Lust - H/R - NC-17
Title: Lust
Author: shocfix
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Words: 585
Rating: NC-17

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


Lust
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After a hard day at work and a hot shower, Ron's lazy nakedness loomed over him, idly rubbing against his thigh.

Harry watched him and could see the very second things changed from loving and gentle, to pure lust.

Ron's smile grew wide and wicked and he reached for Harry's hands, pinning them down above his head and whispering the Charm to activate the handcuffs attached to the headboard.

Ron loved being an Auror, but not as much as he loved the look on Harry's face when he was helpless, beneath him, and he'd gone in to work one morning and put on his most innocent face and claimed to have lost his magical handcuffs.

They didn't use them often, but when they did, he loved being the one in control.

"Gonna fuck you," he said.

Harry's eyes opened wide. "Yes," he said, opening his legs and pulling his thighs towards his chest. "Want you inside me."

"Patience." Ron whispered a lubrication charm as he held Harry's cheeks apart and slid his thumb between them and into Harry's hole.

Harry moaned.

"You like that?" Ron asked.

"More," Harry said.

Ron withdrew his thumb and slid two fingers deep inside, stroking slowly as Harry relaxed.

"Harder," Harry whined, his muscles moving around Ron's fingers.

Ron twisted his fingers over inside Harry's body, until he could touch his prostate.

"Yes," Harry hissed. "Please, Ron."

"What, Harry?" Ron asked, his fingertips massaging gently at the spot that drove Harry crazy.

"Please, anything," Harry gasped.

"You're mine?"

"Yours."

Ron's triumphant smile disappeared between Harry's cheeks and his tongue replaced his fingers, twisting inside Harry's body as he writhed and pulled at his bonds.

Harry cried out as one of Ron's hands wrapped tight around his cock, stroking in time with each thrust of his tongue.

Harry's mind was clouding over, reveling in the feeling of Ron's most intimate penetration. "Fuck me," he begged. "Ron, need you inside me."

Ron's tongue withdrew, licking hypnotic circles round his entrance before running over his balls and up his cock.

He mouthed and nipped his way up Harry's body, before catching his lips in an open-mouthed kiss.

"Inside you?" he whispered, pressing the head of his cock to Harry's entrance.

"Please." Harry raised his face for another kiss.

Ron smiled and pressed forwards.

"Oh, yeah," Harry breathed.

"Yeah," Ron said, slowly drawing back, then slamming into back him.

Harry gasped.

"D'you want me to fuck you?" Ron murmured, driving into him once more.

"Yeah."

"Fill you?" Another thrust.

"Yeah."

"Own you?" Another.

"Please," Harry hissed, trying to pull his thighs back against his body and give Ron better access.

Ron laughed and moved his hands to Harry's calves, holding his legs wide apart and giving him shorter, sharp thrusts.

Harry stared up at him, eyes glazed. "S'good," he gasped.

"You wanna come?" Ron demanded.

Harry nodded enthusiastically.

Ron's hands trailed up Harry's thighs, pausing to stroke his cock and roll his balls between gentle fingers before grasping his arse and pulling his cock free.

"No," Harry moaned. "Wanna make you come."

"Oh, I'm going to," Ron whispered, leaning forward, balls pressed between Harry's cheeks as he wrapped his hand round his throbbing cock and brought himself off in a few strokes, his come spurting over Harry's cock, which arched up towards him.

"Ron," Harry breathed, ending on a strangled squeak as Ron swiftly bent and took Harry's cock deep in his throat, greedily swallowing his own come, plus Harry's which swiftly followed it.


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