FIC : Small Doughnuts - H/R - NC-17
Title: Small Doughnuts
Author: shocfix
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Words: 747
Rating: NC-17

For the enchanting violet_quill, for the second annual make the yuletide gay holiday challenge.

My prompt : Ornaments.


Small Doughnuts
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D’you know what are really brilliant?

Small doughnuts.

Hermione had insisted we Christmas properly and we were decorating a huge tree at Grimmauld Place.

Now, to me, a leisure pursuit such as hanging paper chains needs to be accompanied by some sort of snack.

And I fancied doughnuts.

Hermione thought otherwise.

Partly because of the sugar content, but mainly because of the potential for said sugar to leave smeared fingerprints on the glass ornaments she’d bought.

The jam potential was too awful to even be whispered about.

“I’m perfectly capable of licking jam off my fingers,” I pouted.

Hermione huffed.

But she humoured me and came home from the baker’s with small doughnuts.

Small.

At first, I turned my nose up at them.

“They’re pitiful,” I said, holding one between thumb and finger. It was barely two inches across.

But then my eyes were opened to their brilliance.

Harry picked one up, too.

“Much less messy, Ron,” he said. “Look.”

And he opened his mouth.

Wide.

And pushed the whole doughnut inside.

I think I heard Hermione snort, but my eyes were riveted by the way his lips had wrapped round it, by the way his cheeks were hollowing as he worked it around in his mouth, by his tongue peeping out to pick the sugar off his lips, by his throat moving as he swallowed.

He finished this insanely erotic display by sucking the sugar off his fingers and I sat down, abruptly, painfully aware that my cock was jealous of a doughnut.

The doughnut I was holding slipped through my numb fingers and landed by my feet with a sugary thud.

Part of my brain wondered how a thud could be so obviously sugary; part heard Hermione’s squeak as my other hand dropped the crystal Snitch it was holding; the Quidditch part thrilled at the sight of Harry dropping to his knees before me and catching the Snitch before it hit the ground.

But most of my brain thrilled at the sight of Harry dropping to his knees before me.

He grinned and picked up a doughnut.

And held it to my lips.

I opened my mouth and he slipped it inside.

I chewed frantically, my eyes locked on his.

“Brilliant,” I said, swallowing.

“No mess,” he said, running a finger across my bottom lip.

My tongue flicked out and he froze as I lapped at his fingers, taking back my sugar crystals.

“Um,” I said, but his thumb returned to the corner of my mouth, picked up some more sugar and offered it to me, on the pad.

I helplessly sucked it off.

The door closed behind Hermione with a snick and Harry jumped.

"I... I can't..." he murmured.

"Can't?"

"Can't stop."

I'd never seen his eyes so wide, or so vulnerable.

And he leant closer and the tip of his tongue touched my mouth, harvesting more sugar.

"Harry?" I whispered.

"I want..."

"Sugar?"

"You."

His lips parted and his tongue ran along my top lip; mine slipped out and touched his, taking back my sugar.

"Fuck," he gasped.

And he snapped.

And I suddenly had a lapful of highly aroused Harry Potter, his hands tugging hard on my hair and my clothes.

"Don't stop me," he muttered against my lips as he unbuttoned my shirt. "Please, don't stop me.”

"Wouldn't dream of it," I assured him, surrendering to his onslaught.

Letting him grind against me as he sucked on my tongue; helpfully lifting my arse when he slid to the floor and unbuttoned and removed my jeans.

Happily winding my fingers in his hair as he knelt between my parted thighs and engulfed my aching cock in his sugar sweet mouth.

Coming down his throat and marvelling as he swallowed; lying boneless before him as he freed his erection and stroked himself to a desperate climax, spurting over my stunned cock.

Holding him as he curled up in my lap, his face buried in my neck.

"What happened to taking things slowly?" I asked, slightly stunned at the day's turn of events.

Harry grunted and muttered something about sugar.

"Then what happened to not in front of Hermione?" I asked.

Harry looked wildly round the room.

"She left when I started sucking your fingers," I said soothingly.

He looked relieved.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I know we were supposed to take things slowly. It's just... all that sugar…"

"I never realised how sexy doughnuts were, either," I interrupted.

"Yeah," he breathed. "Small doughnuts."