Touch - H/R - NC-17
Title: Touch
Author: shocfix
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Words: 667
Rating: NC-17

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


Touch
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Harry breathed deeply, hands fisted on his thighs, trying to pull back from the brink of his climax.

"Stop," Ron had whispered, placing his hand over Harry's and squeezing tightly. "Not yet."

The firm mattress shifted and he heard Ron stripping of his trousers.

"C'mon, you too," Ron said, helping Harry to kneel up and pushing his trousers and boxers down to his knees.

Harry sat back and kicked them away, and reached for his blindfold.

"No," Ron said. "Leave it on, Harry."

Harry swallowed and nodded. "OK," he whispered.

He leant back on his hands and sensed Ron somewhere in front of him. He jumped as Ron's hands landed on his knees, but exhaled happily as they ran up his thighs, pushing them apart as Ron settled between them.

He held his breath, but Ron didn't go any further. His thumbs were running along Harry's groin, just grazing his balls, but that wasn't nearly enough.

Harry arched his back and parted his legs further, leaving Ron in no doubt where his attention was required.

Ron laughed quietly and one hand cupped Harry's balls. Harry sighed, his eyes rolling back in his head beneath his closed eyelids as Ron's other hand finally closed around his cock.

"Your mouth," he whispered. "Please."

He felt Ron's hair tickle him as he leant down and nuzzled his balls.

Ron opened his mouth and Harry felt hot breath against his skin as Ron licked and nipped at him before taking the head of his cock between his lips and sucking gently. Harry's arms gave way as he lay back on the bed, clasping his hands behind his head.

Harry moaned as Ron's head bobbed up and down his shaft, tongue swirling. He felt his cock being pulled downwards and thought that Ron was looking up at him, but then he heard Tristan by his head and realised Ron was looking into the camera, as he sucked.

His cock throbbed and Ron hummed around it, stopping caressing Harry's balls to run his hands up Harry's thighs until they were behind his knees. Harry smiled and pulled his knees towards him as Ron pushed, opening himself up as Ron let go of his cock.

Tristan was definitely looming above him now, but Harry didn't care, because Ron's hands were under his arse, lifting him as his tongue ran in circles over his balls.

"Please," he whispered, hooking his hands behind his knees.

He felt Ron settle lower on the bed, and held his breath, waiting to feel Ron's mouth on his arse, but Ron seemed content just to touch him with gentle fingers.

He squeezed Harry's arse cheeks, his thumbs ghosting past his hole and making him gasp.

One fingertip brushed back and forth, across his hole, and Harry whimpered.

Pressing harder, Ron barely breached the ring of muscle, moving in tiny circles, barely stretching him.

"Please, Ron," he begged.

Ron reached up for something from Tristan, but Harry had no time to wonder what it was, because something icy cold and wet was running up and down, between his cheeks.

"Fuckyesthatsgood," he whispered.

Ron laughed, rimming Harry with the ice cube and watching him squirm.

"FuckRon… Ron… that's…. yes," Harry babbled.

Then Ron stopped to blow on his chilled flesh and he arched up off the bed.

"Please, Ron, inside me, anything."

Ron's hands held his cheeks wide apart, as he placed kisses down the path from his balls to his hole.

"Yes," he hissed, as Ron's lips closed over his hole, the tip of his tongue peeping out to lap at him, to breach him.

But Ron's tongue wasn't hot inside him; Ron's tongue was almost cold; Ron was… was…

Ron was holding the ice cube between his lips, rubbing it over his hole, pressing it into him, his body heat melting the ice.

Harry cried out and came over his stomach.

He ripped off the blindfold, gazing up at Ron, wild eyed, as Ron smiled round the melting ice cube.


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