Submissive - H/R - NC-17
Title: Submissive
Author: shocfix
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Words: 594
Rating: NC-17

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


Submissive
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Nothing put Ron in a worse mood than an evening of Harry being chatted up by various witches and wizards.

By the time they got back home from the Ministry's Christmas Party, he was pinching the bridge of his nose and grinding his teeth to stop himself saying anything.

Harry threw him tiny looks from the corner of his eye, as he took off his formal robes, stepped over piles of bricks, and offered him a beer across the unfinished breakfast bar.

Ron just grunted and headed off to bed.

Harry followed, stopping in the doorway to their bedroom, and leaning against the frame.

"It's not my fault," he said quietly.

Ron glared at him and continued undressing.

"I don't chat people up, Ron, It's not my fault."

"Must be hard, being so irresistible," Ron muttered, slumping down onto their bed.

Harry snorted and came to kneel in front of him. "It's not me that's irresistible, Ron, you know that. It's Him."

Ron shook his head. "There's no Chosen One crap, anymore," he complained. "It's you. And I don't blame them, Harry. How can I, when I'm drooling over you, too?"

Harry laughed gently, shuffling forward until he was between Ron's knees and reaching up for a kiss. "It's Him, honestly. And you know I'd never take up any of His offers, don't you?"

Ron raised a sceptical eyebrow. "Until Oliver comes out," he scoffed.

Harry shook his head. "You know I love you, don't you?"

Ron shrugged one shoulder. "I know you say you do, Harry, but one day…"

"Don't you dare say that," Harry snapped. "I show you every day how much I love you!"

"I'm just feeling sorry for myself," Ron said quietly. "It doesn't matter."

"Shut up!" Harry shouted, getting to his feet and towering over his partner. "Look… you… I…. come here."

He swiftly stripped and climbed onto the bed, pulling Ron with him.

"Harry," Ron muttered, letting himself be undressed. "I'm not really in the mood."

Harry knelt on the bed, kissing him hungrily, until he felt Ron's cock stir against his thigh.

"Please," he whispered, lying back against the pillows, gazing up at Ron and parting his thighs.

Ron knelt over him, starting to stroke his cock. "Oh, Harry," he sighed. "Look at you."

"What d'you see?" Harry asked as Ron moved closer.

"I see the most eligible bachelor in the Wizarding World," Ron murmured, his free hand running over Harry's arse, as Harry pulled his knees up to his chest.

Harry shook his head. "I am not available," he whispered, handing Ron the lube from under his pillow.

"You're not," Ron agreed, his eyes sparking.

"Any of those witches at the p-party," Harry stammered, fighting to keep his eyes open as Ron's fingers slipped inside him. "Even if I f-fancied them, I wouldn't trust them."

"No," Ron whispered, moving over Harry and slicking his cock with the last of the lube.

"Any of the w-wizards," Harry moaned, staring deep into Ron's eyes as Ron pressed into him. "I couldn't let anyone else see me l-like this; I wouldn't trust them; you… only you… love you."

When Ron was completely sheathed inside him, he grabbed him by the shoulders, pulling him down for a desperate kiss. "Do I want the papers full of 'I fucked the Chosen One up the arse'?," he said into Ron's hair, as Ron thrust harder. "Never anyone but you, Ron, never. I'm yours."

"Mine," Ron murmured against his neck.

"Only yours," Harry agreed, as Ron spilt inside him.

Claiming him; owning him.


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