The air was warm, the breeze soft, the yard and house quiet. The drinks were cold, the food eaten, the light was fading; the fireflies were starting to make an appearance and good company was to be had.

It was the type of summer evening that you dream up in the midst of the dead of winter and it's the one thing that gives you strength to carry on through the frigid season.

With a contented sigh, he tipped his head onto the back of the swing, his glasses slipping up the bridge of his nose towards his hair, and closed his eyes at the lulling sway of the swing.

"Here you go."

He opened his eyes and accepted the bottle of butter beer that was extended to him before closing his eyes again. "The hamburgers were great, man."

"It was the kebobs; I don't know what you do to them, but they remain the best kebobs I have ever eaten. Did you manage to get the stuffed potato and chicken recipe from her?"

"No," he laughed, as his companion also sat. "I tried, but despite my best efforts she is keeping that a closely guarded secret. I was sent to the shop for some mundane thing or other and when I returned she had already stuffed the potatoes."

"She's on to us," he sighed, stretching his long legs out and crossing them at the ankles.

Humming his agreement, he drank from his bottle and pushed his dark hair from his eyes.

Light from the kitchen flooded the yard when she exited, bundling all of her flaming hair atop her head. With a contented smile he extended his left hand, she took it in her left hand and sat between the two of them, taking the free hand of the one to her left in her right hand so that her arms crisscrossed over body and increased the pace of the swing.

"'So nice out," she commented, admiring the contrasts their varying skin tones made; his darker skin against her pale skin, and her pale skin against his even paler skin. "This is the best type of evening: it's not too warm or humid, the breeze is just right, both of you are here."

She watched as the darker fingers linked more firmly and brought her hand to their owner's lips. "I missed you guys, too."

"When do you leave again?"

He shifted, uncrossed his legs. "Day after tomorrow."

"Dean."

"I know," he said and sat up so that he could look across her. "But, it's my work; what more would you have me do?"

"I don't know," was the answer that sat sullenly in air ripe with disappointment.

When she turned those brown eyes on him, Dean could only look away.

"It's late, lets head inside before the mosquitoes eat us alive." She stood and pulled him to his feet, tugging until he followed her over the stepping stones laid across the lawn. "Don't brood, Harry; it's never suited you."

Inside she went through the kitchen and made a beeline down the short hall and through the sitting room, for the front of the house. In the hall off of the master and guest bedroom she turned and wrapped her arms around Dean; twining his around her waist, he slid his hands up to tug her hair from the thong she'd used to bundle it atop her head.

"Been bugging you ever since I did it," she chuckled, knowing him.

As Dean smiled in response, Harry laid a hand on his shoulder and used the tip of a finger from his free hand to tip her head back by pushing the center of her forehead. "Don't be a brat and tease him, Gin."

"I'm not teasing him," she denied, "I am merely stating a fact."

He shook his head in dismal, the messy black strands waving across his scar as he opened the bedroom door.

Ginny rolled her eyes and made a face at Dean before pressing her mouth against his. "He's actually going to brood."

"Perhaps we should endeavor to make him forget about that for a spell. What do you say?"

"I say that sounds like a grand plan to me." She spun out his hold and, grasping his hand, followed Harry into the room.

Harry had put on the lamp light before sitting at the foot of the bed and stripping off his socks and shoes. Ginny let go of Dean's hand as she stepped out of her canvas shoes before crossing to climb on the bed behind Harry.

Dean stepped out of his shoes before crossing to stand in front of Harry. "Brooding, mate?"

Harry glanced up and opened his mouth to speak, but Dean pushed him back by his shoulders so that he fell onto the bed.

"Very mature," he grumbled when Ginny giggled and made to sit up, but Dean covered his body with his own. "This is what we're doing?"

"It's for work, Harry. I'm not leaving because I want to."

"You-"

Ginny cut his words off by laying an upside kiss on his lips. Her hands slid through the soft curls on Dean's head while his lips cruised the nap of her neck. One of Harry's hands cupped her cheek while the other slid beneath Dean's shirt to his back.

Slowly, she trailed her mouth to his ear, where she knew him to be most sensitive, while Dean made quick work of his belt. Pulling the hem of his shirt from his waistband, Dean's hands slid over his stomach and to his chest where he pinched his nipples.

Harry gave a violent flinch and Dean barked out a laugh before he found himself on his back, starring up at Harry.

"It was too easy to pass up," he laughed. "Apologies."

"You don't seem very sorry," Ginny commented as she removed her shirt.

Harry shook his head, "At all."

"But I am," Dean insisted, despite his continued laughter. "It's just that you didn't see yourself."

"It tickles, it's not funny."

Dean nodded, making a valid attempt to sober himself, and sat up. "That was a prat move on my part, Harry. Sorry about that."

Harry eyed him, unconvinced of the sincerity, as Dean removed his shirt and then started on the buttons of his own shirt. When he shrugged from it, Harry's eyes traveled down from his shoulders, over his pectorals and abs to the bulge in his pants.

"I suppose I could forgive you," he said.

Dean undid the zip of Harry's jeans, but before he could pull them over his hips Harry ducked his head in to place his mouth on Dean's. His hands stilled as he let the heat of the kiss wash over him. Falling back onto the bed, his hands sat on Harry's waist while their they took turns plundering each other's mouth with their tongues; Harry undid Dean's shorts and Dean raised his hips so that they could be dragged down and off, his cock brushing against Harry's.

They moaned as one.

Harry pressed his body flush against Dean's, cock to cock, and rocked his hips so that they both moaned again, Dean's hands gripping Harry's arse to press him even closer.

Ginny gave a sound that was half sigh, half moan, and Dean looked over to find her with her hand down the front of her jean shorts, her breathing hard enough to increase the rise and fall of her exposed breasts.

Pulling away from Harry, he said, "Take of the shorts, Gin. I want to see every inch of you."

Ginny paused the exploration of her pussy to remove her shorts and underwear and Dean shoved Harry's over his hips. Harry sat up on his knees and removed Dean's underwear as well.

Extending his hand, Dean took Ginny by the arm and gave a tug so that she would slide closer to the pair of them. His fingers, long and knowing, glided from her shoulders and down the globes of her breasts and over the pertly tipped, rose toned nipples, to the underside.

Harry parted the folds of her glistening labia and licked his lips; her hands went to her head, scooping the flaming tendrils back from her face. Harry took her by the hips after laying on his stomach and pulled her so that he could bury his nose at the apex of her legs and inhale. Using the very tip of his tongue he went beneath the hood of her clit to tease the bundle of nerves.

"Oh, fuck!" Ginny leaned forward so that her forehead rested on his back and massaged his cheeks.

Dean knelt between Harry's legs, his hands running up his bare calves and over his thighs, then down again to the heels of his feet.

Up his calves and over his thighs; down, lingering at the back of his knees, his calves to the heels and up again. With each trip he found himself closer and closer to Harry's arse, cruising over the flesh of the cheeks, higher and higher until his thumb brushed at that entrance where Dean planned to bury himself.

This touch, as light as it was, caused Harry to moan into Ginny; the vibrations and combined movements of Harry's fingers in her vagina and his tongue at her clit. She came, falling onto her back as Harry continued to work her through the orgasm, moaning as Dean cupped and fondled his balls.

Overwhelmed, Ginny used her feet to push away from Harry and rolled onto her stomach, clasping her legs shut as her body continued to shake slightly from her orgasm, quiet whimpers escaping her still as pleasure continued to radiate throughout her system.

Dean dragged his teeth, gently, from Harry's neck to his shoulder, his hand working ever so tenderly over the base of his cock. Harry pushed up onto his knees and ran his hands from Dean's sides, around to his back, and squeezed his ass before using his weight to put Dean on his back.

Harry bit at his left ear lobe before trailing kissed down his jaw to his mouth, continuing downward to his chest where he sucked and nipped at each nipple, moving even further south to dip his tongue in his navel, steady moving down to take the head of his hard, dark cock into his mouth. Dean's mouth gaped when Harry rubbed at his balls, taking more and more of his cock into his mouth and down his throat. When he moaned around him, his tongue swiping back and forth on him, Dean held Harry's head so that he could slip himself even further into his throat.

"Shit," he uttered, letting go of Harry, but tilting his hips up to find home in Harry's throat once more.

Ginny moved so she lay next to Dean's head; he turned and pulled on her nipples into his mouth, sucking hard the way he knew she liked. He pulled her closer to him, pushing her breasts together so that he could suck on both nipples simultaneously.

Harry's managed some saliva onto his fingers and danced them over Dean's arse hole while taking his bollocks into his mouth.

On a grunt, Dean sat up and moved back. "Not cool, you know I'll cum."

"Payback," Harry said, with a grin.

Dean shook his and smirked, looked at Ginny who had laid back and raised her legs so that they had a full view of her pussy while she played with her breasts. Slowly, Dean slid his index and middle finger up and down her slit, grazing over her clit. He used his other hand to take Harry by the ankle and pull him closer until he was between his legs and their balls rested against each other's. He slid his fingers into Ginny, her walls clenching around him as his thumb rotated at her clit, his second hand working up and down Harry's shaft.

Harry's hands rested on Dean's thighs, his thumbs rubbing over the skin as he licked at his lips, Dean gripping his cock while working his precum up and down it.

"Dean," he pleaded.

Slipping his fingers from Ginny, Dean pressed at Harry's opening with the tip of his index finger, covered in Ginny's arousal. Harry exhaled heavily, pulling at Ginny so that his hand could replace Dean's.

When Harry started to move on one finger, Dean introduced a second; his tip leaking more precum at the sounds of his lovers.

"Dean, just- mmm." Harry bit his lip and inched even closer to Dean.

Understanding, Dean raised Harry's hips and pulled him closer so that his arse hovered over his cock. Planting his feet on the bed, Harry kept his hips in the air while Dean spread him with one hand and guided his cock into him with.

"Yes," Harry hissed when the head of Dean's cock breached him.

Taking Harry's hips and holding them steady, Dean carefully eased into him. When he was fully seated inside of him Harry laid his arms above his head and exhaled; Dean ran his hands up Harry's body and pulled him forward until he was sitting upright. Dean pulled Harry close until they were flush, and looked him in his eye before laying his mouth on his.

Slowly, Harry started to rock, his tongue sliding over Dean's, his hand reaching out for Ginny. She took it and knelt beside them, her hands running up and down both of their backs, her lips at Dean's neck. Dean wrapped an arm around her so that the three of them were banded together; Harry pulled away from Dean to lap at Ginny's breast; Dean rocked into Harry, while rubbing juices from her pussy over up Ginny's arse.

Harry and Dean rocked together and Ginny's hand slipped between her legs to rub at her clit while Dean's finger inched into her back hole. Placing his hands on Dean's shoulders, Harry leaned back and ground onto Dean; Ginny stood up and Dean lay back, resting his weight on his elbows as she sank to her knees, enveloping Harry's quivering member with her pussy.

"You're so fucking hot, Gin," Harry huffed, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

"And tight," Dean said, watching his fingers disappear into her arse.

Ginny laid her forehead on Harry's shoulder. "Fuck me," she cried out.

Dean sat up and wrapped one arm around the three of them, working his cock into Harry's arse while fingers worked Ginny's arse, only to have Harry press forward and use his weight to put Dean on his back, his cock slipping out of him.

Unable to move his wrist, Dean spread his fingers inside of Ginny and fondled one breast while Harry suckled the other and he pushed his cock bollocks deep in her cunt.

"Ohhhhhh, fuck yes," Ginny screamed as she came, wrapping her legs around Harry and grinding back on Dean.

Harry worked two fingers into Dean briefly, using the juices coming from Ginny to ease in.

"Ahhh, Harry, you know-"

"You only bottom on special occasions," he finished, looking from Ginny's eyes to Dean's. "Well, you're leaving tomorrow for Merlin knows how long."

And he slipped into him then, guiding Dean to Ginny's arse.

"Give it to me while he gives it to you, Dean," she moaned. "Just, please."

Acquiescing to her request, Dean thrust into her arse, timing them with Harry's into his. "Harder, Harry; if you're going fuck me, fuck me."

Harry gave an amused grunt and did as he was asked, watched as Dean's eyes glazed over when he grazed his prostate. Ginny turned her head to kiss Dean and slid a hand into Harry's hair when he ducked his head to her chest.

"I'm going to cum if you keep that up," Dean gasped when Harry grazed his prostate again.

Ginny laughed and sat up, pushing Harry back to climb over him, sink onto him. Harry reached up and took a breast in each hand as he watch her ride him, winding her hips in a way that made him gasp. His hands slid down her slick body, trying to unsuccessfully find purchase at the hips that were driving him mad.

On his knees, Dean nudged Ginny forward and she leaned into Harry. Dean slid into Harry and intentionally grazed his prostate.

Harry laughed. "No, no, don't. I was wrong, you were right."

Ginny smiled and shook her head. "Both of you," she said. "I want you both to cum in me."

Dean laid his head on her shoulder and turned to look at her as he entered her. "Love a woman who knows what she wants."

He and Harry moved inside of her, feeling each other through the thin barrier that separated them. Roughly, they pleased one another; Ginny tightening her orifices around their members, they pounding into her as violently as she liked. Their breathing was harsh as they made the climb towards their orgasms together.

"Cum together, cum in me at once," she moaned, biting down on Harry's shoulder as her peak came nearer.

"No," she yelled when Dean slid out of her, only to loose a guttural moan when he slid his arms around Harry, pulled them both up to their knees and entered her pussy with Harry.

Dean and Harry entwined their arms around each other, pressing their bodies flush together. Ginny wrapped her arms around Dean's neck and her legs around Harry's waist as they thrust into her, their cocks rubbing together.

Harry slipped a finger into Dean's arse and smiled, he did the same to Harry; their pistoning hips sent their cocks in and out of Ginny's cunt repeatedly until together, the three reached their pinnacles. Cum oozed between them and their limbs remained entangled as they slid to the bed.

They lay there, their breathing labored, still connected. Dean pumped twice inside of her, against him, and had Ginny and Harry moaning once more.

"If this is my punishment for working so much I don't think I'll ever slow down," he said.

Ginny laughed and twisted so that she was on her back between the two of them. "Thomas, you shall send him into another brood and I can honestly say that I do not have the energy to bring him out of this one."

Dean smirked and reached over to slap Harry on the arse he'd exposed by turning onto his stomach. "I'll manage."