Snippets of Desire

Harry woke in a hospital bed. Ron was sitting in the chair next to him, head drooping.

“…” Harry tried to say Ron’s name but it just came out a croak. Ron woke with a jerk anyhow. Ron grinned at him and Harry had to smile back though the childish face of the charm irritated Harry. Without thinking he forced it to drop. With a sound like a firecracker, it fell away and Harry let out an audible sigh of relief. Ron blinked at him.

“Well, hello to you too.” Ron smirked. He reached out and grabbed Harry’s hand. A wave of contentment rolled through Harry and his own charm dropped in response. Ron let out a happy sigh.

Harry grinned, knowing his expression must be unbelievable dopey. He tugged and Ron crawled onto the bed. He tugged again at Ron’s shirt which mercifully fell away. He let his hands stroke across soft skin, brought his face close to drink in the scent of his love. Ron made a sound of complaint and pulled at the covers. Harry kicked them about and brought his body to fit snugly against Ron’s.

Finally, their lips met and Harry mewled at the sensory overload. He couldn’t taste enough. He couldn’t touch enough. He wanted all of Ron, all at once.

A flash of mask, a flash of knife.

Harry jerked in fear and Ron froze. Then he snuggled deeper into Harry’s neck, stroking his hair gently.

“It’s ok.” He whispered.

“We’re going to kill them all.” Harry’s voice was hard, his nails digging into his palms as he said it. Ron reached down, working his fingers between Harry’s.

“I know.” Ron looked him in the face as he said it, almost snarling. Harry growled back and moved to bite Ron on the neck. Somehow everything became soft and sweet, rough and hard at the same time. Ron bit, Ron scratched. Ron let his hands wander lightly over his skin until Harry cried with need. Clothing fell away. Clothing was shredded.

Harry stroked Ron’s cock with a firm hand, letting the pads of his fingers trail across the underside. The tip leaked in excitement and his own cock pulsed in sympathy. Ron’s body jerked and dug his nails into Harry’s ass.

“Ron…I want…” Harry could hear the strangled need in his own voice.

“Me too. Me too.” Ron’s voice sounded as needy. Harry breathed in the scent of skin, the musk of sex. Ron rolled onto his back and Harry followed. He knifed one leg up and gripped Harry’s cock in his big, callused hand. Harry jerked as a wave of pleasure rolled through him.

“Please, please, please…” Dimly Harry realized that was his voice crying out again and again.

A whispered word and suddenly Ron’s hand was moving over Harry’s lubricated cock. Harry couldn’t stop his hips from wiggling in need. After an endless time, at least a couple seconds, Ron led Harry to his entrance. He was sinking, consumed by heat. Lines of fire shot through him. He might be howling. He wasn’t sure. A roaring filled his ears as white burst around the edges of his vision.

“Harry. Look at me.” Ron’s voice hit him in the chest. The roaring flowed into the background, an orchestra of desire. He met Ron’s eyes and was consumed again. “You’re mine. Mine.” Ron whispered it but the intensity almost broke Harry. He nodded dumbly. The need to speak rose up, an ocean of need.

“As you are mine.”

“Yes. Yes.” They hissed it together. Then the need rolled back over him but this time…Ron was there. Everywhere. Harry pumped his hips, pulling his cock out to the tip before plunging back inside Ron…who moved his own hips in time with Harry. Ron’s pale skin was flushed red with lust and Harry couldn’t help but trace his mouth across his chest.

The tightness in his groin increased until it could do nothing but burst. He felt Ron’s orgasm splash across their bellies. He pump languidly a few more times, enjoying the silken feel of Ron around him. Finally he slowed, slumping in exhaustion on top of Ron….he could still feel Ron inside him. Around him. Everywhere. He smiled. The world was right at last.

“Madam Pomfrey is coming.” Ron’s voiced echoed in his head. Harry raised his eyebrows. He could feel her coming to. With a wave of his hand, he locked the door and put up a glowing ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign. Ron laughed in delight.

“Do you have any idea what is going on.” Ron’s voice in his head again. This time, deliberately nonchalant.

“Nope.” Harry answered back, also silently.

“We should tell Hermione.” Ron was starting to sound worried.

“Yep.”

“And…”

“Shut up and sleep, my love.”

Harry could feel Ron’s grin, under his skin and in his head. He sighed and let himself drop off.