Cemetery - H/R - NC-17
Title: Cemetery
Author: shocfix
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Words: 535
Rating: NC-17

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


Cemetery
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"I fucking hate cemeteries," Harry whispered, crouched behind a moss-covered tomb.

Ron looked left and right, seeing glimpses of Tonks and Kingley and their partners, hidden behing marble angels.

"No one likes cemeteries," he pointed out. "Maybe we could persuade more ex-Death Eaters to hide out on tropical beaches."

Harry spared him half a glance and a shove with his elbow, and focused on the huge family mausoleum they were keeping under surveillance.

"Most people just think they're creepy," Harry muttered. "I have the whole being tied up and duelling with Voldemort thing."

"You know what you need?" Ron asked.

"No," Harry laughed. "But I have a feeling you're gonna tell me."

"You need some goodmemories of a cemetery."

"Ron," Harry said, slowly. "We are not gonna fuck on a tomb in the middle of a mission."

"I wasn't gonna suggest it," Ron said indignantly.

Harry snorted. "We are not gonna come back later and do it, either."

"Never crossed my mind," Ron said.

Harry frowned at him. "I really daren't ask," he murmured.

Ron smiled broadly and unbuttoned his robes.

"Ron," Harry said. "I am not gonna…."

"You don't have to," Ron said, unzipping his jeans and rubbing his cock through his vivid orange boxers.

Harry stared. "You cannot be serious," he whispered.

Ron sighed and rubbed. "Seems like a pretty good memory," he smiled, freeing his awakening cock and stroking slowly. "You watched me wanking in public in a cemetery – you're not going to be able to remember anything else."

"Put it away," Harry hissed. "We will be in so much trouble."

Ron grunted as he stroked faster, teasing the head with his thumb. "I'll be quiet," he murmured. "You're not gonna call Tonks over, are you? Just 'cos she got an eyeful of you last time?"

Harry shook his head. "You are…"

"Gorgeous?" Ron suggested.

"Well, yeah," Harry admitted with a half-laugh. "But, if you think this is a good idea…"

"Hmmmmm," Ron moaned, pulling harder. "I don't get to wank nearly often enough, these days."

Harry snorted.

Ron bit his lip and used his free hand to rub his nipples through his shirt. "I mean," he panted, head tipped back and eyes half closed. "Sex on demand with the Chosen One is not to be sneezed at, but sometimes I miss the simplicity."

"You're a simple wanker?" Harry quavered.

"Yeah," Ron whispered, breathing heavily. "Before I knew all the kinky stuff you'd get me to do." Harry snorted. "I'd just have a good wank, thinking of you pulling me off, or suck-king, oh, gods, Harry, I wanted you."

Harry shushed him. "Someone is gonna hear you," he muttered.

"Gonna come for you, Harry," Ron gasped. "Like I always did."

"Oh, fuck, Ron."

Ron's hips jerked and his cock thrust through his fist, his come splattering over the ancient tomb.

They both breathed heavily, Ron squeezing out the last of his climax and gazing up at Harry with hooded eyes.

Harry licked his lips. "You. Are. Fucking. Amazing." he whispered.

Ron grinned.

Someone screamed.

The Aurors sprung over their concealing stonemasonary, wands out.

"Fuck," Harry muttered, following them.

"Oh, fuck," Ron gasped, staggering after him and tucking himself back in his pants.


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