Paddle - H/R - NC-17
Title: Paddle
Author: shocfix
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Words: 684
Rating: NC-17

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


Paddle
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"He hit me," Harry complained, sitting on the end of his bed and dripping blood all over the floor as Ron tried to heal him. "He hit me."

Ron rolled his eyes and pursed his cherry-red lips. "You're an Auror," he muttered. "Last week your arm was slashed open, wrist to elbow."

Harry glared at the curly blonde head kneeling in front of him.

"Last month you were in manacles, under the Cruciatus," Ron went on, in Myfanwy's lilting voice. "But you didn't complain half this much."

Harry grunted and winced as Ron healed his lip and nose and stopped the bleeding.

"That's not the same," he protested.

Ron raised a delicate blonde eyebrow.

"And when are you changing back?" Harry demanded.

Ron shrugged one shoulder. "I last drank just before Goyle arrived, shouldn't be too long, now," he said. "But how is it different?"

"Because," Harry snapped, gesturing at Ron's breasts. "Because. Because I'm pumping full af adrenaline when I'm chasing Dark Wizards and it doesn't hurt until afterwards. But this was some bloke punching me for kissing his girl. None of which I can cope with, at the moment."

Ron's little hand cupped his cheek. "I'm sorry," he said. "You know I only have eyes for you, right?"

Harry grunted.

"I was bad," Ron pouted. "I admit it."

Harry snorted.

"Let me make it up to you?" Ron suggested, moving closer.

"Ron," Harry complained. "Not now."

"'Cos I'm a woman?" Ron demanded, small fists on his ample hips.

Harry rolled his eyes.

"I'm still me, Harry," Ron said.

Harry narrowed his eyes.

"Harry?"

And pounced.

Deciding to take advantage of the fact that he was actually larger than Ron, for once, he grabbed the girl before him and dragged her across his lap.

Ron wriggled, happily, then gasped as Harry flipped his skirt up and ran a hand over his soft arse cheeks.

"Maybe I should punish you," Harry said.

"Maybe you should," Ron said quietly.

Harry moaned and tugged the knickers down pale, smooth thighs, revealing a very female arse. Feeling ever so slightly confused, he slapped it.

"Oh," Ron said.

Harry dug his fingers into the softness. "Is that OK?" he asked.

"Yeah," Ron whispered, trying to look back over his shoulder.

Harry used his other hand to push Ron's head down, fingers tangled in the blonde curls as he administered two more blows. Ron's cheeks were glowing pink, and he was squirming against Harry's cock, but it wasn't enough.

Harry reached for his wand and whispered a spell and it transformed in his hand.

He touched the smooth, varnished surface of the paddle with careful fingers, before holding Ron firmly in place and bringing it down across his arse.

"Fuck," Ron gasped. "What was that?"

"Never you mind," Harry growled, spanking him again.

Ron groaned.

"I don't like to see you flirting with other men," Harry said. "Got that?"

Another stroke.

"Yeah," Ron whispered.

Another.

Harry dropped his paddle and stroked cool fingers over the hot, reddened flesh of Ron's arse.

Ron whimpered.

Harry picked him up and tossed him, face down, onto the bed.

Lowering his head, he ran his tongue over the red marks. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his breath cooling on wet skin and making Ron arch against his mouth.

Having no interest in Ron's girl bits, he nuzzled the dimple at the base of Ron's spine and, cupping both cheeks with gentle hands, pulled them apart. An arse was still an arse, and it was Ron's arse and he dipped his head and lapped at Ron's hole.

"Fuck, yes," Ron hissed, drawing his knees up under him and giving Harry better access.

"Yes," Harry echoed, closing his eyes and burying his face between the soft plump cheeks and driving his tongue inside, over and over and over, until his jaw ached, not even noticing the arse in his hands grow harder, the legs tucked up in front of him grow longer, pushing the gorgeous arse up into his face.

Not coming up for air until he heard Ron's calling his name in his own voice.


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