Toys - H/R - NC-17
Title: Toys
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Words: 517
Rating: NC-17

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


Toys
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Harry waited for it to come from Ron.

He knew his Weasley, and he knew it had to come from him.

So he kept the anal plug in his bedside drawer and watched Ron wander round the flat, muttering and shaking his head; watched him being grumpy with people at work, though never with Seamus.

Harry had already showered and slipped into bed, lying with one arm behind his head, watching Ron prowling.

Ron was naked, after his shower, but hadn't approached the bed; he tidied away dirty clothes into the laundry basket his mother had charmed to follow him; he threw away envelopes and sweet wrappers and an apple core from the top of his chest of drawers.

Harry rolled his eyes and was just about to crack, and speak, when Ron plonked himself down, at the end of the bed, and ran his fingers over the swirly pattern on the blanket.

"You said it was perfect," he blurted out.

"What?" Harry asked.

"You had the perfect orgasm," Ron said. "When Seamus fucked you."

Harry sat up and gave him a very stern look. "It wasn't perfect because I was being fucked," he said.

Ron shrugged a shoulder.

"It was perfect because I was fucking you, but I was still… full."

"Same thing," Ron muttered.

"Is that what you want?" Harry asked. "Another threesome?"

"No," Ron said firmly. "No, I don't want anyone else. You know that."

"I know," Harry said, with a small smile, reaching into his bedside cabinet. "Which is why I got you a present."

Ron raised an eyebrow. "A butt plug?" he said.

"I reckoned this is the next best thing," Harry explained, caressing it suggestively until Ron sniggered.

"I… um… so, inside me?" Ron asked, taking it from him and examining it.

"Yup," Harry said.

"Where d'you get it?"

"Fred and George do an adult line," Harry said, straight faced.

"You did not…." Ron spluttered and dropped it on the bed, between them.

"No," Harry admitted.

"You bastard," Ron hissed.

"I wish I could have," Harry said. "'Cos theirs have all sorts of charms to make them grow and rotate and stuff."

"Oh, god," Ron muttered. "I don't wanna know."

Harry laughed. "No, this is from a Muggle catalogue," he said. "Nothing fancy; I just prepare you and slip it inside you."

"Yeah?" Ron breathed, picking it up again. "And then?"

"And then, when you fuck me, when you thrust into me…"

"Fuck, yeah," Ron said, eagerly, bearing Harry back onto the bed. "Let's do it."

"Y'don't wanna give it any thought?" Harry laughed, as Ron's hand roamed down his body."

"No," Ron muttered against his neck. "Want you to hook your hands behind your knees and hold yourself open for me."

"Any time," Harry sighed, as Ron's hand closed round his cock and tugged it urgently to life.

"Want to fuck you, Harry," Ron moaned, rubbing himself against Harry's hip. "Want to feel your toy in my arse as I push into you."

"Then what the fuck are we waiting for?" Harry gasped, grabbing his wand and Summoning their lube.


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