Vacation
Vacation
His brown shaggy hair falls down, touching his cheeks in an obedient manner Harry's own hair
can never hope to achieve. He looks somewhat uncomfortable, blushing and alternatively
giving them huge dimpled grins. She thinks he figured it out by now, what they want.
Harry is at his charming best, bright eyed and smiling, but Ginny can pick up the underlying
nervousness, but she doesn't think Sam can do the same. She knows her husband well, and by
his constant fidgeting and abuse of his lower lip, she can tell he's aroused. She can't help but
feel thrilled herself. The tall demon hunter attracted her attention the minute he walked into
the bar two days previous, and flared her desire when she saw him take down a vampire
single-handedly, just a couple of hours ago. The thought of him handling her husband makes
her throb between her thighs.
They ask him all kinds of things, he tells them nothing. All they're able to find out is that he
has a brother, who is around here somewhere, doing something that deserves eye rolling on
Sam's part.
"We're here because of him," he tells them. "He gets the most ridiculous ides," he assures, a
note of patient fondness in his voice.
Harry suggests boldly they should retreat in their room, and Sam blinks at them and studies
their faces and judging by his expression Ginny thinks he'll refuse, but then he shrugs casually
and throws them a different, dark sort of look that sends a pleasurable shiver down Ginny's
spine, and says, "All right then."
Harry is the first to initiate things, her bold little Gryffindor. He gets up to get more
wine and when he returns, he leans in and cups Sam's chin gently, tilting his head and
lowering his mouth to touch lightly on Sam's lips. It's a chaste kiss and Harry moves away
quickly as Sam blinks at him and looks a little wide-eyed, but then he reacts, grabbing Harry's
head, and pulls him for a longer kiss.
Ginny watches as the wine bottle is placed on the table haphazardly, and Sam grabs Harry's
waist pulling him on his lap, cupping his head and angling it so he can plunge deeper. He's
thrusting his tongue hungrily into Harry's mouth, and Harry clutches his shoulder and
responds with vigour, their tongues clashing sinuously for Ginny to see. The kissing lasts for a
long while and Ginny is sitting on the edge of her seat, panting and wanting by the
time Sam pulls back.
Harry looks dazed and Sam grins down at him and then stands up suddenly, placing Harry on
the table with ease. Harry gives him a glare, but Sam doesn't see it because he levels his
gaze on Ginny.
"Come here," he says in a low voice, reaching towards her with his hand.
Ginny stands and walks over to them, takes a moment to see Harry's flushed cheeks and puffy
lips, but then Sam places a hand around her waist and she can feel herself being lifted, and
she can smell his heady scent as he smashes his lips to hers.
He kisses with the same passion and fury they saw him fight a vampire today, and Ginny feels
conquered as he explores her mouth, with none of that gentleness she's accustomed to get
from Harry.
Harry moans from next to her and she can feel his lips descend on the soft skin of her neck
and that's enough to make her dizzy. She sucks on Sam's tongue eagerly, tasting wine and
Sam and Harry.
They make her come just with their mouths and fingers, sucking on her sensitive spots, with a
combination of gentleness and brutality that drives her insane.
Harry gets on his knees then and takes Sam inside his mouth, inexpertly, but eagerly and
that's an image that will forever linger in Ginny's mind — her husband's mouth full of Sam
Winchesters' cock, slurping and licking and coughing and choking until Sam pulls Harry's head
a little and tells him to take it slowly. Harry obeys and manages to find a rhythm, swirling his
tongue at the head and sucking in with audible slurps. When Sam holds his head firmly and
spills himself down Harry's throat with a grunt, Harry chokes just a little.
It's a bit of a shock for both of them when Sam tells Harry to lie down on his stomach on the
bed and then spreads his arse cheeks apart, and reaches between them, not with his fingers,
but with his tongue. Harry yelps and tries to get away and Ginny's eyes go round. But Sam
holds Harry's hips firmly and refuses to move. Harry's shock turns to pleas, his pleas to gasps
and eventually to needy whimpers.
Sam tongue moves in the most delicious ways, penetrating and swirling in the place Ginny
rarely ever touches. He looks at her as he wriggles his tongue inside, and Harry moans and
bucks, and Ginny shivers, her hand moving towards her wetness, the sight to erotic for her to
endure without action.
Harry is inside her, his head buried in her neck where she can feel his little puffs of breath,
gasps of both pain and pleasure. Sam has the look of deepest concentration, looming over
them, blocking the world and all she can see and feel is them.
Harry gives a long pained moan that turns to a whimper, and Sam opens his eyes and she can
see that they are dark and his gaze is heated as he moves and leans in to kiss her, Harry
moaning and gasping between them.
The kiss is sloppy and short and she wants to complain, but then Sam moves his hips suddenly
and both Harry and she nearly scream, but they are not given respite as Sam begins to thrust
inside Harry in earnest, each plunge slamming Harry's cock more firmly inside her.
Harry barely moves at first, it takes a while for him to stop whimpering and lift himself up on
his elbows to slam back on the cock inside him and push forward in Ginny.
They form a rhythm eventually, but it doesn't take long for Harry to cry out, the sight of him in
pleasure triggering Ginny's orgasm. He collapses onto her and the whole bed still rocks with
the power of Sam's thrust that make Harry gasp continuously. Finally, Sam shudders and
Harry gives a strange sort of Oh! sound and Ginny thinks it must be odd for him to be
on the receiving end of someone's seed spilling inside him.
He's not there in the morning when they wake up and Ginny feels sad and Harry looks
somewhat pouty as he sits on the chair carefully. She doesn't expect to see Sam again, he
told them he's leaving, and Ginny thinks it's time to go home.
"What do you say we pack up?" she asks.
Harry sighs and smiles. "Yeah, I think we just got the best thing Vegas has to offer. Might as
well leave while we're winning."