Herbology Lessons
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,165
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1
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Herbology Lessons
Title: Herbology Lessons
Author: Adamanthea (Kayla)
Summary: Ron and Harry find themselves succumbing to urges in an unusual place and at an unusual time.
Rating: NC-17 most definitely.
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Harry Potter, yet if her hero did all the things my Harry did, she’d give him to me I bet.
Author’s Note: I am a little uncomfortable sharing this, because this is the first time I’ve written oral sex. It’s kind of awkward, but be honest, okay?
“This is an herbology greenhouse,” Harry groaned quietly, unable to contain himself as Ron pulled his underwear down with a quick tug. “Look Ron, there are other places… let’s go back up to the dorm if you want…”
“Did I ask your opinion?” Ron said harshly, slapping Harry across his bottom roughly. Harry felt the burn of arousal, just as he always did when Ron began to act dominant.
“But… will we get caught?” Harry choked as the cool air hit his nakedness, and made his breath disappear.
“Don’t think so,” Ron kissed the side of Harry’s neck roughly, biting him, marking him. “Unless Sprout’s going to show up around midnight or something, I think we’re… ah…”
Harry tasted so good, Ron thought as he sighed into the soft skin. When they had come together, it had become something so good for the both of them. “No playtime tonight I don’t think,” Ron said softly. “Even if Sprout wont be around, Filch might, and I really think this would be a compromising situation. I think I should take care of this quickly.”
The moment he said the word ‘this,’ Ron’s finger traced the side of Harry’s arousal. His hand wrapped around the erect column of flesh, and pulled, making Harry lose his footing and fall straight into Ron’s arms.
“Aw, that’s cute Harry,” Ron murmured softly. “But I’ve got to get you onto something now don’t I?”
Harry nodded, as Ron moved a few potted plants out of the way, leaving a metal desk open for Harry. “Now get on up why don’t you?” Ron said softly, and that was all Harry needed. Hopping with his boxers around his ankles, Harry jumped onto the desk, gasping as the night-chilled metal touched his backside.
Ron dropped to his knees slowly, the image making Harry’s mind fill with vivid images. “Oh gods, please Ron…”
“All right then,” Ron said mournfully. “Perhaps I should hurry Harry. Not much time if Filch shows up.”
Taking Harry into his hand, Ron rolled his fingers about the erection, before he decided to press the tip of his tongue against its head. Harry sighed, letting his breath quicken and his heart begin to race. He gasped as sensation filled him, and looked down to find a mass of red hair curled right against him. Ron had went as far as he could go, so Harry had to resist the impulses to stab deeper into his friend’s open mouth.
“Gods,” he groaned softly, panting. As Ron’s eyes looked up, just glancing at him, Harry groaned. The slightest look by Ron could push him so close to the edge he felt like hurtling over it. Of course, at the same time, he just wanted to stay, fighting the urge to end it all.
“I…” Harry groaned, feeling the need to speak as Ron pulled his mouth along Harry forcefully. He had no room for words, as his stomach burned; he lurched forward, and came forcefully. Ron released him the moment the liquid had been dropped into his mouth, and now was panting. Harry too was unable to breath, lying against the desk.
“Harry I need to,” Ron said softly. “Really, really need to do this!”
“You… you deserve it,” Harry whispered. “Just go on already.” ‘Though I don’t know how much I can take,’ he thought laughing to himself.
Ron grinned, breathed, and conjured a vial of lubricant. Rolling the glob of liquid over his fingers, Ron nodded for Harry to sit up and get ready. Harry nodded, sitting on the low desk and spreading his legs. He lay back to give himself some leverage, and closed his eyes as Ron’s finger dove into him quickly. ‘Wow,’ Harry thought, unable to think more. ‘He can just do you in over and over again.’
Ron dove into him deeper, with more inside of him. Harry closed his eyes, and lay back, relaxed. “Please, Ron, don’t worry you won’t hurt me… just do it already.”
The spark in Harry’s boyfriend’s eyes was one of the things he loved about Ron. The moment Ron pressed into Harry, Harry saw that spark. Ron went into him hard, making Harry cry out in half-pleasure, half-pain. Ron sighed pushing hard, making Harry wriggle helplessly as he hit him where it counted.
Ron, already so aroused from having Harry in his mouth, was in no time for slow. He pushed fast, forcing Harry’s back into the desk roughly. In moments, he released inside of his lover, feeling the familiar tightening of Harry’s muscles.
The moment he released himself, he found that his lover too was coming, breathing heavily with the second orgasm of the night.
“Let’s get out of here,” Harry said softly, lifting his worn back to kiss Ron’s lips. “I’m so worn out, and Filch might just come. Let’s go to bed.”
Ron nodded, closing his eyes quickly, and pressing his lips to Harry’s. He wanted to hold onto his boyfriend, make him feel close and safe –but they had to go someplace safe. Cleaning the area of the mess they had made, confident that there was no evidence whatsoever, Ron picked Harry up into his arms.
“What…” cried out the weakened Harry as Ron picked up him, not even bothering to dress him. “What are you…”
Ron draped Harry’s discarded robes over his body, using his extreme flexibility to maneuver around the greenhouse. “I love you Harry,” Ron said grinning madly. “And we’re going up to the dorms.”
Author: Adamanthea (Kayla)
Summary: Ron and Harry find themselves succumbing to urges in an unusual place and at an unusual time.
Rating: NC-17 most definitely.
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Harry Potter, yet if her hero did all the things my Harry did, she’d give him to me I bet.
Author’s Note: I am a little uncomfortable sharing this, because this is the first time I’ve written oral sex. It’s kind of awkward, but be honest, okay?
“This is an herbology greenhouse,” Harry groaned quietly, unable to contain himself as Ron pulled his underwear down with a quick tug. “Look Ron, there are other places… let’s go back up to the dorm if you want…”
“Did I ask your opinion?” Ron said harshly, slapping Harry across his bottom roughly. Harry felt the burn of arousal, just as he always did when Ron began to act dominant.
“But… will we get caught?” Harry choked as the cool air hit his nakedness, and made his breath disappear.
“Don’t think so,” Ron kissed the side of Harry’s neck roughly, biting him, marking him. “Unless Sprout’s going to show up around midnight or something, I think we’re… ah…”
Harry tasted so good, Ron thought as he sighed into the soft skin. When they had come together, it had become something so good for the both of them. “No playtime tonight I don’t think,” Ron said softly. “Even if Sprout wont be around, Filch might, and I really think this would be a compromising situation. I think I should take care of this quickly.”
The moment he said the word ‘this,’ Ron’s finger traced the side of Harry’s arousal. His hand wrapped around the erect column of flesh, and pulled, making Harry lose his footing and fall straight into Ron’s arms.
“Aw, that’s cute Harry,” Ron murmured softly. “But I’ve got to get you onto something now don’t I?”
Harry nodded, as Ron moved a few potted plants out of the way, leaving a metal desk open for Harry. “Now get on up why don’t you?” Ron said softly, and that was all Harry needed. Hopping with his boxers around his ankles, Harry jumped onto the desk, gasping as the night-chilled metal touched his backside.
Ron dropped to his knees slowly, the image making Harry’s mind fill with vivid images. “Oh gods, please Ron…”
“All right then,” Ron said mournfully. “Perhaps I should hurry Harry. Not much time if Filch shows up.”
Taking Harry into his hand, Ron rolled his fingers about the erection, before he decided to press the tip of his tongue against its head. Harry sighed, letting his breath quicken and his heart begin to race. He gasped as sensation filled him, and looked down to find a mass of red hair curled right against him. Ron had went as far as he could go, so Harry had to resist the impulses to stab deeper into his friend’s open mouth.
“Gods,” he groaned softly, panting. As Ron’s eyes looked up, just glancing at him, Harry groaned. The slightest look by Ron could push him so close to the edge he felt like hurtling over it. Of course, at the same time, he just wanted to stay, fighting the urge to end it all.
“I…” Harry groaned, feeling the need to speak as Ron pulled his mouth along Harry forcefully. He had no room for words, as his stomach burned; he lurched forward, and came forcefully. Ron released him the moment the liquid had been dropped into his mouth, and now was panting. Harry too was unable to breath, lying against the desk.
“Harry I need to,” Ron said softly. “Really, really need to do this!”
“You… you deserve it,” Harry whispered. “Just go on already.” ‘Though I don’t know how much I can take,’ he thought laughing to himself.
Ron grinned, breathed, and conjured a vial of lubricant. Rolling the glob of liquid over his fingers, Ron nodded for Harry to sit up and get ready. Harry nodded, sitting on the low desk and spreading his legs. He lay back to give himself some leverage, and closed his eyes as Ron’s finger dove into him quickly. ‘Wow,’ Harry thought, unable to think more. ‘He can just do you in over and over again.’
Ron dove into him deeper, with more inside of him. Harry closed his eyes, and lay back, relaxed. “Please, Ron, don’t worry you won’t hurt me… just do it already.”
The spark in Harry’s boyfriend’s eyes was one of the things he loved about Ron. The moment Ron pressed into Harry, Harry saw that spark. Ron went into him hard, making Harry cry out in half-pleasure, half-pain. Ron sighed pushing hard, making Harry wriggle helplessly as he hit him where it counted.
Ron, already so aroused from having Harry in his mouth, was in no time for slow. He pushed fast, forcing Harry’s back into the desk roughly. In moments, he released inside of his lover, feeling the familiar tightening of Harry’s muscles.
The moment he released himself, he found that his lover too was coming, breathing heavily with the second orgasm of the night.
“Let’s get out of here,” Harry said softly, lifting his worn back to kiss Ron’s lips. “I’m so worn out, and Filch might just come. Let’s go to bed.”
Ron nodded, closing his eyes quickly, and pressing his lips to Harry’s. He wanted to hold onto his boyfriend, make him feel close and safe –but they had to go someplace safe. Cleaning the area of the mess they had made, confident that there was no evidence whatsoever, Ron picked Harry up into his arms.
“What…” cried out the weakened Harry as Ron picked up him, not even bothering to dress him. “What are you…”
Ron draped Harry’s discarded robes over his body, using his extreme flexibility to maneuver around the greenhouse. “I love you Harry,” Ron said grinning madly. “And we’re going up to the dorms.”