Senses - H/R - NC-17
Title: Senses
Author: shocfix
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Rating: NC-17
Words: 675

Written to thank the beautiful myrafur for the beautiful job that she did of turning this picture into a Harry/Ron.



Beta-ed by the perfection that is my kaalee.


Senses
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Red.

My face is resting on my crossed forearms, buried in the covers on my bed, but I know that if I had the energy to open my eyes, all I would see would be red.

Red blankets, red freckles, red hair falling into my eyes.

I can hear the blood pounding in my ears, my breath hissing through my teeth, Harry’s sighs.

I can smell chocolate and butterbeer and sex – everything spilled on the blankets in the past few days.

I can smell sweat.

Mine and Harry’s.

I can feel the rough blankets dragging on my nipples as I move slightly, digging my toes into the carpet to rub my cock against the edge of the bed.

And I can feel Harry.

He is behind me.

He leans over me, covering me with his body, and he bites my neck.

I bury my face in my forearms as he licks his way down my spine, his hands splayed on each side, smoothing along my ribs.

I feel his cock pressing against me, being dragged lower and lower as his mouth moves down my back.

His mouth is hot, yet his saliva cools swiftly on my body and I shiver.

Then his hands are on my arse, and his fingers dig into my cheeks, massaging and spreading them as his breath comes in shallow puffs against the wet trail he has laid down.

I push my feet against the floor, thrusting my arse up into his face and I hear and feel his laugh.

And now I spread my legs and he kneels between them and opens me for his tongue.

His hands cup my arse and his thumbs hold me open and he takes several long swipes, running his tongue over and over my hole.

I feel the vibrations as we both moan.

Then he ducks his head and sucks my balls into his mouth, his face is buried between my cheeks and my poor trapped cock throbs against the bed covers.

His tongue swirls round and round as he sucks gently and my thigh muscles tremble as I rub my arse against him.

He lets me slip from his mouth and his tongue runs up between my cheeks again.

He is alternating between broad, flat strokes and a flicking, stabbing motion that makes the breath catch in my throat.

I try to move, to thrust, either down, against the bed, or up, onto his tongue.

But he leans his forearms on my thighs and holds me down.

His thumbs are moving in circles, teasing the sensitive skin between my cheeks and his mouth closes over my entrance as his tongue thrusts inside me.

I whimper pitifully and he hums against my flesh.

“Please, Harry,” I moan, the first words we’ve spoken since we spelled the door closed.

He leaves one hand on my arse, running his thumb in circles until it slips inside me, the other is reaching for his cock as he climbs to his feet.

I brace my feet and lift my arse for him as he presses his cock against my entrance and guides it into me.

Inch by inch he presses forward until he is sheathed inside me.

“Fuck, Ron,” he whispers and I laugh shakily.

He keeps one hand tucked in the crease of my groin as he strokes into me, pulling me back against him on every thrust.

The other reaches beneath me to grasp my cock.

I groan on every thrust, feeling him stretching me till it burns.

I spread my legs further, taking his weight as he bends forward over me, his hand losing its rhythm on my cock as his thrusts grow more erratic and he lays his cheek on my shoulder and his breath gusts against my neck.

“Love you,” he gasps and I push myself up on my elbows and turn my face towards him.

We kiss clumsily over my shoulder and I feel him shaking as he comes inside me.

He looks incredible.

He smells of sex.

He tastes of me.