Woods - H/R - NC-17
Title: Woods
Author: shocfix
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Words: 843
Rating: NC-17

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

Points for spotting two stolen quotes.

Well, one you should get, one no one'll get – gift fic to anyone who does!!!


Woods
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"I don't care how dangerous they are," Ron muttered under his breath. "We'll go and find their nest."

"What?" Harry asked, from further down the track.

"Nothing," Ron pouted.

They walked on, in silence.

"No problem, boss, we've been there, before," Ron muttered.

Harry turned to face him. "What is wrong with you?" he demanded.

"Thanks for volunteering me, mate," Ron said.

Harry blinked. "I always volunteer you," he said.

"Yeah, but this is dangerous," Ron said vaguely.

"Ron," Harry said slowly. "You're an Auror. It's always dangerous."

"But, here, Harry," Ron said flatly.

Harry looked around the Forbidden Forest. "It's not that bad," he said. "I'm not saying I'd like to build a summer home here, but the trees are actually quite lovely."

Ron glared at him. "But, the spiders," he hissed.

Harry shrugged. "Acromantula venom has been found on sale in Knockturn Alley," he said.

"I know," Ron muttered.

"And this is the only known colony in the British Isles," Harry said.

"I know," Ron snapped.

"And, since Hagrid's death, we are the only people who have seen their nest, and I volunteered to track them down and report back to Kingsley how numerous they were."

"I know," Ron moaned.

Harry looked at him, speculatively. "Y'know, we're still quite a way from their nest," he said.

Ron looked around and shuddered.

"You know what you need?" Harry smirked.

Ron raised an eyebrow.

Harry took a step closer. "You need a really good memory of these woods; that'll help you forget those spiders."

Ron half-laughed. "OK, I guess I deserve that," he said. "But no one caught me at the cemetery."

"I'm quite serious," Harry said, smiling brightly.

Ron frowned. "This really isn't somewhere I can feel sexy," he complained.

Harry gawped at him. "That cannot be!" he said overdramatically. "Tell me it's not true!"

"Very funny," Ron said. "Look, let's just find the fucking spiders, and get home. After a very long shower, maybe my skin will stop crawling, and we can do whatever you want."

"I want to do it here," Harry said simply.

Ron huffed. "Do what, exactly?" he asked, with just a stiring of interest as he saw Harry rubbing himself, through his robes. "'Cos I feel like we're being watched."

Harry narrowed his eyes. "Could be the centaurs, I s'pose," he said.

Ron looked worried again.

"How about I Transfigure myself into a centaur, and let you ride me?" Harry offered.

"What use'd that be?" Ron asked. "They wouldn't recognise you, and we'd be in even more trouble – you know how territorial they get."

"How about I let you ride me, naked?" Harry smirked.

Ron choked. "You are kinky," he muttered.

"No?" Harry said, raising an eyebrow.

"Uh, no," Ron said, "But if you ever want to seduce Lavender, you might try that one on her."

"Really?" Harry asked, fascinated.

"Uh-huh," Ron said. "You should have heard her go on about how handsome Firenze was, sixth year. It was a bit off putting, trying to snog someone who fancied a horse."

Harry laughed. "OK, no horses. How about I just strip naked and let you mount me." He waggled his eyebrows.

"Now you're talking," Ron said.

Harry smiled and swiftly shed his clothes.

"You are such a slut," Ron murmured, leaning in to kiss him.

Harry snorted. "Only since we got together," he protested, unzipping Ron's jeans and reaching for his cock. "I was innocent before you had your wicked way with me."

Ron's cock came to life as he stroked it and he tipped back his head to let Ron suck on his throat.

Ron growled. "Are you saying Hermione taught me all the filthy things we do?" he asked.

Harry laughed. "I'm sure she would have, if you'd asked. You know Hermione knows everything."

"Not everything," Ron said, rubbing his face against Harry's neck. "I refuse to believe Hermione has ever heard of rimming."

"Hmmm, s'good," Harry muttered, rocking his hips and rubbing his erection against his partner's. "I want you."

"Yes," Ron hissed, running his hands rand down Harry's back and kneading his arse. "I want to be in you."

Harry looked at him with sparkling eyes and parted lips and he turned away, dropping to all fours and looking back over his shoulder.

"Fucking beautiful," Ron whispered, reaching for the lube in his discarded jeans and pressing kisses to Harry's arse cheeks as he prepared him.

"Fucking do it," Harry moaned.

"Fucking demanding," Ron muttered, covering Harry's body with his as he entered him.

"Fucking brilliant," Harry breathed.

Despite his earlier jitters, Ron focused on the job in hand; his hips jerking forward, his knees planted between Harry's widely spread legs, his hands beside Harry's, their finges entwined, his mouth biting and sucking at Harry's neck, as Harry's head dropped forward.

He moaned and swallowed his climax, as he spilt into Harry's body, and Harry laughed quietly.

"Wa's funny?" Ron murmured.

"I'm sure this'll be good therapy for you," Harry said. "'Cos we make an eight-legged creature you could grow rather fond of."


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