Proposition - H/R - NC-17
Title: Proposition
Author :shocolate
Pairing(s): Harry/Ron
Words : 561
Rating: NC-17

Written for kerryblaze as Repeal Proposition 8 comment porn.


Proposition
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Ron let Harry’s balls fall from his mouth with a damp thud.

“What d’you mean, they can’t?” he asked, one thumb thrusting idly between equally damp cheeks.

“Grr….fffrrrnnnn?” Harry whimpered, pulling his knees harder against his chest and clenching his buttocks alluringly.

“What you said before,” Ron explained, returning to his nuzzling.

“B…fr…?”

“Before.”

“Bfr… stuck… tongue… arse…” Harry blinked down his body at curious blue eyes, until Ron’s thumb slid inside him and his eyes rolled back in his head.

Ron sniggered and thrust deeper, before leaning forward to capture Harry’s bobbing cock in his mouth.

Shortly afterwards, Ron was resting his forehead against Harry’s stomach, still sucking lightly on Harry’s softening cock.

“What d’you mean, before?” Harry gasped, his heart still racing.

“Before?” Ron asked, letting it slip from his mouth.

“Before,” Harry confirmed.

“Before?”

“Before I came.”

“Before you came I was asking about before before,” Ron said.

“Before before I came?” Harry asked.

“Before before you came is before you distracted me,” Ron said, crawling up Harry’s body and claiming a soft kiss.

“How did I distract you?” Harry asked.

“By wrapping your arse ‘round my tongue,” Ron explained.

Harry snorted and pulled him closer.

“Ron,” he said. “Before, you were asking about something before before.”

“Muggles,” Ron said. “What d’you mean they can’t get married?”

“Muggles get married,” Harry said.

“Blokes,” Ron said. “You said two blokes can’t get married – said the Americans were faffing around about it.”

“I didn’t say ‘faffing’,” Harry protested. “I said it was illegal in most countries, and the American pro gay marriage lot were trying to overturn something called Proposition 8, that was passed by the last anti gay marriage lot.”

“I was just surprised they couldn’t,” Ron said, snuggling under Harry’s arm and rubbing small circles on his chest.

“Are you saying gay wizards can get married?” Harry asked, peering down at him.

“’course,” Ron said.

“Really?”

“Harry, my sister-in-law is part Veela,” Ron said. “Hagrid is half giant. Marrying a full human is nothing.”

“Oh,” Harry said. “Good. That’s good. Unexpectedly enlightened. I’m pleased.”

“You don’t sound pleased,” Ron said, propping himself up on an elbow to look at him.

“I just thought.” Harry shrugged and wrinkled his nose. “Well, I just assumed we could never get married.”

“Do you want to get married?” Ron asked.

“Well… no, not really,” Harry said. “Sounds like a load of fuss over nothing; Hermione’s was a nightmare.”

“Then why are you pouting?”

“Well, I never mentioned it because I didn’t think it was possible,” Harry said.

“And because you don’t want to,” Ron pointed out.

“Well, yes,” Harry admitted. “But you knew it was possible, and never mentioned it.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sakes, Harry,” Ron complained. “That’s hardly fair.”

“You don’t want to,” Harry pouted.

“Neither do you,” Ron protested.

“Well, why don’t you want to?” Harry asked.

“Because it’s a load of fuss over nothing,” Ron said. “And living in sin is sexier, and annoys my mother.”

“Oh,” Harry said. “Well, that’s fair enough.”

“I mean,” Ron said. “Good luck to the Propositioning Muggles, but just because you can get married, doesn’t mean you have to.”

“Right,” Harry said. “Good.”

Ron sighed and snuggled back against him, rubbing his cock against his thigh.

“Need any help with that?” Harry offered, as it hardened.

“Are you propositioning me?” Ron asked. “Excellent.”