Prick Up Your Ears - H/R - NC-17
Title: Prick Up Your Ears
Author: shocfix
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Words: 600
Rating: NC-17

A little something silly for pghpatronus for being such a gent – and for awarding me the gay seal of approval.


Prick Up Your Ears
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I lay on my bed, reading a Quidditch magazine, with Ron lying on his front, beside me, leafing through another one, his arm pressed against my hip.

I hadn’t mentioned it, because I kinda liked it, but he’d managed to remain in almost constant physical contact, ever since I’d been released from St Mungo’s – except when I went to the loo, and I usually found him skulking outside the bathroom when I finished.

“Whoaw!” he said, suddenly, looking up at me.

“What?”

“Cannons are having Seeker trials, Harry,” he breathed, eyes shining.

“Really?” I asked, sitting up. I was definitely interested, but also amused that the physical contact thing could be overridden by being hundreds of feet in the air, on a broomstick, for the Cannons.

Ron laughed.

“What?” I asked.

“I’ve never seen a human visibly prick up their ears, before,” he said. “I thought it was just a saying – and that only dogs’ ears became erect like that.”

The atmosphere in the room changes instantly, the word ‘erect’ flicking the switch from ‘best mates and Quidditch’ to ‘fuck me’.

Ron discarded his magazine, pushed me back on my pillows and swarmed over me.

I tangled my hands in his shaggy hair and pulled his head down, sighing into his mouth as it opened and his tongue ran along my bottom lip.

His weight settle on me, pressing me into the mattress, his hips moving slowly, his cock grinding against mine and growing hard.

I hummed happily and reached between us, undoing buttons and zips and groping him through his boxers, my fingertips desperate to touch his skin.

He tutted and pulled back far enough for us to wriggle out of jeans and boxers and kick them away.

Then he surged back, his cock sliding perfectly against me, one hand cupping my arse and drawing me closer, his eyes darkening and locking on mine.

“Why don’t we do this all the time?” he demanded.

“It might shock your mum at the breakfast table,” I suggested, wrapping my hand round his erection and holding it hard against mine.

“So? We’ll have breakfast in bed,” he said and I laughed and he closed his eyes and buried his face in my neck and flexed and thrust and tugged and came between us, panting heavily.

I waited a moment, but he only snuggled closer, so I shoved his dead weight off to one side and started wanking.

As soon as he realised what I was doing, he dragged open an eye and propped himself up on an elbow to watch.

So I put on a bit of a show, spreading my legs and cupping my balls with my free hand and moaning. I watched his face as he watched the head of my cock push through the circle of my fingers over and over again.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he whispered, trailing a fingertip through his come that still splattered my belly and running it down my shaft.

I came, arching into our hands.

When my head cleared, I found him placing wet kisses on my chest and rutting lazily against my thigh.

“I’m so glad we discovered sex,” he said, lifting his head to smile up at me.

“I doubt we were the first to discover it,” I chuckled. “But maybe there is something left to discover.”

His face lit up and I laughed.

“You’re right!” I said. “You actually can see someone prick up their ears.”

“D’you reckon that’s where the word ‘prick’ comes from?” Ron asked. “From ears becoming erect?”

“Definitely,” I said. “And you can cock an ear, too.”