Bedroom - H/R - NC-17
Title: Bedroom
Author: shocfix
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Words: 437
Rating: NC-17

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


Bedroom
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Harry smiled as he woke up.

After so many years of waking up to worries and fear and Voldemort and death, he had never been much of a morning person.

But nowadays.

Nowadays he woke up to Ron's morning erection being rubbed lazily between his arse cheeks as Ron nuzzled into his hair and tried to hold on to a few more minutes sleep.

Harry sighed happily, pushing back against Ron's cock and making Ron moan.

"'Arry," he yawned, snuggling deeper into insanely messy black hair, and running his hand over a sharp hipbone, to wrap around Harry's own morning wood.

"Hmmm," Harry hummed as Ron stroked him. "Morning."

"'Snice," Ron muttered, face buried between Harry's neck and pillow as his hand and hips moved in rhythm.

"Yeah," Harry agreed, closing his eyes and drowning in sensation.

In the tightening in his balls as his cock fucked Ron's hand, as Ron pulled and twisted exactly how Harry liked it.

In the glorious feeling of Ron's scaldingly hot cock thrusting past the sensitive skin between his cheeks, of Ron's balls being pressed against him lower down, almost against his hole.

Of aching for an orgasm that was dancing ahead of him, just out of reach.

He bent forward, shamelessly opening himself for Ron, who sighed sleepily and moved lower, vaguely stabbing at Harry's entrance with his rock hard erection.

Harry tutted and reached behind him, steadying Ron's cock and easing backwards to impale himself on it.

Ron groaned and seemed to wake up a bit more. "You wanna fuck?" he murmured against the back of Harry's neck.

Harry laughed and relaxed his muscles, snuggling back against Ron until his arse was nestled in red pubes. "What gave you that idea?" he asked breathlessly.

"Could be that tight little arse round my cock," Ron admitted, starting to move, to withdraw slowly and surge back into Harry's body.

His hand stilled on Harry's cock and Harry tried to take over, but Ron batted his hand away. "Mine," he growled into Harry's neck.

His hand wrapped tighter around Harry's erection, pushing hard against Harry's arse with every thrust, pushing Harry's cock into his fist, listening to the wonderful noises that Harry made as he was dragged back and forth by the cock buried deep inside him.

Then Harry cried out, filling Ron's hand with his come and tightening his muscles round Ron's cock, sucking his climax out of him.

"Fuck, s'good," Ron murmured, slipping out of Harry's body and letting him turn over in his arms.

Harry looked into the sleepy blue eyes gazing back at him.

Mornings had definitely improved.


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