Rough - H/R - NC-17
Title: Rough
Author: shocfix
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Words: 505
Rating: NC-17

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


Rough
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Ron always found it easier than Harry to shake off a crap day at work.

A few drinks and a shag and all was right with his world.

Sometimes they saw something so dreadful that he needed another few drinks, after the sex.

Then, maybe, some more sex.

Harry found it harder; he found things following him into his dreams.

One day, in particular, had been nightmarish, anyway. They'd been to Azkaban, questioning Draco Malfoy, and Ron hadn't been surprised that his post-second-shag sleep had been broken by Harry thrashing about in bed.

"S'a dream, Harry," he yawned. "S'OK."

Harry moaned and shook his head.

"C'mon, Harry, settle down."

"No," Harry snapped.

"C'mon." Ron put a comforting hand on Harry's shoulder and Harry exploded.

Ron found himself face down on the bed, his comforting hand now bent behind his back, Harry kneeling over him and mumbling rubbish in his ear.

"I'm not under arrest, mate," Ron said, careful not to move and irritate the powerful wizard who was twisting his arm.

"Shut up," Harry hissed.

"Harry, please, it's me…"

"Shut up," Harry said, deathly quietly, using a knee to push Ron's legs apart.

"Oh, god," Ron murmured, starting to get a bit scared.

"Yeah," Harry said, the fingers of his free hand probing Ron's arse, and positioning his cock at his entrance.

"Harry, wake up!" Ron snapped.

Harry jerked suddenly, bending Ron's arm further, but apparently waking up. "Ron?" he whispered.

"Yeah, s'me."

"What happened?" Harry said, letting go of Ron's arm and dropping his forehead onto Ron's back.

"It's OK," Ron said, sighing with relief. "You were asleep."

"Were we gonna…"

"Yeah, I guess so," Ron said.

"In my sleep?"

"I'm irresistable," Ron suggested.

Harry snorted. "Did I hurt you?"

"No, no, you woke up, you stopped."

Harry leapt up, trying to leave, but Ron caught his wrist.

"I'm fine!" he insisted. "Don't leave, don't stop."

Harry frowned at him. "You want me to fuck you? After this?"

"Don't stop," Ron said, lying flat on his stomach. "I want you. You'd never hurt me."

A bemused Harry nodded and lay over him. "You want me?"

"Always," Ron said firmly.

Harry reached for his cock and ran it up and down, between Ron's cheeks. "Yeah," he said, pushing slowly forwards. "Want you, too."

Harry moved hesitently, his lips on the back of Ron's neck, their fingers tangled together.

"Want you," Ron whispered, as Harry thrust harder.

"Want you," Harry echoed

"Come for me," Ron said, pushing back against him.

Harry gasped as he finally let go, pouring himself into Ron's body.

Ron squeezed his arse muscles, milking Harry's climax from him.

"You OK?" he asked, as Harry finally collapsed beside him.

Harry blinked sweatily at him. "You shouldn't have let me do that," he said, frowning.

"You didn't do anything wrong, Harry. You were having a bad dream - I just didn't want you to fuck who you thought you were fucking…"

Harry blanched.

"Harry? I know work was bad, today…who were you dreaming of?"


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