Bumming - H/R - NC-17
Title: Bumming
Author: shocolate
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Words: 495
Rating: NC-17

Written for the lovely emzlovesharry, because there was art...


Bumming
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"Well, it's been the same since we were kids, hasn't it?" Ron said, dipping his head and tasting Harry's chocolatey lips. "Me generally bumming you."

"I'm not good at these things, but I think I'd've noticed you accessing my arse when we were kids," Harry complained, pressing a thumb print to Ron's jaw line and admiring the smear of chocolate left on his neck.

"I meant metaphorical bumming, not literal bumming," Ron murmured into his mouth.

"Metaphorical bumming?" Harry echoed.

"Maybe that's just a South Devon thing." Ron shrugged.

"Bumming as in hanging around and not doing much?" Harry asked, his hand running down Ron's chest, playing dot to dot with freckles and melted chocolate.

"Bumming as in… absolutely adoring and following around everywhere," Ron protested.

"Oh," Harry said, pulling his head back to gaze up into embarrassed blue eyes. "Ron."

"Shut up," Ron said dismissively. "You know what I mean."

"Well, then I've pretty much… bummed you since the day we met," Harry said faintly.

"Me?" Ron asked, flushing slightly.

Harry unbuttoned Ron's jeans and slid his hands round his slim waist and down, inside his Cannons boxers, cupping his cheeks and squeezing gently.

"Who else would I bum?" he asked, tipping his head back as Ron kissed him.

"No one," Ron said hopefully, his tongue peeping out and lapping at Harry's parted lips.

"Believe that," Harry said, snatching a final kiss before sinking to his knees and tugging Ron's trousers and boxers down.

Ron's hands hovered over messy black hair as Harry swiped the last of the chocolate off of his thumb and across the head of Ron's cock; peering short sightedly up Ron's long, skinny body, he lowered his head and opened his lips.

Ron held his breath as Harry's mouth engulfed him, before exhaling on a groan and finally entwining his fingers in Harry's hair.

Harry hummed happily as Ron started to thrust into his mouth, his hands sliding round to cup and part Ron's cheeks and slip damp fingers between them; Ron arched his back each time he pulled out, watching Harry's lips stretch around his cock and opening his arse to the gently probing fingers that slid inside him.

Harry tipped his head back, taking as much of Ron's cock in his mouth as possible on each stroke, pulling him deeper down his throat by the crooked fingers that were surrounded by the shocking heat of Ron's body.

Ron's shaking hands smoothed Harry's hair away from his face, letting him admire the wide green eyes and the flushed and hollowed cheeks.

With one last thrust he shuddered and stilled, his come flooding Harry's mouth, his arse clenching hard around Harry's fingers.

His shaking legs giving way, Ron fell to his knees, his cock wet and soft against his thigh, Harry's hands still cupping his arse.

"I absolutely adore you," he murmured, leaning forward for a kiss and tasting himself in Harry's eager mouth.

"I'll follow you everywhere," Harry sighed.

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Right, this ficlet was caused by art, so go and swoon over the art, here.