shocfix (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} shocfix) wrote,@ 2005-04-07 01:00:00 |
 |
|||
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Gratuitous Frotting - H/R - NC-17
Title: Gratuitous Frotting
Author:shocfix
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Words: 335
Rating: NC-17
magicofisis wondered why Hermione thought that Ron’s and Harry’s hugs were identical… Could they have learned from each other?
Gratuitous Frotting
****
"Are you insane?" Harry squeaked.
"No," Ron said, with great dignity. "I want you to show me how you hug Hermione, so I don't go beyond that."
"You want me to hug you?"
"Yup."
"Well, I just... I think of Hermione as a sister," Harry said. "Just hug her like you'd hug Ginny."
Ron snorted.
"But I can pin Ginny to my bed and tickle her without... humiliating myself," Ron pointed out. "Hugging Ginny is like hugging you."
"Oh," Harry said, in a very small voice. "Really?"
"Absolutely," Ron said, tackling Harry and pushing him back on the bed. "See?"
He pinned Harry's legs with his own and grabbed one wrist and held it above Harry's head as he ran his other hand up inside his t-shirt, reaching for his most ticklish areas.
“Ron, stop!” Harry begged, trying to twist away.
Ron moved over him. “There’s no way I could tickle Hermione like this without…”
He trailed off, both of them freezing as Harry’s erection dug him in the thigh.
“I’m sorry,” Harry whispered.
“Harry?”
“I’m sorry, just let me go.”
Ron frowned down at him, then moved his hips experimentally, grinding against Harry’s cock.
“What are you doing?” Harry gasped.
“I dunno,” Ron said, aligning his own stirring cock against Harry’s and thrusting again.
“Ron, you’ll... oh dear god… regret this,” Harry whimpered spreading his legs as Ron settled between them.
“D’you reckon?” Ron asked, pinning both of Harry’s wrists as he surged against him.
“’Course,” Harry panted, meeting each thrust and tipping his head back as Ron’s lips settled on his neck. “It’s… Hermione… you like Hermione.”
“Like you, too,” Ron murmured into his skin, pressing kisses up to the corner of his jaw.
“But not like that… this…” Harry muttered, biting his lip and closing his eyes against the glow of Ron’s hair as his climax ripped through him.
“Reckon you’re wrong, there,” Ron whispered, sealing their mouths together as his rhythm broke and he jerked between Harry’s thighs as he came.
Title: Gratuitous Frotting
Author:
shocfixPairing: Harry/Ron
Words: 335
Rating: NC-17
magicofisis wondered why Hermione thought that Ron’s and Harry’s hugs were identical… Could they have learned from each other?Gratuitous Frotting
****
"Are you insane?" Harry squeaked.
"No," Ron said, with great dignity. "I want you to show me how you hug Hermione, so I don't go beyond that."
"You want me to hug you?"
"Yup."
"Well, I just... I think of Hermione as a sister," Harry said. "Just hug her like you'd hug Ginny."
Ron snorted.
"But I can pin Ginny to my bed and tickle her without... humiliating myself," Ron pointed out. "Hugging Ginny is like hugging you."
"Oh," Harry said, in a very small voice. "Really?"
"Absolutely," Ron said, tackling Harry and pushing him back on the bed. "See?"
He pinned Harry's legs with his own and grabbed one wrist and held it above Harry's head as he ran his other hand up inside his t-shirt, reaching for his most ticklish areas.
“Ron, stop!” Harry begged, trying to twist away.
Ron moved over him. “There’s no way I could tickle Hermione like this without…”
He trailed off, both of them freezing as Harry’s erection dug him in the thigh.
“I’m sorry,” Harry whispered.
“Harry?”
“I’m sorry, just let me go.”
Ron frowned down at him, then moved his hips experimentally, grinding against Harry’s cock.
“What are you doing?” Harry gasped.
“I dunno,” Ron said, aligning his own stirring cock against Harry’s and thrusting again.
“Ron, you’ll... oh dear god… regret this,” Harry whimpered spreading his legs as Ron settled between them.
“D’you reckon?” Ron asked, pinning both of Harry’s wrists as he surged against him.
“’Course,” Harry panted, meeting each thrust and tipping his head back as Ron’s lips settled on his neck. “It’s… Hermione… you like Hermione.”
“Like you, too,” Ron murmured into his skin, pressing kisses up to the corner of his jaw.
“But not like that… this…” Harry muttered, biting his lip and closing his eyes against the glow of Ron’s hair as his climax ripped through him.
“Reckon you’re wrong, there,” Ron whispered, sealing their mouths together as his rhythm broke and he jerked between Harry’s thighs as he came.