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Missing Him - for kerryblaze - Harry/Ron - NC-17
Title : Missing Him
For :kerryblaze
Pairing : Harry/Ron
Prompt : red socks
Words : 507
Rating : NC-17
Harry had been at the Cannon's winter training camp for a fortnight and Ron had slept holding his pillow and had sternly told Hedwig she was not to let her master know this.
But he missed him.
God, he was turning into such a girl.
The flat was so quiet; he sat on the couch with his curry, not even bothering to tip it out of the container – no washing up necessary – eating in silence.
He showered quickly – no reason to linger, without Harry's hands on his body, Harry's mouth sucking up drops of water; Harry dropping to his knees and taking his aching cock between those beautiful lips.
He slept in one of Harry's old t-shirts, no need for black silk boxers that only stayed on for minutes, anyway.
He stroked himself to brutally swift climaxes, his face buried in Harry's pillow, just so he could sleep.
On Saturday morning, he lingered in bed, not because he was pinned to the mattress by Harry's cock, but because he couldn't be arsed to get up.
He pouted and looked at the dolls on Harry's chest of drawers.
He'd bought Harry the doll for their first Christmas together, after the war, and he still cringed at the thought of how stupid he'd felt as Harry unwrapped it. He'd thought Harry would hide it, if not throw it away; he knew how much Harry hated all the Chosen One crap.
But Harry had bought him an actual Doll Who Lived, complete with glasses, wand and silvery invisibility cloak.
And the two dolls lived on top of Harry's chest of drawers, sitting side by side, arms linked.
Invisibility cloak thrown across their laps, so no one could see where the Harry doll had his hand.
Dolls.
They were both turning into such girls.
Ron snorted and sat up.
What he needed was a brutal, manly wank.
He reached behind his neck and hauled Harry's t-shirt off; flopping onto his back, he spread his legs and exhaled, deeply.
He closed his eyes and let one hand drift down his body, rubbing at his nipples as he imagined Harry kneeling over him, imagined Harry's mouth on him, Harry's hands stroking him.
He wrapped his hand round his cock, imagining Harry pressing him down into the bed, their cocks sliding against each other.
There was nothing like a manly wank, right?
Nothing like his Harry.
He was distracted by the sound of the Floo rattling into life.
Sure it was Harry, returning early, he leapt out of bed.
How could he explain the erection that was dragging him towards the lounge? Oh, sod it, might as well make a feature of it.
He grabbed a pair of red socks off his chest of drawers and rolled one onto his cock; yup, very festive.
He added some silver tinsel from the box of Christmas decorations he'd promised to put up by the time Harry got back.
Dashing into the lounge, he struck a jaunty pose.
"Ronald!" his mum gasped, as Ginny fell over, sniggering.
Title : Missing Him
For :
kerryblazePairing : Harry/Ron
Prompt : red socks
Words : 507
Rating : NC-17
Harry had been at the Cannon's winter training camp for a fortnight and Ron had slept holding his pillow and had sternly told Hedwig she was not to let her master know this.
But he missed him.
God, he was turning into such a girl.
The flat was so quiet; he sat on the couch with his curry, not even bothering to tip it out of the container – no washing up necessary – eating in silence.
He showered quickly – no reason to linger, without Harry's hands on his body, Harry's mouth sucking up drops of water; Harry dropping to his knees and taking his aching cock between those beautiful lips.
He slept in one of Harry's old t-shirts, no need for black silk boxers that only stayed on for minutes, anyway.
He stroked himself to brutally swift climaxes, his face buried in Harry's pillow, just so he could sleep.
On Saturday morning, he lingered in bed, not because he was pinned to the mattress by Harry's cock, but because he couldn't be arsed to get up.
He pouted and looked at the dolls on Harry's chest of drawers.
He'd bought Harry the doll for their first Christmas together, after the war, and he still cringed at the thought of how stupid he'd felt as Harry unwrapped it. He'd thought Harry would hide it, if not throw it away; he knew how much Harry hated all the Chosen One crap.
But Harry had bought him an actual Doll Who Lived, complete with glasses, wand and silvery invisibility cloak.
And the two dolls lived on top of Harry's chest of drawers, sitting side by side, arms linked.
Invisibility cloak thrown across their laps, so no one could see where the Harry doll had his hand.
Dolls.
They were both turning into such girls.
Ron snorted and sat up.
What he needed was a brutal, manly wank.
He reached behind his neck and hauled Harry's t-shirt off; flopping onto his back, he spread his legs and exhaled, deeply.
He closed his eyes and let one hand drift down his body, rubbing at his nipples as he imagined Harry kneeling over him, imagined Harry's mouth on him, Harry's hands stroking him.
He wrapped his hand round his cock, imagining Harry pressing him down into the bed, their cocks sliding against each other.
There was nothing like a manly wank, right?
Nothing like his Harry.
He was distracted by the sound of the Floo rattling into life.
Sure it was Harry, returning early, he leapt out of bed.
How could he explain the erection that was dragging him towards the lounge? Oh, sod it, might as well make a feature of it.
He grabbed a pair of red socks off his chest of drawers and rolled one onto his cock; yup, very festive.
He added some silver tinsel from the box of Christmas decorations he'd promised to put up by the time Harry got back.
Dashing into the lounge, he struck a jaunty pose.
"Ronald!" his mum gasped, as Ginny fell over, sniggering.