Love of Literature - H/R - NC-17
Title: Love of Literature
Author: shocolate
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Words: 1005
Rating: NC-17

Happy birthday my beloved auntee_mame. Oh, what a year we’ve had, babe!

Thank you for seeing Equus three times with me – it was lovely, oh, it was lovely.

Thank you for crossing the Atlantic to read a book with me! Thank you for being there when Ron left, and when Ron returned. For toasting the Trio in sparkling wine and the early hours of the morning.

I will see you in October, my angel – how many shows can we do in a week??


Love of Literature
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Harry bit his lips until they felt hot and swollen, and he pouted in what he hoped was an attractive manner as he ran a finger up Ron’s arm.

“Mmm,” Ron hummed absently, turning a page.

Harry leant closer and pressed a kiss to Ron’s shoulder.

Ron’s lips twitched, in the ghost of a kiss, but his eyes flew back and forth across the words in front of him.

Harry sighed and slumped back against his pillow, watching the love of his effing life frown with concentration as he read.

“Y’know,” he said conversationally, watching Ron closely. “If I was aroused by the smell of new books, I’d have shagged Hermione that time she stripped naked and begged me to.”

“Mmm.”

“When she grabbed my cock and told me she’d always wanted a real man between her legs.”

“Yeah.”

“And then she rolled naked in blackcurrant jelly and did that belly-dance and asked me to catch the Snitches tied to rings through her pierced nipples.”

“Mm-hmm.”

Harry snorted.

“Ron?”

“Hmm?”

“Why don’t you put your book down, strip me, rim me, stretch me, fuck me until my eyes water, then finish reading in the morning?”

“Yeah,” Ron said vaguely, turning another page.

Harry gave the brightly illustrated book cover a filthy look and gave up.

He was immune to the latest literary sensation sweeping the Wizarding World, and Hermione had read the first one and tried lecturing Ron on how airplanes just didn’t work like that, but Ron was his father’s son, and devoured the adventures of a young boy in the Muggle world.

The latest volume – Sagittarius Smith and the Hovercraft to Calais - had had a midnight launch party at Flourish and Blotts, and Ron had queued for hours to finally get his hands on it and Harry had waited patiently all evening, and now he wanted Ron’s fingers up his arse and Ron wanted to know what happened to Sagittarius.

Harry sighed.

It was nearly half one.

He reckoned he had four options. He could admit defeat, turn over and try to go to sleep; he could slip into the bathroom for a swift wank, first; he could turn back the covers and slip his hand inside his boxers and have a leisurely wank, with much arching into his hand and many debauched sound effects, until even Ron could no longer ignore him and abandoned Sagittarius and his quest for wine and cheese in northern France, in favour of sucking on his boyfriend’s cock.

Or he could take the initiative.

Well, Harry was never one to back down from a challenge.

Ron didn’t even notice as Harry wriggled out of his boxers, and hauled his t-shirt over his head, he just turned swiftly back a few pages, raised his eyebrows and whistled through his teeth.

Harry rolled his eyes and ducked under the covers.

Luckily Ron had stripped down to soft black jersey boxers before taking his new love to bed, and Harry flicked his fly button undone without Ron noticing.

Starting with soothing circles on Ron’s thigh, Harry petted and caressed his way towards his goal. He was rather proud of the focussed and mature way he approached Ron’s cock, rather than just grabbing for it, as he would have done in his younger, more impetuous, although nominally straight days.

Ron shifted slightly and helpfully parted his legs and Harry covered the boxer clad bulge with his hand and squeezed gently. Pressing against Ron’s balls with the heel of his hand, he stroked up and down his shaft with gentle fingertips, until Ron’s cock was straining at the fly of his boxers.

Harry hummed happily and carefully freed Ron’s erection, shifting closer and nuzzling against it as he wanked him slowly until he was fully hard.

He could no longer hear Ron’s breathing, or his page turning, but Ron’s hips definitely flexed, driving his cock upwards as Harry opened his mouth and engulfed him.

Stupid sod, Harry thought. What sort of bloke has to be tricked into a blow job?

Still, he wasn’t going to complain, because Ron’s cock was hot and heavy on his tongue and Ron’s scent surrounded him in the hot cave of the bedclothes, and Ron’s taste had him grinding his own aching erection against the mattress.

Working Ron’s cock with greedy lips and tongue and cupping his balls with careful fingers, Harry soon felt Ron throb in his mouth, as his hand pressed down on the back of Harry’s head through the blankets, and Ron’s seed flooded his mouth.

Sucking hard to milk each pulse out of him, Harry finally let Ron’s softening cock slip from his lips, finishing with a kiss as he sat up.

He peered out from under the blankets, to see a sleepy eyed Ron smiling back at him, his precious book lying face down on his chest.

“C’mere,” Ron murmured, and Harry flowed into his arms.

Sagittarius Smith was knocked to the floor as Harry straddled Ron’s waist, tangling his hands in long red hair as their lips met.

“You distracting and sexy bastard,” Ron murmured into his mouth, one hand slipping between their bodies to press Harry’s cock hard against the coppery hairs on his belly. “Come for me.”

Harry groaned and thrust against him, his hips snapping back and forth as he fucked Ron’s hand.

“Fuck, yes,” Ron murmured, “that’s it. Good boy.”

“You choose,” Harry gasped. “Me naked or that fucking book.”

“That’s a hard one,” Ron said.

“Bastard.”

“No,” Ron said with a broad grin, squeezing Harry’s cock as it slid under his fingers. “That’s a hard one.”

Harry laughed and buried his face in Ron’s neck, thrusting harder as he felt his climax building deep inside him and sparks prickled behind his closed eyelids.

Ron’s free hand cupped the back of Harry’s head tenderly, holding him together as he shattered.

Harry pressed a kiss in the hollow of Ron’s throat.

“Love you,” he whispered.

“Since when did you know about Hermione’s pierced nipples?” Ron asked him.