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Washing - H/R - NC-17
Title: Washing
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Words: 483
Rating: NC-17
A smutlet for my Harry/Ron claim at 50_smutlets.
Washing
****
By the time a shaky Harry found his glasses and staggered into the bathroom, Ron and Seamus had stepped under a hot shower.
"Fuck," he whispered, awestruck.
Apparently, all ground rules were off, and two tall, slender, freckled bodies were locked together.
The water beat down on their heads, darkening long red hair and plastering it to cheeks and necks; their mouths clashed, both muttering incoherent swear words and probing each other with tongues visible as water ran down their faces.
Large hands ran in circles down identical backs, following moving contours of muscle and bone to settle on tight arse cheeks.
Harry leant against the wall, his own hand drifting to his reawakening cock; his Ron was the most beautiful thing in the world, and the sight before him was almost too perfect.
He stroked himself as he watched one Ron push the other against the wall, breaking the open mouthed kiss to sink his teeth into a creamy, freckled shoulder.
"Fuck, Weasley," the Ron against the wall murmured, tipping back his head to allow his assailant to suck on his neck.
"Shut up," Ron muttered. "Too weird."
But not too weird to stop him running his hands down his double's body, circling his nipples with his thumbs and coming to rest on his hips.
Seamus thrust forward unsubtly and Ron took a step forward, aligning two gorgeous erections and wrapping his hand round both of them.
"Oh dear god," Harry murmured, sinking to his knees beside the bath and admiring the muscles flexing in Ron's arse as he thrust into his hand, his wet skin sliding against a whimpering Seamus.
A stream of Irish swear words in Ron's voice was cut off by Ron capturing the identical, babbling lips in a bruising kiss and pinning him against the wall with his body.
Seamus' hands cupped Ron's arse, hauling them closer, his fingertips slipping between Ron's cheeks as their cocks ground together.
"Gonna come," Ron muttered, tearing his mouth away and gasping for breath.
"I know," his double echoed.
"Is that OK?" Ron asked.
"Oh, for fuck's sake," Seamus moaned. "What do you think?"
Ron laughed and buried his face in the freckled neck in front of him, thrusting hard until his come covered the identical cocks sliding between his fingers.
Harry whimpered, resting his cheek on the edge of the bath and squeezing his own cock as Ron took a shaky step back, bracing one hand above Seamus' shoulder and stroking his cock firmly with the other.
"I know what you need," he muttered, touching the mirror of his own cock in just the right way to drag an intense climax out of him.
They both collapsed into the bath, in a tangle of freckled limbs, the water still beating down on them, washing their sweaty, come splattered bodies.
Ron rested his head beside Harry's.
"Fuck, Harry, I'm gorgeous," he muttered.
My Table.
Title: Washing
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Words: 483
Rating: NC-17
A smutlet for my Harry/Ron claim at 50_smutlets.
Washing
****
By the time a shaky Harry found his glasses and staggered into the bathroom, Ron and Seamus had stepped under a hot shower.
"Fuck," he whispered, awestruck.
Apparently, all ground rules were off, and two tall, slender, freckled bodies were locked together.
The water beat down on their heads, darkening long red hair and plastering it to cheeks and necks; their mouths clashed, both muttering incoherent swear words and probing each other with tongues visible as water ran down their faces.
Large hands ran in circles down identical backs, following moving contours of muscle and bone to settle on tight arse cheeks.
Harry leant against the wall, his own hand drifting to his reawakening cock; his Ron was the most beautiful thing in the world, and the sight before him was almost too perfect.
He stroked himself as he watched one Ron push the other against the wall, breaking the open mouthed kiss to sink his teeth into a creamy, freckled shoulder.
"Fuck, Weasley," the Ron against the wall murmured, tipping back his head to allow his assailant to suck on his neck.
"Shut up," Ron muttered. "Too weird."
But not too weird to stop him running his hands down his double's body, circling his nipples with his thumbs and coming to rest on his hips.
Seamus thrust forward unsubtly and Ron took a step forward, aligning two gorgeous erections and wrapping his hand round both of them.
"Oh dear god," Harry murmured, sinking to his knees beside the bath and admiring the muscles flexing in Ron's arse as he thrust into his hand, his wet skin sliding against a whimpering Seamus.
A stream of Irish swear words in Ron's voice was cut off by Ron capturing the identical, babbling lips in a bruising kiss and pinning him against the wall with his body.
Seamus' hands cupped Ron's arse, hauling them closer, his fingertips slipping between Ron's cheeks as their cocks ground together.
"Gonna come," Ron muttered, tearing his mouth away and gasping for breath.
"I know," his double echoed.
"Is that OK?" Ron asked.
"Oh, for fuck's sake," Seamus moaned. "What do you think?"
Ron laughed and buried his face in the freckled neck in front of him, thrusting hard until his come covered the identical cocks sliding between his fingers.
Harry whimpered, resting his cheek on the edge of the bath and squeezing his own cock as Ron took a shaky step back, bracing one hand above Seamus' shoulder and stroking his cock firmly with the other.
"I know what you need," he muttered, touching the mirror of his own cock in just the right way to drag an intense climax out of him.
They both collapsed into the bath, in a tangle of freckled limbs, the water still beating down on them, washing their sweaty, come splattered bodies.
Ron rested his head beside Harry's.
"Fuck, Harry, I'm gorgeous," he muttered.
My Table.