Biting - H/R - NC-17
Title: Biting
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Words: 536
Rating: NC-17

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


Biting
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Harry sat in the lounge.

"Aw, Harry, come to bed."

Silence.

"Harry, stop sulking."

More silence.

"I'll let you fuck me through the mattress."

No reply.

"And I mean that literally. We'll bore a hole right through the mattress and plonk it over my arse."

Harry rolled his eyes.

"Which means I must think you're really hung, mate, because the mattress must be over six inches thick."

"Why don't you ask Susan?" Harry snapped.

"Ah, that's better. You're talking to me."

Harry spluttered.

"C'm onnnnnnnnnnnn, Harry. I said I was sorry."

"No. You. Didn't."

Ron appeared in the doorway, stark naked. "Did."

"You said it wasn't your fault," Harry pointed out.

"Well it wasn't," Ron said indignantly. "Seamus was the worst, but you never argue with Seamus, do you, because you know he'll get even worse and tell everyone all the sordid details of your sex life, instead of just whispering them to me."

"Seamus is always trying to wind me up," Harry said stiffly. "You didn't have to go along with it."

"And Kingsley was as bad as anyone – asking for a show of hands."

"Are you trying to make me feel better, Ron?"

"And you can't blame poor Tonks, 'cos we did give her an eyeful; and Susan was just being funny. There aren't many blokes who'd sulk because a fit bird dreams about using their bits."

"I don't," Harry sighed. "I blame you."

"Harry," Ron wailed. "All I did was put my hand up."

"All you did was join in with people who were trying to humiliate me."

"They weren't," Ron complained. "They were teasing. They care about you, and they were teasing – you're just lucky Fred and George aren't in the department."

Harry snorted. "Maybe," he conceded. "But you could have defended me."

Ron snorted loudly. "Oh, right, that would have looked good. Poor ickle Chosen One can't take a joke, has to have his boyfriend look after him."

"Well, it was still your fault," Harry insisted. "Sucking that quill and mouthing smut at me."

Ron blinked. "I always do that," he protested. "You like it when I do that."

"Well, yeah, OK, but…"

"Don't blame me," Ron interrupted, stepping into the room. "I was innocently sitting in a department meeting, imagining I was on my hands and knees on our bed…"

"Ron…"

He came closer. "Innocently thinking about you kneeling behind me and holding my cheeks apart."

"Stop this."

He knelt in front of Harry. "My eyes innocently glazing over as I thought of the burning feeling as you push into me."

"I'm still upset."

He ran his hands up Harry's thighs, his thumbs brushing circles over his balls. "Innocently getting hard as I remember you pressing your whole, mattress humping length into me."

"Ron, stop it."

He cupped Harry through his jeans and squeezed his growing erection. "Innocently rubbing my cock during a department meeting and thinking of you driving into me and leaning down to cover my body with yours and sink your teeth into my shoulder."

"Arse," Harry whispered as he leant down and their lips met.

"No," Ron laughed. "You can't fuck me and bite my arse at the same time."

"Shut up."

"Though maybe Seamus could."


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