Bathroom - H/R - NC-17
Title: Bathroom
Author: shocfix
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Words: 507
Rating: NC-17

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


Bathroom
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"Oo gush hag koo chay ik, ignk oo?" Harry complained, as he brushed his teeth.

Ron stood at the loo, in orange boxers, his cock in hand. He raised an eyebrow.

Harry spat violently into the sink. "You just had to say it, didn't you?" he repeated.

"It was funny," Ron said defensively, turning back to pee.

"It was not," Harry said, grabbing his t-shirt at the back of his neck and dragging it over his head. "It was a highest level strategy meeting. Department heads from all over the Ministry. No one who needed to know that Tonks has seen me naked."

Ron sniggered. "I don't know who blushed more," he said. "You or Tonks."

"Your dad," Harry muttered, stomping over to the shower and violently wrenching levers and turning taps.

Ron flushed the loo and turned to watch him strip and enter the shower.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I thought it was funny."

Harry snorted, got water up his nose and choked.

Ron slunk over to the sink and toothpasted his Cannons toothbrush with his favourite, fizzing paste. "I gush fork iks ve fort of fing glokes chay," he protested, through a mouthful of sparkling bubbles.

"It is the sort of thing blokes say," Harry sighed. "In the pub, not in a meeting."

Ron spat. "And Tonks seeing you naked makes you seem blokey, not queer," he muttered.

Harry stopped soaping himself and their eyes met. "I don't mind seeming queer," he said. "We are queer. You buggered me in the Forbidden Forest last week."

"But that doesn't make us different," Ron pouted. "Other blokes should still treat us the same."

"The people we care about do," Harry said. "Come here, you idiot."

Ron snorted, but stepped willingly into the shower.

Harry touched his face and reached for a kiss, but Ron stopped him. "They have no idea how queer I am," he stated firmly, dropping to his knees and grabbing Harry by the hips to turn him around. "Bend over."

Harry braced his hands against the wall and his feet wide apart, as Ron's large hands grabbed his arse cheeks.

The water was beating down on Harry's shoulders and running down his body, funneled as Ron pulled his cheeks apart and streaming over his entrance.

Harry hummed appreciatively.

Ron ran a finger round his hole in hypnotic circles, before gently pressing inside. "I don't care what anyone thinks," he muttered, biting Harry's cheek and making him clench around his finger. "No one else gets to see you like this."

"No one," Harry agreed, arching his back to give Ron better access.

"No one else gets to touch you like this," Ron murmured, reaching inside Harry for the switch that would turn him to jelly.

"No one," Harry echoed.

"No one else gets to taste you like this," Ron whispered, leaning in and replacing his finger with a thrusting tongue.

Harry moaned and then screamed, leaping up and pushing Ron away.

"What did I do?" Ron asked, plaintively.

"F-fizzing toothpaste, up my arse," Harry whimpered.


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