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How Do You Eat Yours? - H/R - NC-17
Title: How Do You Eat Yours?
Author:shocfix
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Words : 674
Rating: NC-17
To cheer upsatindolls.
How Do You Eat Yours?
****
Harry sat down on the couch and contemplated the foil-wrapped egg in his hand.
Ron sprawled next to him, chin over Harry’s shoulder, waiting for him to unwrap it.
“Well?” he prompted.
“D’you know how long I’ve wanted one of these?” Harry sighed.
“It’s a chocolate egg,” Ron said.
“Yeah.”
“That doesn’t do anything,” Ron pointed out.
“Muggle sweets don’t do anything,” Harry said serenely. “But Cadbury’s Cream Eggs are fantastic, and I was never allowed to have one.”
Ron leant into him comfortingly.
“And there was always this ad campaign, ‘How Do You Eat Yours?’,” Harry said. “People eating them in all sorts of odd ways…” he trailed off, aware of Ron’s raised eyebrow.
“Well, how?”
“What?”
“How do you eat yours?” Ron prompted.
“I dunno,” Harry said. “I’ve never tried.”
“Well, go on, then.”
Harry grinned and ceremoniously removed the foil wrapper, holding the chocolate in his fingertips.
He carefully raised it to his lips and bit off the tip of the egg.
“Nice?” Ron asked.
“Mmm-hmmm,” Harry murmured, eyes closed as he rubbed the chocolate on the roof of his mouth, letting it melt.
Ron shifted uncomfortably on the couch and peeped into the egg. “Hey,” he said. “It’s all eggy inside – how do they do that?”
“No idea,” Harry shrugged, and then stuck out his tongue and ran it round and round the chocolate rim.
Ron froze.
“Hmmm,” Harry sighed, lapping at the chocolate, and letting his tongue dip into the hole, delicately.
“Harry,” Ron gasped.
“What?” Harry said, turning his head slightly, so Ron could smell the chocolate on his breath.
“Nothing,” Ron managed, in a strangled voice. “Carry on…”
Harry shrugged and returned to his egg.
His tongue alternated between circling the opening, broad stokes right across the hole and stabbing movements into it.
Ron collapsed back onto the cushions, moaning.
“What?” Harry demanded again.
Ron looked at him.
Harry opened his mouth wider and thrust his tongue deep into the sugar, swirling it around.
Ron whimpered.
“What?” Harry asked.
“It’s the ‘how’,” Ron whined.
“What how?”
“The ‘how’ you eat yours,” Ron said, adjusting his trousers.
Harry raised an eyebrow.
“You’re rimming it, Harry,” Ron said, pitifully.
“I am not,” Harry scoffed.
“Are,” Ron said.
Harry blinked at him.
He blinked at his egg.
He stuck out his tongue and ran it around the now slippery rim of chocolate.
“Oh,” he said.
“Oh,” Ron echoed, leaning in and touching his lips to Harry’s.
Harry’s mouth opened and Ron slid his tongue inside, reaching for the traces of chocolate and sugar.
They pulled apart and Harry sighed, dropping the egg and bringing his chocolaty fingers up to cup Ron’s face.
Their lips slid together and Harry’s tongue peeped out and lapped gently at Ron’s bottom lip.
Ron’s lips opened and tried to catch Harry’s tongue, hoping to tempt it inside, but Harry ran it gently in circles, echoing his earlier treatment of the chocolate egg.
Ron groaned and leant back on the couch, closing his eyes.
Harry straddled his lap, his tongue alternating between circling Ron’s lips, broad stokes right across his mouth and stabbing movements into it, before settling on a deep thrusting kiss.
Ron’s hands came up and grabbed a double fist full of Harry’s shirt, holding him in place as he desperately sucked on his tongue, his hips rocking under Harry’s weight.
Harry tangled one hand in Ron’s hair as he stopped grinding back down into Ron’s lap.
Ron’s whimper was cut off abruptly when Harry used his free hand to stroke Ron’s erection through his trousers.
“Yes,” Ron hissed as Harry’s hand and tongue worked in rhythm to bring him to his climax.
Harry finally sat back and smiled down at Ron, stroking his face as he watched him struggle to open his eyes.
Ron focused carefully and grinned up at him.
“Well,” said Harry. “I must say that was even tastier than I’d always hoped.”
“Uhu,” said Ron. “And I reckon it’s called a Cream Egg because it made me cream my jeans!”
Title: How Do You Eat Yours?
Author:
shocfixPairing: Harry/Ron
Words : 674
Rating: NC-17
To cheer up
satindolls.How Do You Eat Yours?
****
Harry sat down on the couch and contemplated the foil-wrapped egg in his hand.
Ron sprawled next to him, chin over Harry’s shoulder, waiting for him to unwrap it.
“Well?” he prompted.
“D’you know how long I’ve wanted one of these?” Harry sighed.
“It’s a chocolate egg,” Ron said.
“Yeah.”
“That doesn’t do anything,” Ron pointed out.
“Muggle sweets don’t do anything,” Harry said serenely. “But Cadbury’s Cream Eggs are fantastic, and I was never allowed to have one.”
Ron leant into him comfortingly.
“And there was always this ad campaign, ‘How Do You Eat Yours?’,” Harry said. “People eating them in all sorts of odd ways…” he trailed off, aware of Ron’s raised eyebrow.
“Well, how?”
“What?”
“How do you eat yours?” Ron prompted.
“I dunno,” Harry said. “I’ve never tried.”
“Well, go on, then.”
Harry grinned and ceremoniously removed the foil wrapper, holding the chocolate in his fingertips.
He carefully raised it to his lips and bit off the tip of the egg.
“Nice?” Ron asked.
“Mmm-hmmm,” Harry murmured, eyes closed as he rubbed the chocolate on the roof of his mouth, letting it melt.
Ron shifted uncomfortably on the couch and peeped into the egg. “Hey,” he said. “It’s all eggy inside – how do they do that?”
“No idea,” Harry shrugged, and then stuck out his tongue and ran it round and round the chocolate rim.
Ron froze.
“Hmmm,” Harry sighed, lapping at the chocolate, and letting his tongue dip into the hole, delicately.
“Harry,” Ron gasped.
“What?” Harry said, turning his head slightly, so Ron could smell the chocolate on his breath.
“Nothing,” Ron managed, in a strangled voice. “Carry on…”
Harry shrugged and returned to his egg.
His tongue alternated between circling the opening, broad stokes right across the hole and stabbing movements into it.
Ron collapsed back onto the cushions, moaning.
“What?” Harry demanded again.
Ron looked at him.
Harry opened his mouth wider and thrust his tongue deep into the sugar, swirling it around.
Ron whimpered.
“What?” Harry asked.
“It’s the ‘how’,” Ron whined.
“What how?”
“The ‘how’ you eat yours,” Ron said, adjusting his trousers.
Harry raised an eyebrow.
“You’re rimming it, Harry,” Ron said, pitifully.
“I am not,” Harry scoffed.
“Are,” Ron said.
Harry blinked at him.
He blinked at his egg.
He stuck out his tongue and ran it around the now slippery rim of chocolate.
“Oh,” he said.
“Oh,” Ron echoed, leaning in and touching his lips to Harry’s.
Harry’s mouth opened and Ron slid his tongue inside, reaching for the traces of chocolate and sugar.
They pulled apart and Harry sighed, dropping the egg and bringing his chocolaty fingers up to cup Ron’s face.
Their lips slid together and Harry’s tongue peeped out and lapped gently at Ron’s bottom lip.
Ron’s lips opened and tried to catch Harry’s tongue, hoping to tempt it inside, but Harry ran it gently in circles, echoing his earlier treatment of the chocolate egg.
Ron groaned and leant back on the couch, closing his eyes.
Harry straddled his lap, his tongue alternating between circling Ron’s lips, broad stokes right across his mouth and stabbing movements into it, before settling on a deep thrusting kiss.
Ron’s hands came up and grabbed a double fist full of Harry’s shirt, holding him in place as he desperately sucked on his tongue, his hips rocking under Harry’s weight.
Harry tangled one hand in Ron’s hair as he stopped grinding back down into Ron’s lap.
Ron’s whimper was cut off abruptly when Harry used his free hand to stroke Ron’s erection through his trousers.
“Yes,” Ron hissed as Harry’s hand and tongue worked in rhythm to bring him to his climax.
Harry finally sat back and smiled down at Ron, stroking his face as he watched him struggle to open his eyes.
Ron focused carefully and grinned up at him.
“Well,” said Harry. “I must say that was even tastier than I’d always hoped.”
“Uhu,” said Ron. “And I reckon it’s called a Cream Egg because it made me cream my jeans!”