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Night - H/R - NC-17
Title: Night
Author:shocolate
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Words: 458
Rating: NC-17
A smutlet for my Harry/Ron claim at50_smutlets.
Night
****
Harry hated it when Ron was on call at night.
It was almost midnight and Ron was too twitchy to go to bed, knowing he'd only get an hour or two of sleep before Tonks needed him.
So, it wasn't worth Harry going to bed either, as he could never sleep with a twitchy Ron prowling round the flat.
Usually he'd have talked Ron into a fuck by now, but they were waiting for a lead on an important case and Ron leapt to his feet every time the fire popped or flared.
"C'mon, Ron," Harry whined. "A watched fire never floos." He turned sideways on the couch and tried to unbutton Ron's shirt.
Ron batted his hands away. "I could need to leave at a moment's notice," he complained.
Harry pouted and Ron rolled his eyes and reached for Harry's boxers. "Will this shut you up?" he demanded, freeing Harry's cock and lowering his mouth.
"C-can't promise total silence, no," Harry murmured, sprawling back on the couch and parting his thighs as Ron knelt over him.
If there was one thing Ron prided himself on, even more than his work, it was his blow jobs.
He kept Harry a quivering mess, on the verge of his climax, until the other man was babbling and moaning.
"Yes… fuck, Ron, please… yes, now." Harry burried his hands in Ron's hair and thrust up into his mouth. "Let me come," he whimpered as Ron stopped sucking.
"Beg me," Ron said, grinning up at him and gently squeezing his balls.
Harry snorted. "What part of 'please, let me come' do you not understand, you bastard?"
Ron loomed over him, still idly stroking his cock and leaning in for a kiss.
"Maybe you hate it and you just want it to end," Ron suggested. "After all, you didn't say 'please, Ron, you are a sex god and I am unworthy, but let me come'."
Harry strained up for another kiss. "Please, Ron, you sare an insufferable git and I am gonna hold your head still as I come down your throat," he murmured, reaching down, unzipping Ron's jeans and freeing the erection crushed inside.
"But then I won't be able to taste you," Ron replied, licking his lips and thrusting into Harry's hand.
Harry grinned widely and lay back, pulling Ron with him and aligning their cocks.
"Fuck, that's good," Ron whispered, sliding against him and rubbing their cocks together.
"Fuck, that's it," Harry murmured, digging his fingers into Ron's thighs.
"Fuck, that's horrible," Tonks' head said in the fireplace.
"Fuck," Ron gasped, throwing himself over the back of the couch and diving for cover.
"Fuck," Harry muttered, finding himself with spread legs and a huge erection bobbing at Tonks's eye level.
My Table.
Title: Night
Author:
shocolatePairing: Harry/Ron
Words: 458
Rating: NC-17
A smutlet for my Harry/Ron claim at
50_smutlets.Night
****
Harry hated it when Ron was on call at night.
It was almost midnight and Ron was too twitchy to go to bed, knowing he'd only get an hour or two of sleep before Tonks needed him.
So, it wasn't worth Harry going to bed either, as he could never sleep with a twitchy Ron prowling round the flat.
Usually he'd have talked Ron into a fuck by now, but they were waiting for a lead on an important case and Ron leapt to his feet every time the fire popped or flared.
"C'mon, Ron," Harry whined. "A watched fire never floos." He turned sideways on the couch and tried to unbutton Ron's shirt.
Ron batted his hands away. "I could need to leave at a moment's notice," he complained.
Harry pouted and Ron rolled his eyes and reached for Harry's boxers. "Will this shut you up?" he demanded, freeing Harry's cock and lowering his mouth.
"C-can't promise total silence, no," Harry murmured, sprawling back on the couch and parting his thighs as Ron knelt over him.
If there was one thing Ron prided himself on, even more than his work, it was his blow jobs.
He kept Harry a quivering mess, on the verge of his climax, until the other man was babbling and moaning.
"Yes… fuck, Ron, please… yes, now." Harry burried his hands in Ron's hair and thrust up into his mouth. "Let me come," he whimpered as Ron stopped sucking.
"Beg me," Ron said, grinning up at him and gently squeezing his balls.
Harry snorted. "What part of 'please, let me come' do you not understand, you bastard?"
Ron loomed over him, still idly stroking his cock and leaning in for a kiss.
"Maybe you hate it and you just want it to end," Ron suggested. "After all, you didn't say 'please, Ron, you are a sex god and I am unworthy, but let me come'."
Harry strained up for another kiss. "Please, Ron, you sare an insufferable git and I am gonna hold your head still as I come down your throat," he murmured, reaching down, unzipping Ron's jeans and freeing the erection crushed inside.
"But then I won't be able to taste you," Ron replied, licking his lips and thrusting into Harry's hand.
Harry grinned widely and lay back, pulling Ron with him and aligning their cocks.
"Fuck, that's good," Ron whispered, sliding against him and rubbing their cocks together.
"Fuck, that's it," Harry murmured, digging his fingers into Ron's thighs.
"Fuck, that's horrible," Tonks' head said in the fireplace.
"Fuck," Ron gasped, throwing himself over the back of the couch and diving for cover.
"Fuck," Harry muttered, finding himself with spread legs and a huge erection bobbing at Tonks's eye level.
My Table.