Fingers - H/R - NC-17
Title: Fingers
Author: shocfix
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Words: 424
Rating: NC-17

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


Fingers
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Ron looked rather shifty.

He sat in Hermione's vacated chair and picked at the tikvenik.

"Um," Harry said.

Ron didn't look up.

Harry got up and started tidying the kitchen.

"What d'you want?" Ron asked quietly.

"I want to know what's wrong," Harry said.

Ron shrugged and shook his head. "No, nothing," he said.

"It's just… just that we… you…" Harry sighed.

"Nothing's wrong," Ron said, getting up to leave.

"I told Hermione you didn't want to be with me," Harry said to his back.

"What?" Ron spluttered, turning on his heel and gaping at him.

"This is the first time you've looked me in the eye for a week."

"Are you insane?" Ron demanded. "And what did Hermione say?"

"That you're embarrassed about the kinky stuff we did for Tristan."

Ron flushed. "Yeah, well," he muttered. "We… it was…"

"D'you regret it?" Harry said.

"No!"

"Then what?"

"It was all so… kinky," Ron finished lamely.

"I thought that was the point?" Harry asked.

Ron shrugged. "It just left me feeling I had to come up with more and more kinky stuff, and I went blank."

"That's it?" Harry demanded.

"I didn't know what you wanted me to do!"

"I wanted you to touch me, you idiot!" Harry shouted. "Anything, Ron. Touch me, kiss me, fuck me. Anything. But not nothing."

"You were screaming as you came, Harry," Ron complained. "I didn't think I could keep up that level of excitement."

Harry snorted. "It was a one off thing," he said. "The kinkiest stuff we could thing of; preserved on film, while we are still young and gorgeous. And stupid."

"Sorry," Ron muttered, shifting from foot to foot and looking like he wanted very much to reach out for his partner.

"Come here, you idiot," Harry muttered and Ron was in his arms.

"Fuck, Harry, I've been miserable," he whispered between frantic kisses. "I need you so much."

"Please," Harry said, as Ron's mouth sealed on his throat. "Please, now."

Ron groaned.

He spun Harry round, nuzzling into his hair and reaching round him to undo his jeans.

"Please," Harry hissed.

Ron bent him forwards, over Hermione's breakfast bar, and ran his hand over the arse at perfect arse level.

Harry grabbed desperately at a bottle of olive oil and handed it back to him.

Ron laughed and drizzled the oil between his cheeks and Harry whimpered, arching his back and opening himself.

"You're gorgeous," Ron whispered, slipping his fingers into Harry's body. "We've gotta do this every day, Harry. Never let me stop!"


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