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User Instructions - H/R - NC17
Title : User Instructions
Author :shocfix
For :chiarore
Pairing : Harry/Ron
Prompt : reading
Rating : NC-17
Words : 276
User Instructions
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(i)
“I'm pretty sure it says…” Harry narrowed his eyes. “Suck my cock.”
Ron snorted.
“You reckon?” he said seriously.
“Well, some letters are a bit… faded, but if you kinda tilt your head…”
“Harry?”
“Yeah?”
“I think I’d know if the freckles on my inner thigh spelt out suck my cock.”
“Ron?”
“Yeah?”
“It’s in your best interests to shut up and let me follow the directions.”
“Good point.”
(ii)
“Ron?”
“Hmmm?”
“Have you ever been to Rimini?”
“Where?”
“Rimini.”
“Where’s that?”
“Italy.”
Silence.
Harry bit Ron’s arse cheek one last time and looked up. Ron was peering back at him, over his shoulder.
“What?”
“Can we forget the geography lesson and get back to your mouth on my arse?” Ron asked.
“That’s the thing,” Harry said, idly petting said arse while he spoke.
“What’s what thing?”
“Here,” Harry said, running a fingertip over the swell of a cheek. “It’s very faint, but it either spells ‘Rimini’ or ‘rim me’. So, I wondered if you’d ever been to Italy.”
“Harry?”
“Yes?”
“I’ve never been to Italy.”
“Thank goodness!”
(iii)
“Missed you.”
“Missed you.”
Kisses.
“Not going away again.”
“Two weeks, Harry.”
“Never again.”
Kisses.
Hands beneath clothing.
“Can not stay away from this luscious arse.”
“S’yours.”
“Bend over.”
Silence.
“Ron?”
“Harry?”
“It says ‘Shut up and fuck my arse’ on your left cheek.”
“Does it?”
“It does. It really, really does. You have ‘Shut up and fuck my arse’ tattooed on your left cheek.”
“Well, you spend so much time trying to read user instructions in my freckles, I just thought a simple message would instruct you on just how I want to be used.”
Title : User Instructions
Author :
shocfixFor :
chiarorePairing : Harry/Ron
Prompt : reading
Rating : NC-17
Words : 276
User Instructions
****
(i)
“I'm pretty sure it says…” Harry narrowed his eyes. “Suck my cock.”
Ron snorted.
“You reckon?” he said seriously.
“Well, some letters are a bit… faded, but if you kinda tilt your head…”
“Harry?”
“Yeah?”
“I think I’d know if the freckles on my inner thigh spelt out suck my cock.”
“Ron?”
“Yeah?”
“It’s in your best interests to shut up and let me follow the directions.”
“Good point.”
(ii)
“Ron?”
“Hmmm?”
“Have you ever been to Rimini?”
“Where?”
“Rimini.”
“Where’s that?”
“Italy.”
Silence.
Harry bit Ron’s arse cheek one last time and looked up. Ron was peering back at him, over his shoulder.
“What?”
“Can we forget the geography lesson and get back to your mouth on my arse?” Ron asked.
“That’s the thing,” Harry said, idly petting said arse while he spoke.
“What’s what thing?”
“Here,” Harry said, running a fingertip over the swell of a cheek. “It’s very faint, but it either spells ‘Rimini’ or ‘rim me’. So, I wondered if you’d ever been to Italy.”
“Harry?”
“Yes?”
“I’ve never been to Italy.”
“Thank goodness!”
(iii)
“Missed you.”
“Missed you.”
Kisses.
“Not going away again.”
“Two weeks, Harry.”
“Never again.”
Kisses.
Hands beneath clothing.
“Can not stay away from this luscious arse.”
“S’yours.”
“Bend over.”
Silence.
“Ron?”
“Harry?”
“It says ‘Shut up and fuck my arse’ on your left cheek.”
“Does it?”
“It does. It really, really does. You have ‘Shut up and fuck my arse’ tattooed on your left cheek.”
“Well, you spend so much time trying to read user instructions in my freckles, I just thought a simple message would instruct you on just how I want to be used.”