Literary Vibrations - H/R - NC-17
Title: Literary Vibrations
Author: shocfix
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Words: 600
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: All characters belong to JKR, all descriptions of genitalia are fictional, and do not refer to DJR.

Written in the old British Library Reading Room – alongside maple_mahogany and oncelikeshari - where, utilising the Literary Vibrations left there by every great writer from Karl Marx to Oscar Wilde, from Gandhi to Rudyard Kipling, from George Bernard Shaw to H. G. Wells – we all wrote Harry/Ron pr0n.


Literary Vibrations
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Harry sighed and snapped his book closed, earning a Look from a librarian at the hub of the room and a small frown from Hermione.

Of course, she could have been frowning at the Oppression of Witches in Thirteenth-Century Albania, as that was the title of the book she was reading.

Ron gave Harry a rueful half-smile and looked back at his book on Jane Shore. Just because she’d done public penance after being accused of witchcraft, didn’t mean she’d done anything Dark, but they were reading their way through everything Hermione could lay her hands on at the British Library, looking for any mention of witchcraft – for anything that unsuspecting Muggles didn’t suspect was suspiciously Horcruxy.

But Ron was willing to give Jane a chance, as she’d done her penance walking through the streets of London in just a petticoat.

Excellent.

He was vaguely aware of Harry pulling another book towards him, opening it and leaning forward to read.

He wasn’t aware that Harry’s hands were hidden beneath the table until he heard the whisper of a zip being lowered and a tiny puff of air escaping between Harry’s lips.

He looked sideways to meet a smug green gaze, which half-vanished behind a smugger wink and he blanched as he saw the muscle in Harry’s upper arm bunch and stretch with a familiar motion.

“Harry!” he mouthed, shaking his head desperately. “No!”

Harry licked his lips and swallowed and Rom stifled a groan.

Harry nodded towards Ron’s lap and Ron frowned, even as his cock leapt up, eagerly, under Harry’s gaze.

He pressed his hand to the bulge in his jeans and shook his head again.

Harry sighed and his hand moved and his eyes fluttered closed and Ron pressed harder, before snatching his traitorous hand away.

It was supposed to be suppressing the inappropriate erection, not stroking it to match the rhythm he knew Harry was using beside him.

He gave Harry his best pleading look.

“Please,” he mouthed. “No.”

Harry’s gaze darkened.

“Please,” he echoed silently. “Ron.”

Ron gave in.

If Hermione realised they were wanking in the British Library, she would kill them, but the knowledge that he would do anything for Harry had recently been tested and expanded to include various unexpected things that involved tongues, fingers, arses and cocks in a pleasurable, yet bewildering, number of combinations.

He unzipped as silently as possible and freed his erection from his boxers.

Smiling at the look of triumph on Harry’s face, he started stroking himself.

Swallowing the moans he’d usually make at the feeling of his thumb teasing the head, and at the way Harry was biting his lip as they watched each other, he let himself go.

Harry would be so turned on and adventurous when they got home.

Ron would beg him to fuck him into the mattress.

Harry was tugging impatiently on his cock, rolling his balls with his other hand, and trying not to whimper.

Ron was frowning with concentration as he jerked beneath the table, while struggling to keep his arms and shoulders still.

Harry was flushing and breathing through his mouth.

Ron was staring at those parted, pink lips and wishing his cock was sliding between them.

Harry was closing his eyes and grinding his teeth and hissing as he climaxed.

Ron was closing his eyes and tipping his head back as his cock throbbed in his hand and his come hit the underside of the table.

Harry opened his eyes and smiled at his partner in crime.

Ron opened his eyes and met the shocked gaze of a librarian in the gallery above them.