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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Ron
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Adult ++
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4
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5,008
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3
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Four
Ron’s fingers withdrew, and he muttered a few words. Harry felt a sudden wetness around his hole, and seconds later, he felt something much larger than a finger poking at his entrance. He forced himself to keep his breathing steady and regular, even as Ron began to enter him.
It hurt. It hurt a LOT. But Harry had endured far, far worse, for far less reward. He kept concentrating on his breathing. It seemed to take aeons for Ron to get inside him—but finally, Ronald Weasley’s dick was lodged, up to the base, in Harry Potter’s arse.
Ron bent over and kissed Harry, long and deeply. “Love you, mate.”
“Love you, too.” Harry could feel himself getting used to having Ron inside him. “Let’s do this.”
Ron began to thrust, first with slow, steady strokes, then with more powerful ones, even as he bent over and kissed Harry again. Harry gasped with each thrust, his nerves alive with a pleasure like none he’d ever felt before, his heart racing, his skin burning with wonder and need. His eyes locked on Ron’s, and he saw the determination there, the fire that had always fascinated him—and the love.
Ron withdrew, and whispered, “Roll over.” Harry did so, and Ron slipped inside him again. It didn’t hurt nearly as much this time.
Ron began to fuck him again, hard, energetic, fierce. Harry gasped, “I’m close.”
Ron leaned back, allowing Harry to sit up, even as Ron continued to thrust into him. Jerking his dick, Harry came in a massive explosion, groaning and crying out, his seed splattering all over the sheets and pillowcases.
Ron pulled his dick out completely even as Harry collapsed onto the bed. Within moments, Harry felt hot liquid rain down on his back, even as Ron called his name in a wild, primal shriek of pure ecstasy, before landing on top of Harry, completely spent.
They lay there for a moment, exhausted, drenched in sweat and each other. Finally, Harry was able to gasp out, “That………was………brilliant……”
“Same here, mate,” Ron murmured into his ear. “Now, the truth—how do you feel about Ginny?”
The question caught Harry completely by surprise. He shifted out from under Ron, then turned to stare at him. All at once, Ginny’s face came to his mind’s eye, the scent of her filled his nostrils, the taste of her………if she knew about this, he’d lose her, and it would be like losing a piece of his heart.
All of which Ron must have read in his eyes, because he nodded and said, “Exactly. That’s how I feel about Hermione. We still love them, Harry—that’s not going to change because of this—and this is important: they know that. Understand?”
Harry nodded in agreement, somewhat weakly. Ron smiled. “It’s almost five o’clock. Let’s swing by George’s shop and see if he’s up for some dinner, then you and I can come back here. I reserved the room ‘til tomorrow morning.
“Unless, of course,” Ron said archly, “you don’t want to return the favor………”
Harry suddenly found himself hoping George had shut the shop early.
It hurt. It hurt a LOT. But Harry had endured far, far worse, for far less reward. He kept concentrating on his breathing. It seemed to take aeons for Ron to get inside him—but finally, Ronald Weasley’s dick was lodged, up to the base, in Harry Potter’s arse.
Ron bent over and kissed Harry, long and deeply. “Love you, mate.”
“Love you, too.” Harry could feel himself getting used to having Ron inside him. “Let’s do this.”
Ron began to thrust, first with slow, steady strokes, then with more powerful ones, even as he bent over and kissed Harry again. Harry gasped with each thrust, his nerves alive with a pleasure like none he’d ever felt before, his heart racing, his skin burning with wonder and need. His eyes locked on Ron’s, and he saw the determination there, the fire that had always fascinated him—and the love.
Ron withdrew, and whispered, “Roll over.” Harry did so, and Ron slipped inside him again. It didn’t hurt nearly as much this time.
Ron began to fuck him again, hard, energetic, fierce. Harry gasped, “I’m close.”
Ron leaned back, allowing Harry to sit up, even as Ron continued to thrust into him. Jerking his dick, Harry came in a massive explosion, groaning and crying out, his seed splattering all over the sheets and pillowcases.
Ron pulled his dick out completely even as Harry collapsed onto the bed. Within moments, Harry felt hot liquid rain down on his back, even as Ron called his name in a wild, primal shriek of pure ecstasy, before landing on top of Harry, completely spent.
They lay there for a moment, exhausted, drenched in sweat and each other. Finally, Harry was able to gasp out, “That………was………brilliant……”
“Same here, mate,” Ron murmured into his ear. “Now, the truth—how do you feel about Ginny?”
The question caught Harry completely by surprise. He shifted out from under Ron, then turned to stare at him. All at once, Ginny’s face came to his mind’s eye, the scent of her filled his nostrils, the taste of her………if she knew about this, he’d lose her, and it would be like losing a piece of his heart.
All of which Ron must have read in his eyes, because he nodded and said, “Exactly. That’s how I feel about Hermione. We still love them, Harry—that’s not going to change because of this—and this is important: they know that. Understand?”
Harry nodded in agreement, somewhat weakly. Ron smiled. “It’s almost five o’clock. Let’s swing by George’s shop and see if he’s up for some dinner, then you and I can come back here. I reserved the room ‘til tomorrow morning.
“Unless, of course,” Ron said archly, “you don’t want to return the favor………”
Harry suddenly found himself hoping George had shut the shop early.