Taste - H/R - NC-17
Title: Taste
Author: shocfix
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Words: 632
Rating: NC-17

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


Taste
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Ron sat on the edge of the huge bed, watching his lover.

Harry dozed, covered by a green silk sheet, his head in Ron's lap.

Tristan had said he was going to start exposing some of the film he had used, and Ron had sniggered and Harry had blushed.

Blushed.

He had been begging Ron to tongue his arse, without blushing, but couldn't cope with the word 'exposed'.

He had never realised how liberating a blindfold could be.

He sighed and turned onto his side, burying his face in Ron's groin and smiling at the feeling of Ron's hand stroking his hair.

He dozed a little more, dreaming of the things Ron had done to him and sighing happily, until his pillow started to move.

Ron's poor neglected cock was trapped beneath his cheek, and was reacting to the way he snuggled against it.

"Harry?" Ron whispered.

"Hmmmm."

"You awake?"

"Not really," Harry yawned, rubbing his face against the stirring cock and letting it free.

Ron sighed.

Harry kissed it and snuggled closer again, breathing in Ron's scent.

Ron gasped.

The tip of Harry's tongue peeped out, licking small circles on Ron's balls before running as far up Ron's cock as he could reach, without lifting his head, savouring the taste of Ron's velvety soft skin.

"Lovely," he whispered, heavy eyes closing.

Ron waited patiently.

Harry was almost asleep again.

Ron lifted his hips slightly, thrusting his cock along the crease of Harry's lips.

Harry smiled sleepily and let his mouth fall open slightly, his lips wrapping round Ron's shaft as it slid through them.

Ron tangled his fingers in Harry's hair and held his face against him, thrusting gently and watching his cock parting Harry's pink lips.

Harry eyelids fluttered open and he hummed round Ron's shaft, his tongue stirring inside his mouth, lapping at Ron's salty skin.

"Harry?" Ron whispered. "Wanna fuck your mouth."

Harry looked up at him, green eyes intense, and smiled round his cock.

Ron smiled back, slithering out from under Harry's head and looming over him, one foot still on the floor, one knee up on the bed.

Harry flopped onto his back, wriggling round until his face was under Ron's body.

Ron moved his hips, rubbing the head of his cock against Harry's lips until he tipped back his head and opened his mouth wide, letting Ron's cock slip inside.

Ron groaned, thrusting across Harry's flattened tongue and into his cheek, admiring the way his cheek bulged on the outside, with every stroke.

He gasped as Harry's hand came up between his legs, cupping his balls before moving on and circling his hole.

"Fuckyesharry," he hissed. "Touchme… please."

Harry moaned around his cock, trying to suck at the strange angle, as he pressed one finger into Ron's body; he hooked it inside him just so, the other fingers digging into his arse cheeks, palm pressed against his balls; pulling him closer with every thrust, with every flex of his tight arse muscles.

Ron parted his thighs further, groaning as Harry's finger drove deep inside him and Harry tipped his face into Ron's body, letting him thrust into his throat.

Harry's other hand pulled hard on his own, reawakened, cock, feet planted on the bed, thrusting up into his hand as he pushed a second finger into Ron, driving him over the edge and swallowing desperately as his throat was filled with Ron's come.

Ron's arse clenched hard around his fingers and Harry sucked hungrily, whimpering as he pulled himself off, his come splashing over his hand.

He let Ron's cock slide from his mouth and buried his face in Ron's lap.

Ron moaned and curled up against him, resting his head on Harry's stomach.

"Beautiful work, boys," they heard Tristan trill as sleep overtook them.


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