Literature, Smut, and Adult Themes

Okay, in my two cents, the back-and-forth between Draco and Harry in Chapter 7 works for this story, so it is staying as is. As such, we are jumping forth, to Chapter 8.
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“That cat’s got it in for Scabbers!” said Ron, ignoring the people around him, who were starting to giggle. “And Scabbers was here first, and he’s ill!”

Ron marched through the common room and out of sight up the stairs to the boy’s dormitory.

Harry quickly ran up the stairs behind him, after mouthing a polite “I’ll go talk to him” to Hermione. He got up to the dorm landing just in time to have Ron slam the door on him. Not really wanting to make much of a fuss, Harry gently rapped on the door once...twice...three times.

“GO AWAY, HERMIONE!” Ron’s voice bellowed from the room.

Harry cautiously opened the door and poked his head in, “it’s only me, Ron,”

Ron grunted his permission for Harry to enter the room. Harry swiftly closed the door behind him, locked it, and then strode over to his best friend (who was sitting on his bed).

“Why did she have to get that bloody fucking monster of a cat?” Ron asked miserably.

“She...I guess that she was feeling left out, mate,” Harry sat on his own bed, facing Ron, “I mean, you’ve always had Scabbers, Hagrid bought me Hedwig before we knew each other...and Hermione’s never had a pet.”

Ron sighed, and nodded slightly. “But it’s still a stupid creature that wants to murder Scabbers,”

“Okay...Ron...calm down,” Harry said jokingly.

Though Ron was on the verge of a “you don’t know what it’s like” rant, the fact that Harry had faced an evil wizard. with a stupid name, to the death before put that argument away.

“So...” Ron looked Harry in the eyes,

“So?” Harry gazed back.

“We haven’t gotten off in a long while together...and the rest of them all think you’re trying to, uh, console me,” Ron looked so close to winking that Harry was slightly afraid.

“True,”

“And I’m already fucking horny,” Ron said, pointing to his trousers; just beyond the folds Harry could make out the tent in his pants, “I mean, I haven’t gotten off in a few days, come to think of it.”

Harry was hard instantly; but instead of his previous reserve and caution, he decided to hell with it all, and he was naked quicker then Ron could blink. Showing off his larger erection, Harry strutted over to Ron and shoved his hands down Ron’s pants.

“Oh, fuck, Harry!” Ron’s voice climbed an octave as the warm hand grabbed his hot tool; all the blood from his brain had gone south, but Ron had enough IQ points to also strip down.

“Door locked?” Ron asked.

Harry nodded, and then grabbed his wand and cast a cautionary silencio.

“I’ve got an idea,” said Harry, staring at Ron’s cock,

“Yeah,” came Ron’s husky reply.

“There were a couple of sixth years talking about great ways to get off with each other, the other day, outside the hospital wing,” Harry lied, embellishing so as to allay suspicion, “and they had a pretty cool sounding technique. “

“Uh huh,” Ron grabbed a hold of Harry’s cock, beginning gently around the tip, thumbing over the slit and rubbing around Harry’s precum. Though slightly envious of Harry’s rapid development, he knew that he would soon surpass his friend; he had accidently glimpsed Bill wanking in Egypt, and Bill was definitely big and ... hairy.

“We both lie on the bed, facing each other,”

That sounds kind of queer, Ron thought, using his free hand to cup Harry’s balls, but sounds good so far.

“Well, uh, facing each other’s cock...you see, I’m lying with my head near the pillows, and you will have your head near the foot of the bed. Apparently, because we can see what we are actually doing, we can get off, ahh, better,” Harry moaned as Ron’s tempo increased.

“K” mumbled Ron, though he was perfectly happy to just stay and stroke. Harry pulled back, removing his hands from Ron’s cock and freeing himself. He leapt up onto the bed, and lay down on his side. Following the plan, Ron climbed up onto the bed, but shuffled down so that he could gaze on Harry’s throbbing erection, and vice verse.

Harry was the first to begin the process, though he took it very slow...instead of just helping his friend get off, he had other motives. He was now staring at another cock, up close and personal, just inches from his face. So as not to obscure the view, he was using a two-fingered touch, gently caressing Ron’s member.

Ron, on the other hand, was much too horny to care about gentility; he grabbed hold and started pumping like there was no tomorrow. Using a bit of spit from his mouth, he lubed Harry’s cock until it was glistening in the lamp light – grossly, it looked like someone had sucked on it! That didn’t matter too much though, because Ron had a goal: to cum.

Meanwhile, Harry was still dazzled by Ron’s privates – he examined the veins that were underneath the cock, the way that Ron’s slit was offering just a little taste of his juices with the promise of more, the way that –

“C’mon mate, pick up the pace!” Ron demanded.

“K,” Harry grumbled. He evolved his stroking so as to include both hands, and he felt Ron do the same.

Staring at Ron’s cock gave Harry a powerful surge of arousal, and he yelled out “coming!” Ron was able to close his eyes, lift his head, and he stroked once more...Harry shot his load with great force onto Ron’s neck and upper chest. Slightly more aroused, Ron began to seize up.

Harry, however, was both revelling in his orgasm and admiring Ron’s cock – so, when Ron came Harry was not prepared. He felt especially stupid when Ron began to shoot and he had no clue; he felt worse when a bead of cum flew into his eye.

“FUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK!” Harry yelled, rolling off the bed and landing on the floor with a loud thump. His erection died mercilessly, and he raised his hands to rub his eyes.

“What?” Ron asked, peering over the side of the bed to look at his best friend, rolling around in pain, nude, on the floor.

“You came in my eye!” Harry groaned, fighting back a small wave of tears.

“Fuck, sorry mate,” Ron said, reaching up to his neck – he began to wipe the cum off as Harry began to relax.

“I warned you!” Harry glared at Ron with his one good eye.

“It just felt so good...”

“Thanks?” Harry asked, lying back and chuckling slightly. He took in the situation, and realizing that he was fully on display for Ron, showing off his slim figure and fit physique, he got hard again.

“I’ll warn you next time,” Ron promised,

“Shall we do it again now?” Harry asked, sitting up; his eye was starting to feel better.

“Yeah...but the normal way, sitting up?”

“Please,” Harry smiled.

It took slightly longer – roughly ten minutes – for the two of them to cum again, and when they did, they made sure that it was safe. Harry intentionally shot at Ron’s stomach, and Ron was kind enough to cum on Harry’s sheets. Sated and sweaty, the two unlocked the door and then hopped into their individual showers to clean up.

However, for all the fun that they had that night, Ron was still in a bad mood with Hermione the next day.