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A Helping Hand - H/R - NC-17
Title: A Helping Hand
Author:shocfix
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Words: 400
Rating: NC-17
Written as comment!porn to cheersatindolls up.
Maybe you had to be there…
A Helping Hand
****
“Harry, I’m never gonna pass this stupid Auror exam – look at me, I’m shaking!”
Harry moved to stand behind me. “You’re taking it far too seriously, mate,” he said, rubbing my shoulders gently.
“I was up half the night, revising,” I muttered, tipping my head forward and letting his thumbs run up and down the back of my neck. “Got, what? Four hours sleep.”
“That’s ridiculous,” he said. “There are much better ways to miss sleep.”
And he leant down and bit me.
“Harry,” I hissed. “Not here! I could be called in at any moment!”
“I think you need a little stress relief,” he murmured, slipping his arm around my chest and Side-Along-Apparating us away.
“Harry, no,” I gasped, finding myself on the couch in Hermione’s office.
“Shush,” he said, kneeling before me and reaching under my plain, black robes. “They just called Padma in, we have another twenty minutes, easily.”
I opened my mouth to protest again, but he opened his to engulf my cock, so I let him win the argument.
I don’t want you to think I was erect – I don’t get turned on by waiting outside the Auror office – so my cock fitted comfortably on his tongue, his nose buried in my pubes.
My head was bursting with Hexes and Jinxes and…. Harry sucked and my cock started to unfurl.
Harry hummed and, as my cock grew, he pulled his head back, letting it stretch his lips until they were just wrapped around the head.
“Oh, go on, then,” I sighed. “Hurry up.”
He snorted and set to work, one hand reaching under my robe to torment a nipple in time with his sucking, one hand massaging my balls and one hand wrapped… no, wait a minute, Harry doesn’t have three hands.
That was me…. One of my hands wrapped around the base of my cock, and the other grabbed his hair to hold him in place as I thrust up into his mouth.
By the time I burst into his throat, I had forgotten all about the Auror exam; all I could do was shake under him, as he placed his hands on my hipbones to pin me to the couch and see me through decreasing aftershocks with a hypnotically swirling tongue.
“Fuck, Harry,” I whispered.
“But why in my office?” Hermione asked plaintively from the doorway.
Title: A Helping Hand
Author:
shocfix Pairing: Harry/Ron
Words: 400
Rating: NC-17
Written as comment!porn to cheer
satindolls up.Maybe you had to be there…
A Helping Hand
****
“Harry, I’m never gonna pass this stupid Auror exam – look at me, I’m shaking!”
Harry moved to stand behind me. “You’re taking it far too seriously, mate,” he said, rubbing my shoulders gently.
“I was up half the night, revising,” I muttered, tipping my head forward and letting his thumbs run up and down the back of my neck. “Got, what? Four hours sleep.”
“That’s ridiculous,” he said. “There are much better ways to miss sleep.”
And he leant down and bit me.
“Harry,” I hissed. “Not here! I could be called in at any moment!”
“I think you need a little stress relief,” he murmured, slipping his arm around my chest and Side-Along-Apparating us away.
“Harry, no,” I gasped, finding myself on the couch in Hermione’s office.
“Shush,” he said, kneeling before me and reaching under my plain, black robes. “They just called Padma in, we have another twenty minutes, easily.”
I opened my mouth to protest again, but he opened his to engulf my cock, so I let him win the argument.
I don’t want you to think I was erect – I don’t get turned on by waiting outside the Auror office – so my cock fitted comfortably on his tongue, his nose buried in my pubes.
My head was bursting with Hexes and Jinxes and…. Harry sucked and my cock started to unfurl.
Harry hummed and, as my cock grew, he pulled his head back, letting it stretch his lips until they were just wrapped around the head.
“Oh, go on, then,” I sighed. “Hurry up.”
He snorted and set to work, one hand reaching under my robe to torment a nipple in time with his sucking, one hand massaging my balls and one hand wrapped… no, wait a minute, Harry doesn’t have three hands.
That was me…. One of my hands wrapped around the base of my cock, and the other grabbed his hair to hold him in place as I thrust up into his mouth.
By the time I burst into his throat, I had forgotten all about the Auror exam; all I could do was shake under him, as he placed his hands on my hipbones to pin me to the couch and see me through decreasing aftershocks with a hypnotically swirling tongue.
“Fuck, Harry,” I whispered.
“But why in my office?” Hermione asked plaintively from the doorway.