Magic - H/R - NC-17
Title: Magic
Author: shocfix
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Words: 549
Rating: NC-17

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


Magic
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After six months of breakfasting on a plank of wood at roughly crotch height, and two piles of bricks, with sheets over them, doubling as coffee tables, Harry borrowed a book of household spells from Mr Weasley.

"Look, I said I'll finish it," Ron protested, shifting from one foot to the other.

"I'm just sick of everything I eat having a layer of brick dust on it," Harry said, flicking through the book. "Why would anyone need a spell to make a boiled egg?"

Ron blinked at him. "So they can eat it?" he hazarded.

Harry snorted. "But why use magic? All you need to do is put it in boiling water and take it out four minutes later. That's why it's called 'boiled'!"

"Really?" Ron asked. "Can we try it?"

Harry smiled fondly at his eager face. "I love you," he said.

"Good to know," Ron said slowly. "But what does that have to do with boiled eggs?"

Harry laughed. "Never lose your enthusiasm for things," he said.

Ron looked baffled. "Sure," he said. "So, can we boil them?"

Harry filled a saucepan and saved time by filling it with boiling water from his wand. Ron peered over his shoulder, as he carefully lowered two eggs into the pan and lit a flame under it on the cooker.

"Now what?" Ron whispered.

"Now, we wait!" Harry whispered back, checking his watch.

They stood at the stove, Ron with his chin on Harry's shoulder and his arms looped round Harry's waist, but the excitement off watching the eggs gently lifting on bubbles wore off rather quickly.

"Fancy a wank?" he asked.

Harry half-turned to look at him. "What?" he demanded.

"Well," Ron said, as if it was blatantly obvious. "Four minutes – I'll race you!"

And he took a step back and unzipped his trousers, freeing his cock and starting to stroke it.

Harry couldn't stop smiling, but followed suit.

"You watching the clock or my cock?" Ron smirked, jerking faster.

"Both," Harry said, quickly checking the time, before cupping his balls with his left hand. "God, I love your cock."

"It's fond of you, too," Ron grinned. "You're not gonna win, Harry."

"Ah, but I get to watch you wank," Harry said, through clenched teeth. "Hotter than the hottest porn."

He groaned and squeezed his cock and his come splattered on the kitchen floor.

Panting hard, he checked his watch. "Hey, four minutes, dead," he said, scooping an egg out of the pan.

"What about my egg?" Ron asked, his hand stilling on his shaft.

"You haven't come yet," Harry smirked.

Ron's mouth dropped open, but he snorted and started stroking again.

Harry tried to distract him, getting egg cups and plates and bread and butter ready, so Ron closed his eyes and breathed deeply, savouring the scent of Harry's sweaty body as it passed him.

"Yes," he hissed, "gonna come, gonna come, fuck, yesssss."

He finished with a triumphant yell and spilled to join Harry's seed on the floor.

"Well done," Harry said, clapping him on the back and taking the saucepan off the heat. "Here," he said, fishing out Ron's egg. "I think you're almost hard-boiled."

Ron stole a kiss and tucked himself back into his trousers.

"You're right," he said. "The Muggle way is much better."


My Table.