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Sugar Quills - for satindolls – Harry/Ron – NC-17
Title : Sugar Quills
For :satindolls
Pairing : Harry/Ron
Prompt : sugar quills
Words : 408
Rating : NC-17
The twins had been only too pleased to try out my suggestion, though they begged me not to give them a detailed road test report.
I assured them it would snow in hell before I told them what it was like to suck their baby brother's cock.
And I know they always test their products on themselves, initially, and that thought didn't help, either.
But here I am, proud owner of the world's first official Qock Quill.
And there is Ron, sprawled on the couch in his Cannons boxers and a t-shirt, feet up on the coffee table, reading Quidditch Monthly and loudly ogling the scantily clad girls advertising the newest brooms, to try and make me jealous.
And there am I, in the armchair opposite, with a charming view of his balls, sliding out of his boxers.
I idly take out the Quill and murmur the Charm that activates it and bonds it to Ron's cock.
He is reading aloud, something about the Zimbabwe national team, when I take just the tip of the Quill in my mouth.
He stops abruptly, shifting from one buttock to the other.
I run my tongue slowly round the tip and then take it deeper in my mouth, sucking gently.
Ron drops the magazine, spreads his knees and glares at his boxers.
I suck a little harder and Ron stifles a groan as we watch his cock rise inside the orange silk.
Thrusting the Quill in and out of my mouth, I suck greedily, swallowing my own moan as the outline of Ron's erection presses tight against the material.
He is looking wild eyed and his legs are spread wide apart and I will him to look over at me.
And, just as he does, I take the Quill from my mouth, deliberately and obviously lick it from root to tip, before replacing it between my lips and sucking as hard as I can.
Once he realises it is only me and a magical sweet, his face lights up and the tension leaves his body.
"Brilliant," he breathes, watching me make love to the Quill with my lips and tongue.
"Bloody brilliant," he whispers, freeing his cock from his boxers and arching off the couch as I suck harder.
"Fucking brilliant," he cries, whimpering as he comes across his belly.
I moan at the sight, and at the taste of the syrup that erupts from the Quill and fills my mouth.
Title : Sugar Quills
For :
satindollsPairing : Harry/Ron
Prompt : sugar quills
Words : 408
Rating : NC-17
The twins had been only too pleased to try out my suggestion, though they begged me not to give them a detailed road test report.
I assured them it would snow in hell before I told them what it was like to suck their baby brother's cock.
And I know they always test their products on themselves, initially, and that thought didn't help, either.
But here I am, proud owner of the world's first official Qock Quill.
And there is Ron, sprawled on the couch in his Cannons boxers and a t-shirt, feet up on the coffee table, reading Quidditch Monthly and loudly ogling the scantily clad girls advertising the newest brooms, to try and make me jealous.
And there am I, in the armchair opposite, with a charming view of his balls, sliding out of his boxers.
I idly take out the Quill and murmur the Charm that activates it and bonds it to Ron's cock.
He is reading aloud, something about the Zimbabwe national team, when I take just the tip of the Quill in my mouth.
He stops abruptly, shifting from one buttock to the other.
I run my tongue slowly round the tip and then take it deeper in my mouth, sucking gently.
Ron drops the magazine, spreads his knees and glares at his boxers.
I suck a little harder and Ron stifles a groan as we watch his cock rise inside the orange silk.
Thrusting the Quill in and out of my mouth, I suck greedily, swallowing my own moan as the outline of Ron's erection presses tight against the material.
He is looking wild eyed and his legs are spread wide apart and I will him to look over at me.
And, just as he does, I take the Quill from my mouth, deliberately and obviously lick it from root to tip, before replacing it between my lips and sucking as hard as I can.
Once he realises it is only me and a magical sweet, his face lights up and the tension leaves his body.
"Brilliant," he breathes, watching me make love to the Quill with my lips and tongue.
"Bloody brilliant," he whispers, freeing his cock from his boxers and arching off the couch as I suck harder.
"Fucking brilliant," he cries, whimpering as he comes across his belly.
I moan at the sight, and at the taste of the syrup that erupts from the Quill and fills my mouth.