Summer Challenge #2 Harry/Ron NC-17
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acquiescenceTitle: Everything Alright Love?
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Pairing: Harry/Ron
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They belong to Rowling, I just like to play
A/N: Forshocolate who wanted Harry/Ron and chocolate, freckles, earlobe, and not dark. This is the second in my Summer Challenge series. Feel free to request one of your own, or another if you have requested one already.
Word Count: 1,098
Ron always tasted like chocolates; Harry thought as his best friend’s tongue pushed deeper into his mouth. It was always that dark sweet chocolate taste – the chocolate frogs. Ron still collected the wizard’s cards even now that he had graduated from Hogwarts; he still needed 4 more cards to complete his collection. He always tasted like warm sweet chocolate.
Harry ran his fingers up over Ron’s shoulders as they snogged in front of the fire in their small flat. He had tried counting the freckles that covered his broad shoulders once, but it was no use there were simply too many. And they increased each year, especially since Ron had become keeper for the Chudley Cannons. He liked to practice with his shirt off. The warm sun that caressed his skin only encouraged those pale orange freckles that drove Harry insane with lust. After practice Ron would come home sweaty and worn out and it was all Harry could do not to simply drag him to the floor the minute he opened the door.
He loved Ron straight from Quidditch practice. He liked to let his tongue trace Ron’s muscles across his chest, down his stomach, his hips, his thighs, his legs and back up. He loved to taste the sun warmed skin. Ron tasted sweet and salty at the same time, and was happy to simply lie on their bed – or where ever Harry had cornered him – while Harry laved his tongue over his body.
Harry was brought back to the present by a warm wet tongue circling his earlobe and the sharp sensation of teeth lightly nipping. He groaned softly as Ron’s hand found its way down his front and into his trousers. Ron gripped him firmly and squeezed gently as he started to wank him.
“Cor mate, that’s good.” Harry groaned as Ron’s hand moved up and down his shaft. He leaned his head against the back of the sofa getting lost in the sensations.
Ron had always been good at this, even when it was their first time together. Harry often suspected that Ron’s time with the Cannons had involved a lot more than just quidditch practice. He wasted no time putting his ample knowledge to use and slowly took the head of Harry’s cock into his mouth; his lips pressing tightly around the lengthening flesh.
“Gods Ron don’t stop, so good.” Harry bit his lower lip and moaned deeply as he lifted his hips from the sofa pushing deeper into his lover’s mouth. He let his fingers slip through the ginger hair in front of him, and slowly forced Ron further onto his cock.
Ron didn’t try to stop him; it was a game they played. They would see how long Harry could hold him down; the game was to see who would come up first. Would Harry be overwhelmed by the intense feelings of Ron’s throat around the head of his cock or would Ron begin to gag having his mouth filled so fully? Tonight Harry won, and Ron had to let Harry slip from his mouth coughing slightly.
“Everything alright, love?” Harry asked with a smirk.
“Sod off.” Ron growled and opened his mouth again taking Harry deep into his throat again. Harry gasped and clutched at the ginger-haired boy again, but this time he wasn’t holding him down. Ron breathed deeply though his nose and he held himself down on Harry, letting his throat taking him slowly deeper.
“Gods Ron—”
Harry’s breath caught as he felt Ron swallow around the head of his cock. It got him every time; he hissed and pushing his hips deeper into the sofa. Ron was relentless, though. He continued to move his tongue back and forth slowly over the underside of Harry’s cock. After years or practice, he knew what his green-eyed lover liked best. It was only a matter of time now.
Slowly Ron dragged his lips back along Harry’s shaft, his tongue continuing its flitting motions. He pulled back so just the head of Harry’s cock remained in his mouth and slowly let his tongue circle around the tip.
Harry squirmed and moaned deeply in his chest as Ron’s expert tongue brought him closer and closer to the brink. He gripped the arm of the sofa tightly in one hand and Ron’s hair in the other. Soon, his hips began their slow begging motions again, rising from the sofa again and again wanting desperately to push deeper into the warm mouth before them.
Ron grinned around Harry’s shaft and pressed his hips to the sofa, with a well placed hand on Harry’s stomach. This was his time now. Harry had won once already tonight, he would not win again.
Harry gasped and arched his hips up driving himself even deeper into Ron’s warm mouth as the redhead suddenly plunged down on his cock. He could feel Ron gag slightly as he pushed deeper into his mouth, despite the hand on his stomach. He quickly adjusted himself, however, and remained impaled on Harry’s cock.
Harry shuddered and groaned as Ron let the head of his cock slip in and out of his throat. Occasionally, Ron would swallow around Harry’s cock, and the tight ring of muscles in the back of his mouth would close around the head.
“Gods … so close … don’t stop …”
Harry drove his hips up against Ron’s mouth, as he groaned. Ron knew he wouldn’t last much longer now and began sucking harder around his length. He pressed Harry’s cock to the roof of his mouth and sucked deeply letting his tongue slowly glide along the underside of Harry’s shaft. Harry gasped and shuddered; his legs tensed and his grip on Ron’s hair tightened even further.
Suddenly Harry cried out and plunged his cock deeper into Ron’s mouth for the last time as he began to erupt. Ron started as the first shoot hit the back of his throat but was soon moaning around Harry’s cock as he swallowed everything Harry gave him. An expression of intense pleasure or pain played over Harry’s face as spilt into the redhead’s mouth, groaning deeply. His hips still off the sofa as he held his position buried deep within Ron’s warm mouth.
Slowly, Harry let his hips fall back to the sofa beneath him; he moaned softly as Ron continued to nurse his slowly deflating cock. Soon, Harry pushed Ron away, the feelings too intense.
The redhead sat back on his heels, licked his lips, and smirked up at his lover.
“Everything alright, love?” Ron mimicked with a satisfied grin.
Author:
acquiescence_Pairing: Harry/Ron
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They belong to Rowling, I just like to play
A/N: For
shocolate who wanted Harry/Ron and chocolate, freckles, earlobe, and not dark. This is the second in my Summer Challenge series. Feel free to request one of your own, or another if you have requested one already. Word Count: 1,098
Ron always tasted like chocolates; Harry thought as his best friend’s tongue pushed deeper into his mouth. It was always that dark sweet chocolate taste – the chocolate frogs. Ron still collected the wizard’s cards even now that he had graduated from Hogwarts; he still needed 4 more cards to complete his collection. He always tasted like warm sweet chocolate.
Harry ran his fingers up over Ron’s shoulders as they snogged in front of the fire in their small flat. He had tried counting the freckles that covered his broad shoulders once, but it was no use there were simply too many. And they increased each year, especially since Ron had become keeper for the Chudley Cannons. He liked to practice with his shirt off. The warm sun that caressed his skin only encouraged those pale orange freckles that drove Harry insane with lust. After practice Ron would come home sweaty and worn out and it was all Harry could do not to simply drag him to the floor the minute he opened the door.
He loved Ron straight from Quidditch practice. He liked to let his tongue trace Ron’s muscles across his chest, down his stomach, his hips, his thighs, his legs and back up. He loved to taste the sun warmed skin. Ron tasted sweet and salty at the same time, and was happy to simply lie on their bed – or where ever Harry had cornered him – while Harry laved his tongue over his body.
Harry was brought back to the present by a warm wet tongue circling his earlobe and the sharp sensation of teeth lightly nipping. He groaned softly as Ron’s hand found its way down his front and into his trousers. Ron gripped him firmly and squeezed gently as he started to wank him.
“Cor mate, that’s good.” Harry groaned as Ron’s hand moved up and down his shaft. He leaned his head against the back of the sofa getting lost in the sensations.
Ron had always been good at this, even when it was their first time together. Harry often suspected that Ron’s time with the Cannons had involved a lot more than just quidditch practice. He wasted no time putting his ample knowledge to use and slowly took the head of Harry’s cock into his mouth; his lips pressing tightly around the lengthening flesh.
“Gods Ron don’t stop, so good.” Harry bit his lower lip and moaned deeply as he lifted his hips from the sofa pushing deeper into his lover’s mouth. He let his fingers slip through the ginger hair in front of him, and slowly forced Ron further onto his cock.
Ron didn’t try to stop him; it was a game they played. They would see how long Harry could hold him down; the game was to see who would come up first. Would Harry be overwhelmed by the intense feelings of Ron’s throat around the head of his cock or would Ron begin to gag having his mouth filled so fully? Tonight Harry won, and Ron had to let Harry slip from his mouth coughing slightly.
“Everything alright, love?” Harry asked with a smirk.
“Sod off.” Ron growled and opened his mouth again taking Harry deep into his throat again. Harry gasped and clutched at the ginger-haired boy again, but this time he wasn’t holding him down. Ron breathed deeply though his nose and he held himself down on Harry, letting his throat taking him slowly deeper.
“Gods Ron—”
Harry’s breath caught as he felt Ron swallow around the head of his cock. It got him every time; he hissed and pushing his hips deeper into the sofa. Ron was relentless, though. He continued to move his tongue back and forth slowly over the underside of Harry’s cock. After years or practice, he knew what his green-eyed lover liked best. It was only a matter of time now.
Slowly Ron dragged his lips back along Harry’s shaft, his tongue continuing its flitting motions. He pulled back so just the head of Harry’s cock remained in his mouth and slowly let his tongue circle around the tip.
Harry squirmed and moaned deeply in his chest as Ron’s expert tongue brought him closer and closer to the brink. He gripped the arm of the sofa tightly in one hand and Ron’s hair in the other. Soon, his hips began their slow begging motions again, rising from the sofa again and again wanting desperately to push deeper into the warm mouth before them.
Ron grinned around Harry’s shaft and pressed his hips to the sofa, with a well placed hand on Harry’s stomach. This was his time now. Harry had won once already tonight, he would not win again.
Harry gasped and arched his hips up driving himself even deeper into Ron’s warm mouth as the redhead suddenly plunged down on his cock. He could feel Ron gag slightly as he pushed deeper into his mouth, despite the hand on his stomach. He quickly adjusted himself, however, and remained impaled on Harry’s cock.
Harry shuddered and groaned as Ron let the head of his cock slip in and out of his throat. Occasionally, Ron would swallow around Harry’s cock, and the tight ring of muscles in the back of his mouth would close around the head.
“Gods … so close … don’t stop …”
Harry drove his hips up against Ron’s mouth, as he groaned. Ron knew he wouldn’t last much longer now and began sucking harder around his length. He pressed Harry’s cock to the roof of his mouth and sucked deeply letting his tongue slowly glide along the underside of Harry’s shaft. Harry gasped and shuddered; his legs tensed and his grip on Ron’s hair tightened even further.
Suddenly Harry cried out and plunged his cock deeper into Ron’s mouth for the last time as he began to erupt. Ron started as the first shoot hit the back of his throat but was soon moaning around Harry’s cock as he swallowed everything Harry gave him. An expression of intense pleasure or pain played over Harry’s face as spilt into the redhead’s mouth, groaning deeply. His hips still off the sofa as he held his position buried deep within Ron’s warm mouth.
Slowly, Harry let his hips fall back to the sofa beneath him; he moaned softly as Ron continued to nurse his slowly deflating cock. Soon, Harry pushed Ron away, the feelings too intense.
The redhead sat back on his heels, licked his lips, and smirked up at his lover.
“Everything alright, love?” Ron mimicked with a satisfied grin.