and Seamus placed his hand on Dean’s mouth.
"They’ll hear us. Just shut up and watch, okay?"
"I didn’t know you were into watchign other blokes fucking," Dean whispered, careful to not let his voice be louder than a warm breath in Seamus’s ear.
"I’m into you and me watching other men fucking. I’m into you and me fucking…" Seamus said, his lips against Dean’s as he licked Dean’s cheek. "I’m into you and me. Full stop."
"Fuck me. Just let me… fuck me. Let me come. Potter."
Dean’s body shivered next to Seamus and he was almost ecstatic to know that the site of Harry and Malfoy was as hot as he’d imagined it to be. Dean gulped and he unbuttoned the top of his jeans.
"We can go to your bed and hide under the covers as we listen to them…" Seamus suggested.
"You don’t… I mean… that’s perverse."
"I love being perverse with you," said Seamus.
"But… why? Why did you want me to…?"
Seamus threw off the cloak , grabbed Dean’s hand, and led them to Dean’s bed. They were out in the open now. Harry and Malfoy didn’t seem to care or had even heard them close the door behind them.
"Draco…" Harry groaned. "Fuck, I love fucking you. I need, Merlin yes! Fuck, baby…"
"You know I hate…"
"Shut up, or I won’t let you come."
.
.
.
.
As Seamus undressed and got himself warm and comfortalbe in Dean’s bed, Dean was still standing by the bed watching Harry and Malfoy.
Seamus waited. He wrapped his hand around his hard cock and started pumping in. He watched Dean as Dean watched them.
Seamus had heard about a thing called Muggle Pornography. Dean had sort of told him about it, and now he had to wonder if this was what it was like. They had a live pornography channel right in front of them.
As Malfoy came first, mumbling sweet nothings, and screaming insults to Harry at the same time, Dean seemed to have come out of his funk. He got in bed with Seamus and whispered, "should we place a silencing charm around us, and maybe draw the curtains."
Seamus shrugged. "If we had to watch them, they can watch us, no?"
"You know our lives will never be the same again?" Dean asked.
"I don’t have a prblem with that, d-you?"
Dean shook his head, and soon after, Seamus’s hand on his cock was replaced with Dean’s and they did one of their role plays without a privacy spell.
Even though Semaus’s attention was on Dean for most of the night, he could tell Harry and Malfoy were watching them, and continued to have a bit of their own fun.
Who knew? Maybe in the future, this could be a thing for them. When they were younger, he and Harry had participated in commune wanks, and now, as quasi-adults, they could all entertain each other, with taking it to the next level.
As long as Dean was his, and they were out to the world, Seamus didn’t care who wanted to watch them. He was ready to show his love to the world. And maybe ready to show Dean his dresses and lace.
(Spoiler: Dean was super into lace and fucked Seamus every time lingerie was mentioned in conversation. Seamus also left smeared lipstick prints all over Dean's cock.)
Seamus soon became Sharlene when they were alone.
Author:
digthewriterI am of legal drinking age in my region: UR...YES.
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: Seeamus/Dean | Harry/Disco
Challenge: Seamus Finnigan (sorta luck theme incorportaed)
Summary: Seamus doesn't like Dean wants to stay in the closet. And then Seamsus walks in on another couple doing it — and they are also in the closet. Maybe the closet isn't so bad if they're all in it together.
Rating/Warnings: NC-17. Voyuris… Vouryrestic… Voyeurism (sp.?). Seamus's POV. Angst. Sex. Secret relationship. GAY.
Word count: 2000+ or something.
Author's Notes (if any): Hi. So like this was gonna be a short fic but then vodka happened and it was all like, I WANNA BE ANGST AND FUCK YOU. EnJoy. There's hints of other deep rooted issues/life changes in the story. Blink, and you'll miss it. I’ve already forgotten what they were.
Seamus had borrowed Harry’s invisitiblity cloak because he needed to not be seen. He was sneaking around with Dean, and even though they were rooming together, again, Deain didn’t want to get caught.
Seamus tried not to think too hard about why Dean didn’t want to be caught with him. They’d been doing it since way long before the war. Dean had even come to visit Seamus and met his entire family. Of course, his entire family didn’t know they had been doing it. But that didn’t matter. Who Seamus did and didn’t sleep with was not their business, anyway.
It wasn’t that Dean’s family was homophobic. They werent. Dean had told Seamus that he had a cousin who was a woman and was married to a woman that was transitiong into a man. Or was it the other way around? Anyway, he didn’t want to ask because he didn’t want Dean to get all weird about it.
Seamus liked to wear dresses sometimes, but, that was another topic for another day.
After their encounter in the abandoned hallway behind the Astronomy Tower (that’s a thing…just go with it), Dean decided he wanted to spend some time in the library so no one would guess that they’d been together. It was odd, he thought (Seamus), becausse they there ALWAYS together. So now that they weren’t going back—that would have been weird. But Semaus didn’t want to aruge with Dean, because come on, the man had just come into Dean’s mouth and Dean hadn’t even wanted a return favour.
But tonight, after everyone had gone off to bed, Seamus was gunna return that favour. Dean claimed to be shy about it, but Seamus knew that he was always happy when Seamus snuck into his bed in the middle of the night and sucked him off. He had always made sure to put on a Silencing Charm because Dean was a creamer. No, screamer. He loved to fuck Seamus’s mouth with abandon, and that was the only time he seemed not so wound up.After the war, everyone was wound up, but Dean had his own guilt brewing up inside him that no one but Seamus knew about.
They had a trust. Evidently, it didn’t expand enough to share their relationship with the world. Seamus didn’t know what Dean was worried about. Was it Ginny? She’d moved on with Harry and then they broke up. Now, Harry was with someone also but it was also a hush hush situtation. Was this what their lives had come down to? Hiding the one you loved?
Seamus rolled his eyes at himself. This was the most thinking he’d done in a while. Normally, he enjoyed being in class, blowing things up, even if he could hve prevented it, and fucking Dean. When did he start caring? When had he started giving a shite about anyone but Dean and himself?
At first, he’d bumped into Ginny, at whom, he’d only grumbled.
"Sorry, mate," she had said politely to which Seamus had only barked back at her.
"I’m not your fucking mate."
With Ginny still glaring at him with surprise, Seamus moved on. He went up the stairs whre the eighth year dormitory was and made his way to his rooms. He was back earlier than he’d planned. After bumping into Ginny, Seamus remembered he was carrying Harry’s cloak (because he was so high on good sex, it was like being drunk)… so he put on the cloak and pushed the door to his room open.
Yes, he was definiely back earlier than he’d told his roommates because right in the middle of the room where Harry’s bed was, Harry was there. Tied up to the bed post, with someone riding him. Not just any someone. It was a boy Seamus knew. He was skinny, skin as pale as a ghost, and he had that hair. The hair that Harry used to obsess over. Harry had gone on and on and on about it wasn’t natural to have hair so perfectly white and blond at the same time, and it was not natural to have perfct hair all the time.
In hindsight, Seamus should have known. No one obseesed about another boy like that and didn’t want to fuck it, or him, or… wait… What was Malfoy doing with his hands.
Malfoy was rising and falling on Harry’s cock but his hand… shite! His fingers were insdie him too.
"Fuck…Draco… Just pull on them when you’re… YES."
Damn, Harry was kinky. And apparently, Malfoy could really take it.
Seamus didn’t mean for it to happen but his cock stirred, and again, for almost a second he forgot all about the cloak. As he steadied himself, trying not to have his hand rub up and down against his hardening cock, he remembered that he was hidden.
Even if the door had opened and even though he was stadning rigth there, Harry and Draco had no clue what was going on. They were so into tehmeselves that even if it were Ron, of all people, they’d be continuing fucking.
Seamus bit his lower lip and pressed his palm agianst his cock. Gods, what he would give right then and there to be sucked off. Again. He needed to go and find Dean.
He watched for a few more minutes, because, why not? Dean wasn’t going anywhere, and almost chucikled when Harry magicked his binds away and his arms came around with his hands grabbing Malfoy’s sides. He pushed up, hard, and fucked Malfoy as if they’d been dying to touch each other again. As if, they hadn’t done this in a long time. Who knew? Maybe they ahdn’t. Or maybe, every time Ron was out with Hermione, and Seamus was hanging out with Dean and their other friends, they’d fucked every night in Harry’s bed.
When Seamus would return to his room at the end of the evening, the curtains to Harry’s bed were drawn and a note about how the silencing charm was placed because he was tired and sleeping was up. No one had dared waking Harry up. And now Seamus was certain, it was all a ruse. Harry had been fucking Malfoy every night, and every night, they’d probably passed out in Harry’s bed.
All the while, Seamus was worried about sneaking around to give Dean a hand job.
"Fuck you do to me…"
And Seamus’s attention was back on his friend and his fuck toy. Harry had them switched around, and Malfoy’s hands were grabbing Harry’s arse as Harry pounded into Malfoy.
"You were such an arse today…" Harry said, his face buried in Malfoy’s neck. "Why do you have to be so fucking difficult?"
"Because you make it so easy," malfoy replied and Seamus wondered what they were talking about.
Was Malfyo being is usual arse? Was Malfoy teasing Harry when they were in public and Harry couldn’t do anything about it because all he wanted to do was kiss Malfoy and they couldn’t kiss in public because they were having a secret relationship.
Seamus could relate. All he wanted to do was show the school—heck, the wizarding world that Dean was his. Dean was his to command. Of course, they didn’t need to know that Dean whimpered beautifully when Seamus’s fingers entered his hole. The world didn’t need to know that Dean liked to pretend that he was a prince trapped in a dungeon and Seamus was his hero. That his reward was always having Dean wait on his hand and foot as a thankful, loyal prince and Seamus would reward him with praising words and fucking him in the shower.
But simple things? Normal human things like holding his hand in public, sitting next to each other in the Great Hall and not across from each other, and kissing him goodbye when they seaprated for different classes – the world could know that, couldn’t they?
The world could handle that.
Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter could handle that.
As Harry came, shouting his incoherent, passion-charged confessions to Malfoy, Seamus felt nothing. He had tears flowing down his face and he didn’t even know why. He had a beautiful relationship, and it wasn’t even about the hiding or the secrets—or maybe he was just fooling himself. Maybe it was about all of that.
He had no idea why Harry and Malfoy were fucking in secret. From the things he’d seen tonight, the way Malfoy controlled Harry and with the way Harry wanted to give all his control to Malfoy untiol the very last second where he needed to be victorious, their passion was real. Others that might witness this raw emotion would even call it real.
And that was exactly what Seamus had with Dean. This wasn’t the Harry Potter show anymore. The war was over. Vold—he who might still come back—was defeated.
For now.
Seamus and Dean could be togethere in the light. It would be no big deal, Seamus knew. They’d still be this mediocore characters in someone else’s lives, but they could be out, and proud, and tell everyone how good their fucking sex life was. This kind of reality wasn’t reserved just for the rich and the famous, they were people too, for Merlin’s sake!
As soon as he finished watching Harry come, and Draco fuck Harry’s face – because a man had his priorities – he headed out of their room and aimed for the library. He was going to have a real conversation with Dean.
About them.
Because Dean was his everything, and if Dean agreed for Seamus to be his everything, maybe they could sneak into their room together and watch Harry and Malfoy fuck. Because Seamus wasn’t above admitting that he liked watching other people doing it.
By the time he arrived to the library…Seamus was winded. He was so out of breath, he continued panting as he sat next to Dean. The table was empty. Dean tld him that Hermioen had just left and was almost envious of how Deancould continue to sit there and read. "She wanted to read a new book but it was her date ight with Ron and she didn’t want to keep him waiting."
Dean rolled his eyes and closed his book and put his quill away. "I’m quite done, anyway."
"Dean…" Seamus said, almost breathlss. "We need to talk." When Dean’s eyes expande—widened, Seamus shook his head. "No, nothing like that. I want to be out."
"Out?" Dean asked, looking slitghtly annoyed.
"I want you. I want you to be my boyfriend. Like, for real with you know, being my boyfriend and all. I dunno what’s it like to date… I mean, we’ve been fucking since—"
"I don’t want her to know. I don’t want her to know that I had feelings for you while we were still together…"
"Yeah, and she’d broked up with you for whatever reason. And kissed Harry. And then she’s been with others. I don’t think you need to worry about her. From what I can gather, she’s independed and goes after what she wants. She’s not gonna care that some random ex-boyfriends of hers is bisexual. I mean…the amount of time she spends with Luna? Maybe she’s hiding a secret we don’t know about."
"But—"
"I’m tired of this, okay?" Seamus didn’t mean to but he yelled a little, receiving a ‘shh…’ from the librarian and several scowls form other students.
"Come with me…"
Seamus grabbed Dean’s hand and dragged him back to their room. Right before enterig the room, he put on the cloak on both of them so they would be hidden. They scrouched down so the cloak would cover them both and would’t show their limbs or their feet.
When Seamus opened the door, not to his surprise, Harry and Malfoy were back at it again. This time, Malfoy was on all fours and Harry was plowing into him as if it were going out of style.
"What…" Dean whispered and Seamus placed his hand on Dean’s mouth.
"They’ll hear us. Just shut up and watch, okay?"
"I didn’t know you were into watchign other blokes fucking," Dean whispered, careful to not let his voice be louder than a warm breath in Seamus’s ear.
"I’m into you and me watching other men fucking. I’m into you and me fucking…" Seamus said, his lips against Dean’s as he licked Dean’s cheek. "I’m into you and me. Full stop."
"Fuck me. Just let me… fuck me. Let me come. Potter."
Dean’s body shivered next to Seamus and he was almost ecstatic to know that the site of Harry and Malfoy was as hot as he’d imagined it to be. Dean gulped and he unbuttoned the top of his jeans.
"We can go to your bed and hide under the covers as we listen to them…" Seamus suggested.
"You don’t… I mean… that’s perverse."
"I love being perverse with you," said Seamus.
"But… why? Why did you want me to…?"
Seamus threw off the cloak , grabbed Dean’s hand, and led them to Dean’s bed. They were out in the open now. Harry and Malfoy didn’t seem to care or had even heard them close the door behind them.
"Draco…" Harry groaned. "Fuck, I love fucking you. I need, Merlin yes! Fuck, baby…"
"You know I hate…"
"Shut up, or I won’t let you come."
.
.
.
.
As Seamus undressed and got himself warm and comfortalbe in Dean’s bed, Dean was still standing by the bed watching Harry and Malfoy.
Seamus waited. He wrapped his hand around his hard cock and started pumping in. He watched Dean as Dean watched them.
Seamus had heard about a thing called Muggle Pornography. Dean had sort of told him about it, and now he had to wonder if this was what it was like. They had a live pornography channel right in front of them.
As Malfoy came first, mumbling sweet nothings, and screaming insults to Harry at the same time, Dean seemed to have come out of his funk. He got in bed with Seamus and whispered, "should we place a silencing charm around us, and maybe draw the curtains."
Seamus shrugged. "If we had to watch them, they can watch us, no?"
"You know our lives will never be the same again?" Dean asked.
"I don’t have a prblem with that, d-you?"
Dean shook his head, and soon after, Seamus’s hand on his cock was replaced with Dean’s and they did one of their role plays without a privacy spell.
Even though Semaus’s attention was on Dean for most of the night, he could tell Harry and Malfoy were watching them, and continued to have a bit of their own fun.
Who knew? Maybe in the future, this could be a thing for them. When they were younger, he and Harry had participated in commune wanks, and now, as quasi-adults, they could all entertain each other, with taking it to the next level.
As long as Dean was his, and they were out to the world, Seamus didn’t care who wanted to watch them. He was ready to show his love to the world. And maybe ready to show Dean his dresses and lace.
(Spoiler: Dean was super into lace and fucked Seamus every time lingerie was mentioned in conversation. Seamus also left smeared lipstick prints all over Dean's cock.)
Seamus soon became Sharlene when they were alone.