Whipped Cream - H/R - NC-17
Title: Whipped Cream
Author: shocfix
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Words: 656
Rating: NC-17

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


Whipped Cream
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Ron grabbed something else from the kitchen on his way to bed.

Harry was sitting on their bed, looking spell shocked.

"Aw, c'mon, Harry," he said, sitting beside him on the bed. "It was just an erection."

Harry glared at him. "It was my erection," he said.

"Well," Ron shrugged. "It was only Hermione."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Harry asked.

"Well," Ron gestured expansively. "You must have seen Hermione naked – she must have seen you naked."

"When?" Harry demanded. "Hermione is like a sister to me; I don't want to think of her naked; there should be no sexual imagery. She is like a third sex; there are men, women and Hermione."

Ron shook his head. "You don't see me freaking out 'cos she's seen me naked," he said.

Harry snorted. "You don't care who sees you naked, plus it's different."

"How?"

"You and Hermione used to be together; that is when you saw each other naked. You still have that strange suggestive way of talking to each other."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Ron asked.

"Well, you're suggestive to everyone, but Hermione talks to you differently than how she talks to normal people."

Ron blinked. "Normal?" he protested. "Oh, look, it doesn't matter. Let's get to bed."

"I'm not in the mood, anymore," Harry sighed, undoing his shirt. "Let's just sleep."

"Hey, how insensitive do you think I am?" Ron demanded. "I meant sleep."

"No you didn't," Harry smiled.

Ron grinned broadly. "How d'you guess?"

"You have something hidden behind your back," Harry laughed. "And I doubt it's innocent."

"C'mon then," Ron said, ostentatiously hiding his booty and stripping his clothes off.

Harry shook his head, wryly, and undressed. "How d'you want me?" he asked, resigned to his fate.

"Handcuffed," Ron said, plainly.

Harry blinked slowly and lay down on the bed, raising his hands above his head.

Ron activated the handcuffs and looked at Harry hungrily. "I love having you at my mercy," he whispered.

Harry pulled on his bonds and swallowed. "So," he said. "What've you got?"

Ron's face lit up. "My dad gave it to me," he said.

"What?" Harry spluttered. "I really don't want to think of your dad giving you sex toys!"

"Nah," Ron said, wrinkling his nose. "Dad had it 'cos it's a Muggle food thing, and he thought it was amazing. I took it so I can lick it off you."

Harry raised an eyebrow.

Ron produced a can of whipped cream, with a flourish.

"It's brilliant," he enthused. "Dad showed me; you just shake it and then press a button, and it goes everywhere!"

"I know," Harry said. "I always wanted to try it, my aunt wouldn't buy it."

"Ah," Ron smiled, pushing Harry's legs apart and kneeling between them. "But I bet you wanted to put it on your pumpkin pie."

"Apple pie," Harry said nervously as Ron shook his can vigorously.

"I bet you were too sweet and innocent to think of this."

And he started spraying; the frothy cream forming a cone on the head of Harry's cock, before Ron leant down and sucked it clean.

Harry gasped, peering down his body to watch Ron's lips wrapped round his cock.

Ron released it and licked his lips, smiling up at his lover. "Excellent," he murmured, weighing Harry's cock down again with cream.

Harry sighed happily and collapsed against his pillows as Ron licked it off.

"I can't imagine you'd have wanted to do this," Ron whispered, completely covering Harry's cock and balls with cream before scooping mouthfuls off with his tongue and swallowing them.

"You're gonna make yourself sick," Harry murmured.

Ron laughed, before sucking Harry's cock as far into his mouth as he could, swirling his tongue round to catch every drop of cream. "I can't imagine anything tastier," he said.

"You do realise they do chocolate flavour, don't you?" Harry asked, as Ron's head reared back, his eyes lighting up.


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