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Ready for Action - H/R - NC-17
Title : Ready for Action
Author :shocfix
For :esporamor
Pairing : Harry/Ron
Prompt : 1st Xmas as a couple but they can't find time alone since they're at the Burrow
Rating : NC-17
Words : 488
Ready for Action
****
“Is there something wrong, Ron?” Molly asked, as he slid back into his place at the breakfast table.
“No, nothing wrong,” he said, reaching for a sausage.
“Something wrong with Mum’s cooking?” Ginny asked.
“’Course not,” Ron said thickly, through a large mouthful.
“’Cos that’s the third time you’ve nipped to the bathroom,” Ginny said. “Thought maybe you’ve got an upset stomach.”
“Thanks for your concern, but no, I’m fine.”
“Then you can help your sister decorate the tree,” Molly said, from the stove.
Ron caught Harry’s eyes and Harry shrugged and Ron muttered, “yes mum.”
He crammed the rest of his sausage in his mouth and followed Ginny from the room.
Harry sighed and took his and Ron’s plates over to the sink.
“Is Ron really OK?” Molly asked.
“He, yes, he’s of course, yes,” Harry said.
“Right,” Molly said. “I’m just worried about him, Harry. It’s his first Christmas since splitting up with Hermione, and I don’t like him being alone.”
“He’s not alone.”
“Oh, I know you take good care of him, dear, but it’s not the same.”
“Well, maybe not, but…”
“Got a minute, Harry?” Ginny called from the doorway.
“Um?”
“Ron’s nipped to the bathroom again, and I need someone to do the gnome. I mean, you’re not really tall enough, but you’ll have to do.”
Harry winced and trailed after her into the lounge, where he meekly followed her instructions until the tree was finished to her satisfaction.
Ron still hadn’t reappeared and Harry, managing to dodge Molly’s request for help with her sprouts, went in search of him.
He had no sooner stepped through the door into Ron’s old bedroom, when he was grabbed and dragged over to the bed.
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” Ron muttered, dropping his trousers.
“Ron,” Harry protested, “your mum’s downstairs.”
Ron Impeturbed the door and fell to his knees, unzipping Harry’s jeans and unbuckling his belt.
“Don’t care,” Ron said. “It’s been three days, and I can’t stand it.”
“Are you OK?” Harry asked, kicking off his trainers and stepping out of his jeans. “You keep going to the loo.”
“I’m not going to the loo loo,” Ron protested, freeing Harry’s cock and inhaling greedily as he rubbed his cheek against it.
“Then what are you doing?” Harry asked, tangling his fingers in Ron’s hair and enjoying his secret lover’s enthusiastic reaction as his cock hardened.
“Just making sure I’m… you know…” Ron muttered, lapping at the head of Harry’s cock. “But there are too many people in this house, and I can’t get you alone and then we get distracted, and I can’t drag you away and then I get worried about it and I go and check again.”
“Check… what?” Harry asked.
“That I’m,” Ron looked up at him and huffed. “You know, ready for action… backwardsly compatible… so you don’t get any nasty surprises. Now, fuck me!”
Title : Ready for Action
Author :
shocfixFor :
esporamorPairing : Harry/Ron
Prompt : 1st Xmas as a couple but they can't find time alone since they're at the Burrow
Rating : NC-17
Words : 488
Ready for Action
****
“Is there something wrong, Ron?” Molly asked, as he slid back into his place at the breakfast table.
“No, nothing wrong,” he said, reaching for a sausage.
“Something wrong with Mum’s cooking?” Ginny asked.
“’Course not,” Ron said thickly, through a large mouthful.
“’Cos that’s the third time you’ve nipped to the bathroom,” Ginny said. “Thought maybe you’ve got an upset stomach.”
“Thanks for your concern, but no, I’m fine.”
“Then you can help your sister decorate the tree,” Molly said, from the stove.
Ron caught Harry’s eyes and Harry shrugged and Ron muttered, “yes mum.”
He crammed the rest of his sausage in his mouth and followed Ginny from the room.
Harry sighed and took his and Ron’s plates over to the sink.
“Is Ron really OK?” Molly asked.
“He, yes, he’s of course, yes,” Harry said.
“Right,” Molly said. “I’m just worried about him, Harry. It’s his first Christmas since splitting up with Hermione, and I don’t like him being alone.”
“He’s not alone.”
“Oh, I know you take good care of him, dear, but it’s not the same.”
“Well, maybe not, but…”
“Got a minute, Harry?” Ginny called from the doorway.
“Um?”
“Ron’s nipped to the bathroom again, and I need someone to do the gnome. I mean, you’re not really tall enough, but you’ll have to do.”
Harry winced and trailed after her into the lounge, where he meekly followed her instructions until the tree was finished to her satisfaction.
Ron still hadn’t reappeared and Harry, managing to dodge Molly’s request for help with her sprouts, went in search of him.
He had no sooner stepped through the door into Ron’s old bedroom, when he was grabbed and dragged over to the bed.
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” Ron muttered, dropping his trousers.
“Ron,” Harry protested, “your mum’s downstairs.”
Ron Impeturbed the door and fell to his knees, unzipping Harry’s jeans and unbuckling his belt.
“Don’t care,” Ron said. “It’s been three days, and I can’t stand it.”
“Are you OK?” Harry asked, kicking off his trainers and stepping out of his jeans. “You keep going to the loo.”
“I’m not going to the loo loo,” Ron protested, freeing Harry’s cock and inhaling greedily as he rubbed his cheek against it.
“Then what are you doing?” Harry asked, tangling his fingers in Ron’s hair and enjoying his secret lover’s enthusiastic reaction as his cock hardened.
“Just making sure I’m… you know…” Ron muttered, lapping at the head of Harry’s cock. “But there are too many people in this house, and I can’t get you alone and then we get distracted, and I can’t drag you away and then I get worried about it and I go and check again.”
“Check… what?” Harry asked.
“That I’m,” Ron looked up at him and huffed. “You know, ready for action… backwardsly compatible… so you don’t get any nasty surprises. Now, fuck me!”