Computer - H/R - NC-17
Title: Computer
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Words: 614
Rating: NC-17

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


Computer
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Harry watched Myfanwy being patted on the bottom as she herded her regulars out of the door, and he insisted they wait until the Polyjuice wore off before he'd access the same bottom.

Ron protested. "It's not the same bottom," he laughed. "Mine is way higher off the ground."

"Very funny."

"And firmer."

"Possibly."

"More freckles."

"I don't want to talk about her bottom," Harry said.

"I don't suppose you want to be inside me, when I change back?"

"So not, Ron," Harry said flatly. "That doesn't sound sexy at all."

"I don't mean inside my girl's bits," Ron said. "That's too kinky."

"Drop it," Harry muttered, trailing after his curvy blonde girlfriend as she locked the night's takings in the safe in the pub's office.

"You're taking this all very seriously, aren't you?" he said.

"We've done enough to poor old Myfanwy," he said. "We can't lose her her job, too."

Harry sat down and prodded at the computer squatting on the desk.

"Oh, leave the Muggle crap alone," Ron complained, fluttering his eyelashes. "Come up to my room."

Harry glanced at the icons on the screen. "Myfanwy's room," he said.

"OK, Myfanwy's room," Ron said, rolling his eyes.

"No," Harry said. "On the computer, there's a camera in Myfanwy's room."

"Kinky," Ron said, coming to lean on Harry's shoulder and watching as he clicked and launched the camera. "Myfanwy's bed."

"What d'you reckon?" Harry asked. "Some sort of security camera?"

Ron snorted. "Some sort of kinky bastard," he said. "Still, let's not waste it."

He kissed Harry on the cheek and ran out of the room.

By the time Harry had reached for the keyboard, to shut down the camera, Ron had appeared in Myfanwy's bedroom, stripped down to her panties, and perched, cross legged on her bed.

Harry rolled his eyes.

Ron looked at his watch. He held three fingers up to the camera.

Harry laughed and sat back in his chair, crossing his arms and making himself comfortable. He could wait three minutes for the show.

Ron sat and twirled hair around his fingers, while Harry watched him fondly; but not so fondly that he didn't close his eyes as the Polyjuice wore off.

When he opened them, a naked Ron was lying sprawled on the bed, grinning up at the camera and slowly stroking himself to an impressive erection.

"You sexy bastard," Harry whispered, unzipping his own trousers and slipping his hand inside.

He watched Ron's fingers moving on his shaft and mirrored his action, sliding his own hand up and down his hardening cock.

Ron was having a great time, playing to the camera, his grin was wicked as he stared up at Harry, pinching his nipples and biting his lip.

"That's it," Harry murmured. "Touch yourself."

Ron spread his legs, his arse lifting off the mattress as he performed for his lover.

As his other hand strayed between his legs and squeezed his balls, Harry had had enough.

He shut down the camera and ran awkwardly from the room, his cock leading the way, taking the stairs three at a time and bursting into Myfanwy's room.

"What's wrong?" Ron asked, as Harry leapt on him.

"Shut up," Harry said, his mouth sealing over Ron's as he kicked off his shoes and jeans and settled between Ron's legs.

"Shutting up," Ron murmured, his hands closing on Harry's arse and holding tight as he thrust down against him.

"Don't need a show," Harry said. "Need to touch you."

His cock slid perfectly against Ron's.

"Missed you," he hissed.

"I'm right here," Ron said, holding him tight.

"I don't like Myfanwy," Harry said. "I like you."

"I like you, too."


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