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Restraints - H/R - NC-17
Title: Restraints
Author:shocfix
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Words: 460
Rating: NC-17
A smutlet for my Harry/Ron claim at 50_smutlets.
Restraints
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Harry had never had such a problem interrogating a suspect.
It wasn't so much the fact that Goyle was truculent and stupid and stubborn, his gorilla like arms folded over his chest, his heavy jaw set, his eyes narrowed.
It wasn't so much the fact that they couldn't pin any wartime crimes on him, and were going to have to make do with the minor offences committed recently.
It was the fact that Ron had decided to sit behind Goyle and try to intimidate him by fingering his handcuffs.
Goyle seemed to be too slow to be particularly bothered, but Harry couldn't say the same for himself.
Ron's beautiful long fingers were unconsciously caressing the links, and Harry couldn't shake off images from the night before.
"Not really good enough, Greg," he said. Ron had handcuffed him to the bedposts and leant over him, touching his wrists and running his hands down Harry's arms and across his chest.
Goyle grunted. Ron had bent his head just low enough that Harry had to reach up, straining against his bonds, for a kiss.
Ron dropped the cuffs onto his knee and ran a fingertip round and round a bright metal cuffs. Harry had arched into him as he ran a fingertip round and round Harry's nipple.
Harry shook his head, trying to scatter the memory."Where were you on the 13th?" he asked. "Who cast the Dark Mark over the farmhouse in Llanfechell?"
"Don't remember," Goyle snapped.
Ron muttered something indecipherable. Ron had murmured into his skin, his hands parting Harry's thighs, his mouth moving slowly across his body, from one hip bone to the other, nipping and sucking as he went.
"Were you with Draco Malfoy at the Abbotts' house last year?" Harry pressed on. Ron pressed open-mouthed kisses into his skin, before settling between his thighs and lapping at his cock.
"Wasn't invited," Goyle sneered.
Ron fiddled with the handcuffs, the chain rattling. Harry had parted his thighs as far as he could, pulling on his chains and thrusting his cock between Ron's greedy lips.
Harry gritted his teeth. "Did you use the Cruciatus Curse on Duncan Abbott?" he snapped. He'd writhed under Ron's mouth, crying out as Ron sucked hard.
Ron sat back, stretching out his legs and letting the handcuffs swing on two hooked fingers. Ron's hand had slipped between Harry's legs, his fingers stoking his entrance before breaching the ring of muscle and hooking inside him, reaching for the spot that made him see stars.
"WILL YOU PUT THOSE FUCKING HANDCUFFS DOWN!" Harry had roared, getting to his feet and startling both Ron and the prisoner.
"Blimey, Harry, what's wrong with you?" Ron demanded, blinking up at him.
"He's crazy," Goyle muttered. "Malfoy always said he was crazy."
My Table.
Title: Restraints
Author:
shocfixPairing: Harry/Ron
Words: 460
Rating: NC-17
A smutlet for my Harry/Ron claim at 50_smutlets.
Restraints
****
Harry had never had such a problem interrogating a suspect.
It wasn't so much the fact that Goyle was truculent and stupid and stubborn, his gorilla like arms folded over his chest, his heavy jaw set, his eyes narrowed.
It wasn't so much the fact that they couldn't pin any wartime crimes on him, and were going to have to make do with the minor offences committed recently.
It was the fact that Ron had decided to sit behind Goyle and try to intimidate him by fingering his handcuffs.
Goyle seemed to be too slow to be particularly bothered, but Harry couldn't say the same for himself.
Ron's beautiful long fingers were unconsciously caressing the links, and Harry couldn't shake off images from the night before.
"Not really good enough, Greg," he said. Ron had handcuffed him to the bedposts and leant over him, touching his wrists and running his hands down Harry's arms and across his chest.
Goyle grunted. Ron had bent his head just low enough that Harry had to reach up, straining against his bonds, for a kiss.
Ron dropped the cuffs onto his knee and ran a fingertip round and round a bright metal cuffs. Harry had arched into him as he ran a fingertip round and round Harry's nipple.
Harry shook his head, trying to scatter the memory."Where were you on the 13th?" he asked. "Who cast the Dark Mark over the farmhouse in Llanfechell?"
"Don't remember," Goyle snapped.
Ron muttered something indecipherable. Ron had murmured into his skin, his hands parting Harry's thighs, his mouth moving slowly across his body, from one hip bone to the other, nipping and sucking as he went.
"Were you with Draco Malfoy at the Abbotts' house last year?" Harry pressed on. Ron pressed open-mouthed kisses into his skin, before settling between his thighs and lapping at his cock.
"Wasn't invited," Goyle sneered.
Ron fiddled with the handcuffs, the chain rattling. Harry had parted his thighs as far as he could, pulling on his chains and thrusting his cock between Ron's greedy lips.
Harry gritted his teeth. "Did you use the Cruciatus Curse on Duncan Abbott?" he snapped. He'd writhed under Ron's mouth, crying out as Ron sucked hard.
Ron sat back, stretching out his legs and letting the handcuffs swing on two hooked fingers. Ron's hand had slipped between Harry's legs, his fingers stoking his entrance before breaching the ring of muscle and hooking inside him, reaching for the spot that made him see stars.
"WILL YOU PUT THOSE FUCKING HANDCUFFS DOWN!" Harry had roared, getting to his feet and startling both Ron and the prisoner.
"Blimey, Harry, what's wrong with you?" Ron demanded, blinking up at him.
"He's crazy," Goyle muttered. "Malfoy always said he was crazy."
My Table.