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Wankfic - H/R - NC-17
Title: Wankfic
Author:shocfix
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Words : 500
Rating: NC-17
Wankfic
****
Ron knew it was wrong.
Even on the occasions that he hadn’t been caught.
Even on the occasions when he’d locked his knees and muffled his moans as he came across the canvas.
Even on the occasions when he hadn’t had to almost snap off his erection as he stuffed it back in his pants and held a copy of the Ministry’s Guide Book over his lap.
OK, he wasn’t stupid - wanking in the atrium at the Ministry ranked so high up on his list of Bad Ideas that he almost got a nosebleed from the altitude.
But sometimes he missed Harry so much, and no expense had been spared on the huge Wizarding portrait of him that had been commissioned by the Ministry and hung there after the Boy Who Saved Them All… saved them all. And it had such a twinkle in its eye and would bite its lip and watch as Ron parted his robes.
He put the Harry on the lookout for people entering the atrium, but when Ron freed his cock from his boxers and ran his thumb over the head, the Harry would swallow and lean against his frame and his breathing would speed up and Ron would smirk and stroke himself and watch the painted Harry thrust into a hand hidden below the bottom of the frame.
And Ron would moan and brace his hand against the side of the frame and the Harry would lean his cheek against it and Ron would take a step closer and they would hiss through their teeth as they matched each other’s rhythm until the Harry slid to his knees and did whatever oil paintings did when they climaxed, just as Ron’s come splattered across the painted features of his lover.
Ideally, he’d have time to Scourgify the picture and Tergeo himself and tuck his tackle away.
Hopefully, without anyone catching him, or wondering why the Boy Who Saved Them All was so flushed.
Too often the Harry would belatedly spot someone approaching and leave them both in a mess.
Today Ron squeezed one head and raised the other to find the Harry kneeling, come all over his face, staring past Ron with a strange look in his eyes.
Ron twitched his robes across his dripping cock and looked around.
His actual Harry as watching him, with a raised eyebrow.
“Harry!” Ron breathed.
“Ron?”
“Um,” Ron blushed. “I missed you! What happened to being away until the end of the week?”
Harry took out his wand and Scourgified his oil based self.
“I missed you, too,” he said. “I got away from the Aurors conference and came home early.”
“How d’you find me?” Ron asked, tucking his cock away and leaning in for a kiss.
Harry pecked him on the lips and snorted.
“How d’I find you?” he said. “Everyone knows where to find you.”
“I haven’t been caught that much,” Ron protested.
“You are known as throughout the Ministry as a bigger wanker than the Minister!”
Title: Wankfic
Author:
shocfixPairing: Harry/Ron
Words : 500
Rating: NC-17
Wankfic
****
Ron knew it was wrong.
Even on the occasions that he hadn’t been caught.
Even on the occasions when he’d locked his knees and muffled his moans as he came across the canvas.
Even on the occasions when he hadn’t had to almost snap off his erection as he stuffed it back in his pants and held a copy of the Ministry’s Guide Book over his lap.
OK, he wasn’t stupid - wanking in the atrium at the Ministry ranked so high up on his list of Bad Ideas that he almost got a nosebleed from the altitude.
But sometimes he missed Harry so much, and no expense had been spared on the huge Wizarding portrait of him that had been commissioned by the Ministry and hung there after the Boy Who Saved Them All… saved them all. And it had such a twinkle in its eye and would bite its lip and watch as Ron parted his robes.
He put the Harry on the lookout for people entering the atrium, but when Ron freed his cock from his boxers and ran his thumb over the head, the Harry would swallow and lean against his frame and his breathing would speed up and Ron would smirk and stroke himself and watch the painted Harry thrust into a hand hidden below the bottom of the frame.
And Ron would moan and brace his hand against the side of the frame and the Harry would lean his cheek against it and Ron would take a step closer and they would hiss through their teeth as they matched each other’s rhythm until the Harry slid to his knees and did whatever oil paintings did when they climaxed, just as Ron’s come splattered across the painted features of his lover.
Ideally, he’d have time to Scourgify the picture and Tergeo himself and tuck his tackle away.
Hopefully, without anyone catching him, or wondering why the Boy Who Saved Them All was so flushed.
Too often the Harry would belatedly spot someone approaching and leave them both in a mess.
Today Ron squeezed one head and raised the other to find the Harry kneeling, come all over his face, staring past Ron with a strange look in his eyes.
Ron twitched his robes across his dripping cock and looked around.
His actual Harry as watching him, with a raised eyebrow.
“Harry!” Ron breathed.
“Ron?”
“Um,” Ron blushed. “I missed you! What happened to being away until the end of the week?”
Harry took out his wand and Scourgified his oil based self.
“I missed you, too,” he said. “I got away from the Aurors conference and came home early.”
“How d’you find me?” Ron asked, tucking his cock away and leaning in for a kiss.
Harry pecked him on the lips and snorted.
“How d’I find you?” he said. “Everyone knows where to find you.”
“I haven’t been caught that much,” Ron protested.
“You are known as throughout the Ministry as a bigger wanker than the Minister!”