Snippets of Desire
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
3,299
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Desire in the Night
Harry jerked awake as a weight settled on his bed. He met Ron’s eyes who winked as he waved his wand. The silencing spell popped into place.
“Ron, what are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing?” Ron smirked as he stretched his length out next to Harry. 3 ½ weeks of stolen kisses had left Harry’s body one enormous ache and even Ron’s heat through the thin blanket was enough to send blood surging through his cock.
“It looks like you’re about to do something that would shock the shit out of our entire dorm.”
“You worry too much. Six years and you haven’t figured out that they all sleep like the dead?” As he spoke Ron wriggled under the covers and ran hot fingers over Harry’s chest.
Harry groaned and grabbed Ron’s hair, pulling him in for a kiss. He tangled his fingers in his hair as their tongues tangled together. It has been weeks since he had gotten to taste Ron fully. A few hurried kisses here and there in the halls wasn’t enough and knowing that the object of his desire was willing and in the next bed had resulted in sleepless nights and erections that just wouldn’t fade. Only thoughts of Snape in women’s lingerie had served to cool his ardor but even that was beginning to lose its effectiveness.
Ron’s hands stroked lower and Harry swallowed a moan. He narrowed his eyes over Ron’s shoulder as the red head trailed his lips down Harry’s neck.
“Ron, hold on.” Harry gasped, wiggling away. Ron groaned into his neck.
“Harry, I’m going barmy over here. Please…I just need to taste you.” Ron mumbled into Harry’s neck and Harry had to grin even as pleasure coursed through his body with Ron’s desperate words. He closed his eyes and dropped the charms that hid his appearance from the rest of the world. A summer of hard training had left a mark of maturity that Dumbledore thought would be best to hide…particularly from a certain set of Dark Wizards.
“I just want to see you…as you.” Harry stroked a hand up Ron’s inner thigh as he spoke and Ron’s strangled gasp was music to his ears.
“Ah, right.” With a waver, the cherub faced Ron vanished. The change wasn’t that big but it hit Harry in the chest anyhow. With a low growl he pressed his body as close to Ron’s as he could. If it had been possible he would have crawled inside his skin. He let his hands wander Ron’s body, tugging aggressively at clothing. He wanted, he needed, to feel skin. Finally, Ron’s shirt parted and a crackle of pleasure rolled through Harry’s body at the contact. Ron moaned and bucked his hips wildly.
Heat rolled through Harry’s body in waves and he count not help himself from writhing underneath Ron’s hands. He was so lost in the sensation of Ron’s mouth, his hands, the smell of him…somehow they were naked and the shock of their naked erections rubbing against each other almost brought him over the edge. Ron pushed him onto his back and Harry moaned at the wild, wanton look in his friend’s eyes. His red hair stood on end and his pale skin was flushed red with excitement. Harry reached out to touch him but Ron caught his hands and pressed them into the bed. The redhead trailed his lips down Harry’s chest. He lips were warm and soft and Harry moaned uncontrollably. Ron dragged his teeth sharply, unexpectedly, across the soft skin of Harry’s belly and the sharpness of it made Harry squirm and pant.
“Ron…” His voice was breathy and Harry didn’t know what he was trying to say. Harry looked down into Ron’s eyes who grinned up at him before sucking the head of his cock into his hot mouth. Harry cried out, panting as Ron laved his tongue over the sensitive underside. He was not going to last long. Ron swirled his tongue briskly over Harry’s thickness, bobbing his head as he did so. The heat in his body pulsed and he came, arching his back with the pleasure. It was so intense that his ears roared with the sound of his own blood, sounding like an ocean around him.
“Ron…” He croaked, when he finally came back to himself. “That was…” The words trailed off. Ron huffed with a small laugh against his thigh and Harry shivered.
“Yeah.” Ron slid back up to kiss Harry, their sweaty bodies sliding past each other. Ron settled one thigh between Harry’s legs, draped a possessive arm over his chest, and nuzzled his face into his neck. Harry sighed in contentment. Then a niggling thought popped into his brain.
“Ron, do you…I mean,” he gestured vaguely towards Ron’s groin.
“Oh, yeah.” Ron said, somehow managing to sound like a lazy cat. “Made a right mess of your sheets.”
“Really?” Harry squeaked, his voice cracking. He felt a blush spreading across his cheeks. “But I…” He trailed off, feeling embarrassed about sounding so eager but also disappointed he did not get to return the favor.
“Some other time, mate. Some other time.” Ron said sleepily into the crook of his neck.
Harry smiled broadly at that and stroked a hand down Ron’s back.
“Ron, what are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing?” Ron smirked as he stretched his length out next to Harry. 3 ½ weeks of stolen kisses had left Harry’s body one enormous ache and even Ron’s heat through the thin blanket was enough to send blood surging through his cock.
“It looks like you’re about to do something that would shock the shit out of our entire dorm.”
“You worry too much. Six years and you haven’t figured out that they all sleep like the dead?” As he spoke Ron wriggled under the covers and ran hot fingers over Harry’s chest.
Harry groaned and grabbed Ron’s hair, pulling him in for a kiss. He tangled his fingers in his hair as their tongues tangled together. It has been weeks since he had gotten to taste Ron fully. A few hurried kisses here and there in the halls wasn’t enough and knowing that the object of his desire was willing and in the next bed had resulted in sleepless nights and erections that just wouldn’t fade. Only thoughts of Snape in women’s lingerie had served to cool his ardor but even that was beginning to lose its effectiveness.
Ron’s hands stroked lower and Harry swallowed a moan. He narrowed his eyes over Ron’s shoulder as the red head trailed his lips down Harry’s neck.
“Ron, hold on.” Harry gasped, wiggling away. Ron groaned into his neck.
“Harry, I’m going barmy over here. Please…I just need to taste you.” Ron mumbled into Harry’s neck and Harry had to grin even as pleasure coursed through his body with Ron’s desperate words. He closed his eyes and dropped the charms that hid his appearance from the rest of the world. A summer of hard training had left a mark of maturity that Dumbledore thought would be best to hide…particularly from a certain set of Dark Wizards.
“I just want to see you…as you.” Harry stroked a hand up Ron’s inner thigh as he spoke and Ron’s strangled gasp was music to his ears.
“Ah, right.” With a waver, the cherub faced Ron vanished. The change wasn’t that big but it hit Harry in the chest anyhow. With a low growl he pressed his body as close to Ron’s as he could. If it had been possible he would have crawled inside his skin. He let his hands wander Ron’s body, tugging aggressively at clothing. He wanted, he needed, to feel skin. Finally, Ron’s shirt parted and a crackle of pleasure rolled through Harry’s body at the contact. Ron moaned and bucked his hips wildly.
Heat rolled through Harry’s body in waves and he count not help himself from writhing underneath Ron’s hands. He was so lost in the sensation of Ron’s mouth, his hands, the smell of him…somehow they were naked and the shock of their naked erections rubbing against each other almost brought him over the edge. Ron pushed him onto his back and Harry moaned at the wild, wanton look in his friend’s eyes. His red hair stood on end and his pale skin was flushed red with excitement. Harry reached out to touch him but Ron caught his hands and pressed them into the bed. The redhead trailed his lips down Harry’s chest. He lips were warm and soft and Harry moaned uncontrollably. Ron dragged his teeth sharply, unexpectedly, across the soft skin of Harry’s belly and the sharpness of it made Harry squirm and pant.
“Ron…” His voice was breathy and Harry didn’t know what he was trying to say. Harry looked down into Ron’s eyes who grinned up at him before sucking the head of his cock into his hot mouth. Harry cried out, panting as Ron laved his tongue over the sensitive underside. He was not going to last long. Ron swirled his tongue briskly over Harry’s thickness, bobbing his head as he did so. The heat in his body pulsed and he came, arching his back with the pleasure. It was so intense that his ears roared with the sound of his own blood, sounding like an ocean around him.
“Ron…” He croaked, when he finally came back to himself. “That was…” The words trailed off. Ron huffed with a small laugh against his thigh and Harry shivered.
“Yeah.” Ron slid back up to kiss Harry, their sweaty bodies sliding past each other. Ron settled one thigh between Harry’s legs, draped a possessive arm over his chest, and nuzzled his face into his neck. Harry sighed in contentment. Then a niggling thought popped into his brain.
“Ron, do you…I mean,” he gestured vaguely towards Ron’s groin.
“Oh, yeah.” Ron said, somehow managing to sound like a lazy cat. “Made a right mess of your sheets.”
“Really?” Harry squeaked, his voice cracking. He felt a blush spreading across his cheeks. “But I…” He trailed off, feeling embarrassed about sounding so eager but also disappointed he did not get to return the favor.
“Some other time, mate. Some other time.” Ron said sleepily into the crook of his neck.
Harry smiled broadly at that and stroked a hand down Ron’s back.