Lessons

2 years later

“Harry you’re going to have to stop that or we’ll never finish this game. You’re the one who wanted help with ‘strategy’.” But Harry’s fingers only made wider circles on Ron’s thigh.

“Hey, this is my strategy. Distraction is a valid tactic. Remember in DA, it’s Luna’s primary defense.” Harry lay along the right side of the board, with half his decimated army at his hip. He didn’t seem particularly phased by his losses as his fingers teased the edge of Ron’s boxers.

Ron’s cock gave a jerk as Harry pinched his inner thigh. “I don’t think it counts when you’re as distracted as your target. Mate.” He slid his queen into place, but knew Harry hadn’t heard him. He pushed his legs out past Harry and grabbed his questing hand to kiss his palm.

Smiling, Harry moved up and straddled Ron’s hips, the upset chess pieces hissed and complained as even the victors rolled forgotten onto the carpet of Ron’s room. He circled his hips and pulled his t-shirt up and off. They both grabbed for their wands and within a moment silencing and locking charms were in place. Their Divesto charms were less successful, Ron managed to rips Harry’s boxers in three pieces and Ron’s became transparent.

They both sniggered, kissing roughly and running hands over now familiar skin. Ron’s fingers spread Harry’s arse cheeks and carefully found his hot entrance. As he rubbed, he felt Harry tense a bit, and Ron broke their kiss. “Still a bit sore, love?” Harry nodded, and pressed his lips back to Ron’s.

“I’m sorry. I should remember to carry the lube when w—”

“Shh. I distinctly remember jumping you and then screaming myself hoarse as you pounded me. Don’t you dare apologize.”

Ron shivered from the memory and clutched at Harry’s waist. “Yes, sir. Can I suck your pretty cock then?” Harry’s cock jumped against Ron’s stomach and he grinned and rolled them over.

“I think it’s only fair since you just ripped my last pair of boxers.”

Ron laughed between kisses down Harry’s neck and chest saying, “Then my—work’s—complete.—No more—bloody pants.” Harry arched as Ron’s tongue circled his nipple. He fisted his hand in fire red hair and pushed that lovely mouth toward its ultimate goal. “Pushy,” Ron huffed.

Harry’s laugh turned into a deep moan as Ron licked up the length of his cock and swirled his tongue around the head. “Uhh, yeah, R-r—”

Ron held the base of that gorgeous cock and plunged his mouth down around its length, sucking hard. Harry’s whimpers shot through him like arrows and his finger’s yanking his hair caused bolts of lightening to course down his spine. He hummed and pressed his tongue to the underside of his cock while savouring the flavour that was all Harry.

He was squirming below him, tossing his head as he tried to hold back. Ron pulled up and couldn’t help but smile at Harry’s protesting groan. “It’s all right, love. Fuck my mouth.” He descended again and Harry practically screamed and began to thrust up wildly. Ron kept a strong hold at his base and relaxed his throat. He loved it when Harry let go.

Moments later Harry stiffened and gushed into Ron’s mouth. Ron swallowed convulsively and raised his eyes to watch Harry’s face as best he could. As Harry lay catching his breath, Ron rose and pulled his boxers off. With his feet straddling Harry’s hips he stood looking down at his debauched lover and fisted his hard cock. All that dark hair fanning across the beige carpet was too sexy for words. It made him crazy.

“Oh yes, yes. You want my come all over you don’t you?” his said in a husky voice. Harry’s green eyes looked with longing up at his gloriously naked boyfriend. He blushed and whispered, “Yes.”

“Yes, you want me to paint you with my seed and rub it into your skin. You want to lick it off your chin and use it to lube that pretty cock as you jack off.” His hand was flying fast now, taking in all that blushed skin and those bright hungry eyes.

“Yes, Ron, please.” Harry reached down to stroke his still moist cock as it rose again. His eyes fluttered.

“Look at me, Harry,” Ron commanded. His eyes flew open again and raced between lust filled blue eyes and Ron’s thick cock.

“Please, come on me! I want it!” Harry cried, and Ron growled and shot his load all over Harry’s face and chest. He blushed himself as his last spurt of come landed in Harry’s open mouth. He fell to his knees, rubbing his hand through the come on Harry’s chest and fisting Harry’s pulsing cock quickly. With just a few strokes Harry came again, the taste of Ron on his tongue.

“Did I win?” he asked, still panting.

Ron laughed at how corny Harry was sometimes. “Draw.”