School - H/R - NC-17
Title: School
Author: shocfix
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Words: 836
Rating: NC-17

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


School
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As far as Harry was concerned, having to go up to Hogwarts, to search for Dark artifacts, was a serious business.

They had a long meeting in Headmistress McGonagall's office, discussing the best time to search each classroom, each dorm.

They had a list of passwords to the various Common Rooms.

They had the CV for the new teachers, employed since the War.

They had family records for all the students.

Ron managed to keep a serious face, and nod significantly when Harry or the headmistress paused.

He managed to be coherent when they left her office, to be focused when they searched the Charms classroom and the Hufflepuff dorms.

When they approached the Fat Lady, they had to put up with her squealing welcome, before being allowed inside, and Ron was patient while Harry walked round the first place he'd called home, trailing his fingertips over the furniture.

"Let's start at the top, shall we?" Harry asked, starting up the stairs to the boys' dorms, and Ron followed, silently.

But, once they reached their old room, at the top of the tower, once they looked round at the old four poster beds and the textbooks and the battered trunks and dirty clothes scattered around the room, Ron decided it was time.

Harry turned to him with a broad smile, just as he closed and locked the door behind him.

"What's that for?" Harry asked.

Ron smiled.

Harry took a step back. "Ron? What are you doing?"

"Harry," Ron breathed. "We are gonna simply have to do it."

"Do what?" Harry asked, looking slightly worried.

"Fuck on my old bed," Ron said, as if it were blindingly obvious.

Harry laughed, nervously. "We're here for work," he pointed out. "The boys will be back soon."

"They're in double Potions," Ron said, stripping off his robes and tossing his wand and handcuffs onto the bed. "And we may never have another chance to do this."

"Ron, get dressed," Harry said, sternly, as Ron's shirt, jeans and trainers hit the floor.

"McGonagall likes you," Ron said, serenely, pushing Harry's robe off his shoulders. "But even you won't get away with asking if we can use Gryffindor Tower for a quick fuck."

"But…"

Harry gave up arguing as Ron undid a couple of shirt buttons and sucked on his neck.

"You are insane," he said, dropping his robe and shirt on the floor.

"Mmm-hmmm," Ron said, nuzzing against Harry's ear and unzipping his trousers.

"Completely unprofessional," Harry complained, tipping his head back and tripping over as his trousers and boxers ended up round his ankles and Ron pushed him backwards.

He landed on Ron's old bed and wriggled back, on arse and elbows, until he was comfortable, and let Ron remove his trainers, jeans and pants.

"What d'you hope to achieve?" he asked, as Ron dropped his own boxers and pounced.

"I hope to make you scream," Ron grinned, covering Harry's body with his and circling his hips slowly. "I hope to make you come so hard, you pass out; I hope to fuck you through the matress so hard that it sends vibrations back in time, to the teenage boy wanking in this bed and thinking of you."

"Malfoy never slept in this bed," Harry said, and then yelped as Ron bit him.

"You shouldn't have said that, Harry," Ron said, quietly, holding Harry's wrists above his head and securing them to the bed posts with his handcuffs.

"You are not allowed to use those off duty," Harry moaned, pulling at them, and arching his body up, off the matress.

"I'm not off duty," Ron pointed out, scrambling backwards to kneel between Harry's legs and pin his hips down with two large hands.

Harry's cock strained towards him and he bent down and delicately lapped at the tip.

Harry whimpered.

"Oh, Harry," Ron breathed, looking up the length of his body. "Why didn't you tell that teenage boy that you'd let him do this?"

And he took Harry in his mouth, humming and sucking and licking and bobbing his head as Harry writhed beneath him.

""Wh-wh-who says I'd have l-let him," Harry mumbled, feet pressing against the matress, thighs spreading wider and arse lifting temptingly of the bed.

Ron wet a finger and circled Harry's entrance, his tongue matching the hypnotic circles round the head of Harry's cock.

"You… you win," Harry panted. "I'd have l-let him; I'd have let him do anything."

"Hmmm?" Ron hummed, swallowing Harry's shaft as he slipped a finger inside.

"Anything," Harry repeated. As Ron added a second finger, fucking him slowly.

Ron sucked harder and Harry lifted his head off the pillow, watching red hair splayed over his thighs, meeting piercing blue eyes.

Ron crooked his fingers and stroked just the right spot and Harry bucked and came, screaming Ron's name and clenching tight muscles round Ron's clever fingers.

Ron sucked gently until Harry's trembling had stopped, and his cock slipped silently from his lips.

"Anything," Harry whispered. "Anything you want, Ron. Always."


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