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Lips - H/R - NC-17
Title: Lips
Author:shocfix
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Words: 717
Rating: NC-17
A smutlet for my Harry/Ron claim at 50_smutlets.
Lips
****
It was like they were newlyweds; they couldn't keep their hands off each other.
Friday afternoon's progress meeting saw them arriving ten minutes early, in conference room B, and kissing desperately until the others started drifting in.
Kingsley was already at the head of the table, going through Seamus' notes with him, when Tonks entered.
She rolled her eyes at the way Ron was carrying on a conversation with Orion Hutchinson, while he had a hand down the back of Harry's jeans.
Grabbing him by the hair, she yanked him out of his seat and dragged him round to the far side of the table.
"Try to focus on work for two more hours, Ronald," she whispered.
Ron scowled and rubbed his sore head.
"And that is why I am bald," Kingsley said, opening his folder.
"To stop Tonks getting a grip on ya, or because she ripped it all out, in one secret glorious night of sordid passion?" Seamus asked, shifting his chair away from his boss.
Kingsley glared at him.
"You started it," Seamus said, holding his hands up in a gesture of surrender.
Kingsley grunted and started the meeting, running through the state of each case and asking for reports from the various Aurors in charge of them.
Harry tried very hard to focus on work.
He had an update prepared on the Goyle case, and a request for more surveillance.
He had Tonks frowning at him, as if it was his fault that Ron's finger had been rubbing hypnotic circles between his cheeks.
He had a horrible feeling that Ron had deliberately used the same hand to pass Kingsley a biscuit, when the tea trolley arrived.
He had Seamus smirking at him, delighting in Ron being caught out, as he felt some pride in 'teaching Harry everything he needed to know about pleasing his man', and he knew he'd get a comment, after the meeting, along the lines of Wednesday's 'ah, Harry, you were never this irresistible before I got my hands on you; you thought yer arse was just for ridin' a broom and shittin'."
And he had Ron gazing at him.
He had Ron running the tip of his quill back and forth along his parted lips.
He had Ron locking eyes with him and taking the tip of the quill into his mouth.
He had a stirring cock, trapped in his boxers, and an image of Ron kneeling at his feet and taking the tip of his cock between those plump, pink lips.
Of him making happy noises as he sucked, as if he was the luckiest bloke in the world, to have such a treasure in his mouth.
Of tangling his hand in that glorious red hair, and tipping Ron's head back just enough to meet his eyes as he came down his throat.
Of Ron's eyes fluttering closed as he swallowed.
Oh, fuck, what the hell was Kingsley talking about, now??
Ron took the quill out of his mouth for long enough to mouth 'gonna suck you.'
Harry exhaled hard, through his nostrils, and pressed the heel of his hand against his erection.
"Something to say, Potter?" Kingsley asked.
Harry looked blank.
"Ah, Tonks, I reckon you should drag him out of the room by his pubes," Seamus whispered loudly.
"I've seen them," Tonks whispered back, even louder. "I don't reckon he has enough to drag him by."
"Sure, we've all seen them," Seamus murmured. "Maybe you should grab them between your teeth."
"Will you both shut up," Harry hissed.
He glanced at Kingsley, who looked amused.
"Maybe a show of hands, as to who has seen Auror Potter naked," he suggested.
"Sorry, sir," Harry said, as Ron and Seamus raised their hands, followed by a giggling Susan Bones.
"In your dreams, Susan," Ron complained.
"Oh, yes," Susan confirmed, blushing.
"Oh, for fucks' sake," Harry muttered.
"I was under the impression we were members of an elite crime fighting force," Kingsley said, mildly.
"Na," Seamus said. "We're members of an elite I've Seen The Chosen One Naked Club."
"You shared a dorm for six years," Tonks pointed out.
"Maybe it should be the I've Seen The Chosen One Erect Club?" Susan suggested.
Ron, Seamus and Tonks raised their hands.
Susan joined them.
"In your dreams," the Club chorused.
My Table.
Title: Lips
Author:
shocfixPairing: Harry/Ron
Words: 717
Rating: NC-17
A smutlet for my Harry/Ron claim at 50_smutlets.
Lips
****
It was like they were newlyweds; they couldn't keep their hands off each other.
Friday afternoon's progress meeting saw them arriving ten minutes early, in conference room B, and kissing desperately until the others started drifting in.
Kingsley was already at the head of the table, going through Seamus' notes with him, when Tonks entered.
She rolled her eyes at the way Ron was carrying on a conversation with Orion Hutchinson, while he had a hand down the back of Harry's jeans.
Grabbing him by the hair, she yanked him out of his seat and dragged him round to the far side of the table.
"Try to focus on work for two more hours, Ronald," she whispered.
Ron scowled and rubbed his sore head.
"And that is why I am bald," Kingsley said, opening his folder.
"To stop Tonks getting a grip on ya, or because she ripped it all out, in one secret glorious night of sordid passion?" Seamus asked, shifting his chair away from his boss.
Kingsley glared at him.
"You started it," Seamus said, holding his hands up in a gesture of surrender.
Kingsley grunted and started the meeting, running through the state of each case and asking for reports from the various Aurors in charge of them.
Harry tried very hard to focus on work.
He had an update prepared on the Goyle case, and a request for more surveillance.
He had Tonks frowning at him, as if it was his fault that Ron's finger had been rubbing hypnotic circles between his cheeks.
He had a horrible feeling that Ron had deliberately used the same hand to pass Kingsley a biscuit, when the tea trolley arrived.
He had Seamus smirking at him, delighting in Ron being caught out, as he felt some pride in 'teaching Harry everything he needed to know about pleasing his man', and he knew he'd get a comment, after the meeting, along the lines of Wednesday's 'ah, Harry, you were never this irresistible before I got my hands on you; you thought yer arse was just for ridin' a broom and shittin'."
And he had Ron gazing at him.
He had Ron running the tip of his quill back and forth along his parted lips.
He had Ron locking eyes with him and taking the tip of the quill into his mouth.
He had a stirring cock, trapped in his boxers, and an image of Ron kneeling at his feet and taking the tip of his cock between those plump, pink lips.
Of him making happy noises as he sucked, as if he was the luckiest bloke in the world, to have such a treasure in his mouth.
Of tangling his hand in that glorious red hair, and tipping Ron's head back just enough to meet his eyes as he came down his throat.
Of Ron's eyes fluttering closed as he swallowed.
Oh, fuck, what the hell was Kingsley talking about, now??
Ron took the quill out of his mouth for long enough to mouth 'gonna suck you.'
Harry exhaled hard, through his nostrils, and pressed the heel of his hand against his erection.
"Something to say, Potter?" Kingsley asked.
Harry looked blank.
"Ah, Tonks, I reckon you should drag him out of the room by his pubes," Seamus whispered loudly.
"I've seen them," Tonks whispered back, even louder. "I don't reckon he has enough to drag him by."
"Sure, we've all seen them," Seamus murmured. "Maybe you should grab them between your teeth."
"Will you both shut up," Harry hissed.
He glanced at Kingsley, who looked amused.
"Maybe a show of hands, as to who has seen Auror Potter naked," he suggested.
"Sorry, sir," Harry said, as Ron and Seamus raised their hands, followed by a giggling Susan Bones.
"In your dreams, Susan," Ron complained.
"Oh, yes," Susan confirmed, blushing.
"Oh, for fucks' sake," Harry muttered.
"I was under the impression we were members of an elite crime fighting force," Kingsley said, mildly.
"Na," Seamus said. "We're members of an elite I've Seen The Chosen One Naked Club."
"You shared a dorm for six years," Tonks pointed out.
"Maybe it should be the I've Seen The Chosen One Erect Club?" Susan suggested.
Ron, Seamus and Tonks raised their hands.
Susan joined them.
"In your dreams," the Club chorused.
My Table.