Candles - H/R - NC-17
Title: Candles
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Words: 850
Rating: NC-17

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


Candles
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Ginny rolled her eyes as her mother brought her birthday cake to the table.

It had ballet dancers on it, in bright pink tutus, and George sniggered.

"Aw, baby Gin Gin wuvs ballet dancers," he whispered loudly.

"Mum," Ginny complained, bending her own squirming daughter in half and wedging her into her highchair. "I really am far too old to blow out my candles, anymore."

"Mummy old," the miniature redhead confirmed.

"And there are so many," Fred complained, dramatically shielding his face from the heat. "It's causing a fire hazard."

Angelina poked and shushed him and Ginny glared at him.

"You can't say I'm not allowed to make my little girl a proper birthday tea," Molly protested. "Just make a wish and blow them out."

Ginny opened her mouth to complain, but Neville's hand on her arm stopped her, and she turned it into a deep breath to blow out the candles.

Neville squeezed her hand and she visibly relaxed.

Ron caught Harry's eye and made what he obviously and ostentatiously intended to be a suggestive wish making face.

Harry rolled his eyes and raised an eyebrow and Ron nodded towards the garden.

In the chaos of Ginny bitching about her mother and the cake being cut and the grandchildren wanting the pieces with most icing, Harry slipped away.

"What?" he asked, as soon as Ron closed the back door behind them.

"You have to kiss me," Ron said earnestly, catching hold of his hand.

"Why?" Harry asked, laughing.

"'Cos that is what I wished for," Ron said, pulling him closer.

Harry tripped over a chicken, stuck his foot in a rusty cauldron and fell into Ron's arms.

"You're so graceful," Ron sniggered, standing him upright.

"Youngest Seeker in a century," Harry confirmed, stepping out of the cauldron and sending it spinning across the yard.

"Oh, come here, you twit," Ron laughed and Harry reached for him, his arms sliding round Ron's neck as he leant in for his kiss.

"What did you wish for?" Ron murmured against his lips.

"It wasn't my cake," Harry said, sounding rather shocked.

"OK, what do you wish for?" Ron pressed, his arms looped round Harry's waist.

"You," Harry said simply.

"Your wish is my command," Ron said. "You know I'll do anything you ask."

Harry smiled at him and nodded eagerly.

"OK," Ron said. "While, logically, 'I'll do anything you ask' does include doing nothing, I'd really like a suggestion, here."

"Idiot," Harry said, stealing another kiss. "Come fly with me?"

"Anytime," Ron said happily, stealing it back and setting off across the garden to the broomshed.

They chose brooms and kicked off from the ground, spiralling round each other, out into the paddock where they could fly properly.

Ron hovered in front of the tree he always used as his hoops, watching Harry circling round him, the wind whipping his hair, his eyes sparkling.

"There is nothing like watching you fly, Harry," he called. "You're so beautiful."

Harry swooped closer, resting his hand on Ron's broomstick, between his thighs.

"Anything?" he asked.

"Anything, what?" Ron echoed.

"You'll do anything I ask," Harry reminded him.

"Oh, yeah," Ron confirmed, smiling at his enthusiastic face.

Harry's hand slid along the shaft, until the tips of his fingers were pressed up against Ron's balls.

"How d'you fancy a blow job?" Harry asked.

"Very much and always," Ron smiled, pushing down on his broom's handle and preparing to descend.

"Up here," Harry said swiftly, preventing him from leaving.

"Here?" Ron squeaked, round eyed, looking round them.

Harry nodded.

"Wow," Ron said, smiling broadly. "D'you reckon it's possible?"

"Well," Harry said, his hand caressing the growing bulge in Ron's jeans. "We can either ask Angelina, or we can try it."

"Try it," Ron said swiftly, reaching for his zip and freeing his erection.

Harry's eyes lit up and he nudged closer, kissing him as he stroked his cock.

"You up for it?" he whispered against Ron's lips.

"I am always up for it," Ron sniggered.

Harry rolled his eyes and dropped lower on his broom, until his face was level with Ron's groin.

He leant forward, braced his feet against his foot rests and took the head of Ron's cock in his mouth.

He dipped his head, but Ron floated away.

Harry grunted and sucked hard, pulling Ron back towards him by his cock.

Ron sighed.

Harry reached up and hooked his fingers through Ron's belt loops.

"You'll have to work with me," Harry muttered. "Or, um, against me."

With something to brace himself against, it worked better; Ron leant forward on each stroke, his cock sliding between Harry's lips.

"Brilliant," Ron gasped, driving deep into Harry's mouth.

"Hmmm," Harry hummed around him, sucking hard.

"Gonna… gonna come, Harry," Ron moaned. "Gonna fucking fall, Harry!"

Harry's arms slid around Ron's hips as his cock jerked and flooded his mouth, and Ron collapsed forward into his arms.

Ron struggled upright, cupped Harry's face in his hands and kissed him slowly.

"You know you're my every dream come true," Harry whispered.

"You can blow my candle anytime," Ron sniggered.


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