Oliver gasped as Fred sank in the last few inches, pressing him forward into George's hand. He hadn't expected it to be this good without a girl. George moaned his twin's name and they kissed over his shoulder passionately. Finally, Fred made an impatient noise and drew back, leaving the boy under him to draw up a hickey on their dear Quidditch captain's throat. It was crazy, driving him mad as he rocked between them and trying to not act more of the girl than he had to, but that was completely forgotten when George twisted himself and was sucking on his cock. He came, jerking and with a long cry, fingers fisting in sheets. Fred rode him through it while George jerked himself off watching. They came at the same time, but Oliver wasn't really paying attention.

He was left to stumble out of bed and clean himself off as the twins pressed against each other and fell asleep. No one who came in and saw them would question this, because it was just the way they were. Oliver, on the other hand, had an aching back and a serious case of sexual confusion.

"Don't worry, they've been doing a lot of this lately."

Those were the words of sage advice from Lee Jordan, the closest thing to a twins-expert there was. Wood felt himself deflate and looked pleadingly at him. Lee met his gaze and then sighed and shook his head sadly.

"I expect they made a few jokes about your name, asked you if you were up for a little fun, then cornered you and made you strip. I've caught them at it for weeks now. They even tried it on me, but I told 'em, no way, you guys are my best mates, how disgusting is that?"

Oliver blanched and did something very close to a hysterical flail.

"But I'm their Quidditch captain!"

Obviously loosing interest in this conversation, Jordan waved a dismissive hand at him and turned away.

"Don't worry, mate, they'll act like nothing even happened. Consider yourself honored!"

And that was the end of it.