Swimming - H/R - NC-17
Title: Swimming
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Words: 574
Rating: NC-17

A smutlet for my Harry/Ron claim at 50_smutlets.


Swimming
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Mrs Weasley had always wanted a pond, so they spent a weekend at the Burrow, helping Bill construct one.

Mr Weasley had brought home a catalogue showing Muggle swimming pools, and he'd had his eye set on a rectangular pool with a mosaic bottom.

Mrs Weasley had put her foot down, refusing to have something so unnatural under her willow trees, and the boys had dug out a lovely, curved pond, following the roots of the trees, and letting the catkins trail in the water.

When his mum had seen and approved their work, and, still muttering "I'll give you a mosaic bottom", taken her husband back inside, Ron and Harry sprawled on the bank and admired their work.

"Who knew you were so good with your hands?" Ron said, picking up Harry's muddy hand and looking for a clean bit to kiss.

Harry waggled his eyebrows and smirked suggestively.

"Ugh, you're all hot," Ron complained. "And sweaty."

"How about a swim?" Harry asked, stripping off the shorts and boots he'd worn for the manual labour.

He waded into the pool in his boxers, flinching as the cold water hit his hot skin. Turning he rolled his eyes as Ron splashed into the pool, stark naked.

"Ever heard of swimwear," Harry asked, sinking up to his neck and exhaling deeply.

Ron snorted. "My parents are not gonna be shocked at the sight of my arse," he pointed out as he reached Harry and looped his arms round his waist.

"They'd be rather shocked at some of the things you've done with it," Harry smiled, stealing a kiss.

"I haven't done anything with it," Ron protested. "Arses are passive."

"Are you implying you're an innocent bystander?" Harry said.

"Harry, if I'm harmlessly kneeling on all fours, I can't stop you fucking me with your tongue."

Harry laughed. "You can't fight off a tongue?"

"Nope, I'm helpless."

Harry stuck out his tongue and went cross eyed, trying to look at it. "This tongue?" he asked.

"Overpowers me, every time," Ron confirmed.

"Golly, it's a good thing the bad guys don't know that," Harry said, wide eyed. "They put all that energy into dark curses and traps and stuff, when all they have to do is rim your arse!"

"Ah, no," Ron said, pulling Harry closer and kissing him slowly. "It only works with your tongue."

"You sap."

"Your sap."

Harry sniggered and kissed him.

"D'you realise I'm naked?" Ron asked.

"Uh, yeah, that was the whole point of this conversation."

"You realise I'm naked, yet you aren't stroking my cock?" Ron asked, rubbing himself against Harry's leg.

"In your mum's pond?" Harry asked, placing his hand over Ron's cock and holding it to his thigh.

"Lovely," Ron murmured, resting his forehead on Harry's shoulder and thrusting lazily between Harry's hand and his body.

"Would you really come in your mum's pond?" Harry said. "How could you look her in the eye?"

"One teaspoon full in the whole pond?" Ron chuckled, grinding his cock hard against him.

"Is that what Hermione meant by you having the emotional depth of a teaspoon?" Harry gasped.

"Shut up," Ron moaned. "'Sides, how is she supposed to notice it? Anyway, she has six sons, she's seen it all."

Harry laughed and tightened his grip, pressing kisses into Ron's skin as he surged against him

"'S good, Harry," Ron whispered. "Always so good."

And warm fluid filled Harry's hand, beneath the water.


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