Cock, arse. Arse, cock. - H/R - NC-17
Title: Cock, arse. Arse, cock.
Author: shocfix
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Words: 1200
Rating: NC-17

This is a sequel to My Eyes!, Arse and Cinderella and Perfect.


Cock, arse. Arse, cock.
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So, where was I?

Oh, right.

An hour after being straight, I had an utterly boneless Harry lying in my arms and nuzzling my neck, his cock already half-hard again as he lazily rubbed it on my thigh, and I was still stroking his arse and my own erection was so hard that I could think of little else.

Not Else Quirke in Ravenclaw. Although she is tiny.

Sorry, where was I?

Oh, right.

Lying there with an aching cock and Harry’s arse flexing against my palm as he thrust against me.

Cock, arse. Arse, cock.

An easy connection to make, and just about all my brain could manage.

But it’s not something one usually talks about, so I didn’t know how to bring the subject up. ”Hey, Harry, mate. Can I stick my cock up your arse?” “Mmmm, Harry, you know what I’d like to do now? Bugger you.” OK, maybe all the blood had left my brain and migrated South, but I had all these pervy sentences popping into my mind, and I was trying hard not to say any of them and spoil the moment.

Harry sighed deeply, his hot breath hitting my neck where he had been licking me and making me shiver. “Ron?” he murmured, kissing behind my ear.

“Hmmm?” I managed to say, swallowing the word “arse” yet again.

“I want you to fuck me,” he whispered, rubbing up against my cock and making the blood pound so hard in my ears that I was sure I hadn’t heard him right.

“What?” I yelped, not very sexily, I admit, and he pulled back to peer at me, nearsightedly.

He flushed. “Not if you don’t want to,” he muttered.

“Oh, no, no, no. I do,” I said, far too enthusiastically, and he half-smiled.

“Well, I thought you might,” he said.

“Only if you want me to,” I assured him, earnestly. “Don’t do it just ‘cos I’m obsessed with your arse.”

He gave me a long, level look, kind of judging what I really wanted from him. “Ron,” he said simply. “I want your cock up my arse.”

He knows me so well.

“Fuck, yes,” I said, and kissed him, slipping my hand between his cheeks again and rubbing one fingertip over and over his hole as he writhed in my arms.

“And when I want your cock up my arse, is now,” he added, rolling onto his back and taking me with him.

I reluctantly pulled my hands out from under him and felt almost desolate, as I had been in constant contact with that perfect arse for an hour now, and I panicked without it. Which was not a good sign, as I am pretty sure I would have to go about my daily life in the castle without being in constant contact with Harry’s perfect, tight, perfect, muscular, edible, tight arse.

Tight.

I kissed him again. “I don’t want to hurt you, Harry,” I whispered against his lips.

“Jeans pocket,” he muttered, trying to reach for his discarded clothes, and I snagged them and handed them to him, kneeling between his parted thighs and idly stroking my cock as I looked at him spread out before me.

He was definitely too thin, and I wondered if my new role as his lover meant I had more leverage in getting him to eat better, more influence than his best friend. I suspected it did, that he’d want to look good for me, and I thanked my lucky stars that he could want me like this.

Because, fuck, I wanted him like this. His legs were spread wide and my knee was nudged up against his balls and his cock was hard and curved against his belly, and he threw the jeans down again, handed me a tube of lube and flopped down against my pillows. Then, Merlin, he pulled his knees up and out and opened himself up to me and I stroked myself harder.

“Don’t waste that, Ron,” he said sternly and I looked down at my cock and smiled. No, I certainly had better things to do than wank!

I pulled a pillow out from under his head and he raised his arse off the bed and I placed the pillow under it like it was, well, yes, like it was Cinderella’s slipper on a velvet cushion. I smiled to myself and made a mental note to tell him that later.

I carefully squeezed some lube onto my fingers and knelt over him. I ran one thumb over his hole as I held his cheeks apart and he pulled his parted knees up against his chest. Then I slipped one slicked finger inside him and watched his face.

His eyelids fluttered closed, but he didn’t look like he was in pain, so I added a second, curving them up inside his hot passage and stroking him. He made an incredible gurgling noise in his throat and I marvelled at the sight of him. Adding a third finger made him swallow hard, and his whole body shivered as I stretched him, but the look on his face was dreamy, so I slowly fucked him with my fingers, enjoying his reactions that I had missed when I’d had him face down on the bed.

Then he moaned and took hold of his cock, running his thumb over the head and stroking himself in time with my thrusting fingers. And, fuck, he’s beautiful. And he’s mine. And before I took him, I couldn’t resist slipping my fingers free and ducking my head again and thrusting my tongue inside the loosened ring of muscle with the same rhythm, and he moaned my name and I nearly came on the spot.

Which, judging by the way he clenched about my tongue, would have been a waste.

So I sat back, took a deep breath, ran my lube-slicked hand along my shaft and moved into position.

I paused and bit my lip, aware that this was huge. No, not my cock, although I hoped he’d have no complaints.

No. I was about to fuck Harry. I had my aching cock in my hand, and he had his. His beautiful arse was quivering as I pressed the head of my cock against his entrance, and I was going to fuck Harry.

Going. To. Fuck. Harry.

And, as I pressed gently forward, and watched his hole relax and open up for me, as I saw my cock slip slowly into his body and felt the tight, tight ring of muscle surround me, I looked up and met his eyes.

His beautiful, stunned, lust-filled eyes, that opened wide and locked on mine as I slid all the way into him. And, when I was fully sheathed inside him, and he was hot and smooth and gripping tight at the base of my cock, I came within reach of his lips and I kissed him hungrily and he devoured my mouth, both hands coming up to tangle in my hair, and Merlin, I loved him. And I had to tell him.

I leant back to look at his awe-struck face.

“You’re beautiful,” I whispered, as he said, “You’re huge!”

And we both laughed. And we both said, “I love you.”


I think I might be gay.