Music - H/R - NC-17
Title: Music
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Words: 474
Rating: NC-17

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


Music
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Harry had rolled his eyes and pretended to make a fuss, but he allowed Ron to shoehorn them both into their leather trousers and drag him to a dark club, with throbbing music.

Ron was right: they'd had a crap week at work, and they needed to unwind.

He would have preferred to unwind somewhere quieter, with a more naked Ron, but they could do that later.

Tonight he could watch Ron being oblivious to the number of eyes welded to his arse, and feel smug.

Yeah, people looked at them, when they went out in the Wizarding World, but that was still because of the Chosen One crap.

Here, in a Muggle night club, the women, the gay men, and a fair number of dazed straight men, were admiring Ron's leather trousers.

They grabbed a bottled beer and squeezed onto the dance floor.

Harry didn't really like dancing, damaged for life, as he was, by the Yule Ball.

But this wasn't everyone in the room watching him; the room was dark, the music loud, the dance floor crowded.

And he and Ron couldn't have kept an inch of room between them, had they wanted to. He put his arms round Ron's neck, his bottle resting between Ron's shoulder blades.

Ron kissed him on the temple and wrapped his own arms round Harry's waist, pulling him even closer, his beer pressed against Harry's arse, mirroring the feeling of Ron's erection, pressed against his groin.

It was too loud to hear what anyone was saying, but they kept eye contact as they danced, the fingers of one of Ron's hands trying to slip down the back of his trousers, but not getting very far, as they were so tight.

Harry ground his cock harder against Ron's, reveling in the darkness and the anonymity and the flushed look on Ron's beautiful face as he pressed back.

"C'mon," Ron mouthed, grabbing his wrist and pulling him through the crowd to a darkened corner.

"You can't," Harry moaned as Ron pushed him against the wall and loomed over him, blocking him from view with his body as he unzipped Harry's trousers and grasping the cock that leapt out at him.

Harry's eyes widened and he tipped his head back to accept Ron's kiss, losing himself as Ron stroked him, matching the rhythm to the pulse of the music.

Ron swiftly pulled his climax from him and he sagged against the wall, watching Ron wipe his fingers on the black hairs dotted down his belly.

"Thanks," he snorted, tucking himself back into his trousers and looking round for a gents to go and clean up.

"Anytime," Ron smiled, stepping back.

Harry smiled and moved past him.

"What'ya want to drink?" Ron called over his shoulder, as he made his way to the bar.

"Get me a bourbon, would'ya babe?"


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