Voyeurism - H/R - NC-17
Title: Voyeurism
Author: shocfix
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Words: 750
Rating: NC-17

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


Voyeurism
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They had promised Hermione a nice dinner on her last night in London, so they stopped of for a couple of bottle of wine and a spicy chicken take away.

Harry thought something a little more cutleryish would be better for Hermione, but he and Ron always enjoyed ripping the chicken apart with their bare hands.

He'd never realised how sexy eating with your fingers could be, until he and Ron became a them.

'Cos Ron had always eaten like that.

So, they flooed into the lounge, arms full of good food and good wine, ready to spend time with their good friend, before she said good bye.

Harry blinked uncertainly.

Hermione was sitting, legs demurely crossed, reading a magazine, on a bar stool, at a perfect, crotch height, breakfast bar.

"Hermione," he breathed.

"Blimey," Ron said behind him.

She smiled at them. "I just couldn't bare the thought of going home and leaving you and that kitchen!" she said.

"You are wonderful," Harry said solemnly, putting the food down on the bar and kissing her on the cheek.

"Awesome," Ron said, Summoning plates and glasses. "Let's see if it works."

After a sensual meal of ripped apart chicken and plenty of wine, they were sprawled in the lounge, Ron lying with his head in Harry's lap, Harry running his fingers through long red hair, Hermione on the couch opposite, her legs tucked under her.

"You know what?" Ron asked. "I kind of miss brick dust on my food."

Harry pinched him. "I cannot thank you enough, Hermione," he said. "Anything we can do for you, just ask."

Hermione flushed slightly and sipped her wine. "Well," she murmured. "There sort of is something."

"Name it," Harry said firmly.

"Let me watch you together," she said quietly.

Ron sat up so swiftly he knocked Harry's wine glass flying. "What?" he squeaked.

"Hermione," Harry breathed.

"See, the thing is," she said airily, gesturing with the hand that held her glass.

"The thing is?" Ron echoed, his eyes on the wine circling inside her glass and sploshing onto the couch.

"The thing is," she said. "Viktor talks about having a threesome. Sometimes. And I thought. Well. I hate being unprepared for something. And then there's you. So I could watch. And then I'd know what two men look like. Together."

"He wants another bloke?" Ron said.

"Watch us doing what?" Harry asked weakly.

"Well, I'm not sure what Viktor has in mind," she said. "So maybe some edited highlights."

"He wants another bloke?" Ron said.

"So, Gay Sex for Dummies?" Harry suggested.

"Exactly," Hermione blushed.

"Viktor wants you and another bloke?" Ron said.

They both turned to glare at him.

He shrugged.

"Never mind," Hermione said, uncurling her legs and standing up. "It's too much to ask of someone."

"We're not just someone," Harry protested, hauling Ron to his feet.

He reached up for Ron's face and brought their lips together in a soft kiss.

Hermione sat back down abruptly.

Harry's hands slid up into Ron's hair and Ron's arms looped round his waist and they nipped and nuzzled and kissed.

Harry undid a couple of buttons on Ron's shirt and tongued his collar bone.

Ron muttered into his hair and sighed happily as Harry carried on unbuttoning.

Harry pushed the shirt off his shoulders and Ron shook it away, his hands returning to return the favour and pull Harry's t-shirt off, over his head.

Ron bent down to grab another kiss and their hands tangled as they reached for each others jeans.

Trousers and boxers hit the floor and were kicked away.

Hermione gasped.

Harry pushed Ron down on the couch and stretched out on top of him, hissing as their cocks aligned and Ron wrapped a hand around them.

With one hand tangled in Ron's hair and the other on his hip, Harry thrust into the circle of his fingers, moaning as they slid against each other, the velvety skin of Ron's shaft brushing past the head of his cock.

"Godfuckyes," Ron muttered. "Harder, Harry."

Ron spread his legs and Harry settled between them, grinding desperately into Ron's lap and sealing their mouths together to swallow Ron's cry as he came.

Ron arched up under him, wanking their cocks together to squeeze out his aftershocks, and Harry followed him over the edge.

Harry collapsed onto Ron's chest, placing random kisses as Ron wrapped his arms and legs around him.

Hermione swallowed audibly.

"So, who does Viktor have in mind?" Ron asked.


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