Before the Final Battle

Title: Before the Final Battle
Rated: NC17
Disclaimer: do not own
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Notes: I was trying to do something for my hug a Harry challenge, but for some reason, this came out. I think it’s because I don’t normally write this pairing, so I had to break my muse in. This is pure smut.

For: shocolate and magicofisis. Why? Um, do I really need a reason?
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“I can’t believe this is happening…” Harry murmured against Ron’s mouth as Ron slowly kissed him, nibbling at Harry’s lower lip. Ron was kneeling in the middle of the bed with Harry straddling his thighs.

“Hang onto me,” muttered Ron. Harry obeyed, gripping onto Ron’s freckled shoulders. Ron moved his hands from Harry’s back to his front; Harry moaned, closing his eyes as Ron’s hands roamed over his chest and stomach. Then he went lower and cupped one hand around Harry’s ball sac and the other wrapped lightly around the middle of Harry’s cock. He gently fondled Harry’s sack and squeezed his cock; Harry jerked his head back, panting.

“Don’t—don’t make me come yet. I-I want…”

“I know,” Ron breathed. “Me, too.”

He moved his body closer, sliding both hands under Harry’s bum. Ron lifted Harry up higher so that his cock could rub up against Harry’s arsehole, and once in a while on Harry’s sack. Ron ran his hands down, massaging Harry’s thighs and right below Harry’s arse. Fingers having been already slicked up, Ron gently pushed two into Harry—Harry squeezed himself around those long digits in surprise—feeling Harry tremble against his naked body, around his fingers; his breath coming out in shaky pants. Harry squirmed beautifully as Ron moved the tips of his fingers around to find that one special spot within him, and when he did, Harry gasped against Ron’s lips, and Ron lipped and licked at Harry’s as if to say: Yes, make that noise, Harry. I love it.

And Harry did. And again; almost seemingly climbing up Ron’s body as if he were trying to get away from Ron’s fingers and the intense feeling they gave him. Ron lowered his head to nip and suck at Harry’s throat, slowly sliding his fingers in and out at the same time. Harry’s thighs clasped more tightly around Ron’s waist, his cock leaking pre-come all over Ron’s belly. When Ron finally slipped his fingers out of Harry, Harry whimpered, leaning his forehead on Ron’s shoulder. Ron grasped Harry’s thighs again and moved him into position over his cock.

Clutching Ron’s shoulders and looking into his eyes, Harry rubbed against him until—oh, Merlin’s beard—Ron’s hot length and circumference was deep inside, slowly filling him completely. Harry’s erotic sounds were music to Ron’s ears, and the feel of Harry’s fingernails digging harder into his back made him grip onto his waist tighter.

Once fully seated inside, Ron exhaled slowly. “Yes… Oh, God, Harry…” He kneaded Harry’s arse for a bit, and then spread his cheeks so that he could slide himself in and out easier. Harry threw his head back, gasping and moaning and clenching his arse around Ron’s cock as he felt Ron thrust, and then gently raised Harry’s body off him until only the tip of his cock was in.

Harry held onto Ron’s shoulders best he could while Ron had a hold of Harry’s thighs, keeping him practically in the air before guiding him back down onto his prick. Harry made a sharp noise in his throat as he was impaled again; he wanted to move, but Ron held him steady. With his hands on top of Harry’s thighs, Ron just barely thrust in and out, pushing and pushing up into him as if he were trying to stretch Harry’s insides further.

Harry whined, pushing himself down hard as Ron thrust up. He could feel the head of Ron’s cock brushing against his prostate over and over, making his toes curl and his fingernails to rake up Ron’s shoulders. Ron didn’t seem to notice that Harry was clawing his back as he gripped Harry’s waist tightly before elongating his thrusts little by little. Because of the angle they were in, Ron was able to look up at Harry instead of down, like usual. The look on Harry’s face was priceless; head back a little, mouth open, eyelids half closed, breath coming out faster and more irregular… Ron couldn’t help reaching up to bite at Harry’s chin softly. Harry gasped in surprise and tried to move faster, but Ron held him back. Harry tilted his head down to look into his eyes—Ron turned his head to one side and their lips met. Whimpering into Ron’s mouth, Harry tried, again, to move faster, but Ron wouldn’t let him.

“I’m in control now, Harry,” Ron panted. “Don’t even try.”

That caused another whimper to erupt from Harry’s mouth. Harry had told Ron many times that he was sick of always being in control of things, of being the one that others look to for help and saving. Ron told him that tonight he wouldn’t have to be that hero everyone looked up to; he won’t have to be in control of anything. Harry was, at first, a little scared of giving up control to Ron, especially in such an intimate way, but now… now that he was here, wrapped up in such a position, riding Ron’s cock, he could forget about everything and just be—and just feel.

Harry let out another little gasp when Ron suddenly changed positions on him. Ron quickly bent forward, tipping Harry back, so that the edge of the bed was pressed against the middle of Harry’s shoulder blades and his head was dangling off the side. Ron leaned down and kissed his way up from Harry’s chest to his mouth. Ron threaded his fingers through Harry’s hair and pulled his head back a little hard to lick a straight line up Harry’s throat. Harry cried out, gripping Ron’s bicep, as Ron drove in and out of him faster, almost pushing Harry off the bed. When Harry was practically hanging upside down from the side of the bed, Ron grabbed Harry’s legs, raised them up, and then turned Harry around without taking his cock out. Harry made a half squeal, his voice breaking.

Ron pushed Harry’s body down more so that he was dangling on the bed by his knees, and Ron followed, thrusting madly into Harry. Harry moaned nonstop, clinging to the carpet, face pressed into it. Ron nipped and sucked at as much skin as he could while thrusting deeper and harder, until his thrusting pushed them completely off the bed and onto the floor. Ron didn’t stop, however, and slid Harry across the carpet (thus giving Harry some nice sized rug burns), as he continued to fuck Harry for all it was worth. Harry pushed back and met Ron’s frantic thrusting with just as much abandon, seemingly unaware (or not caring) where he was at the moment. Ron got more onto his knees and spread Harry’s arse wide with his thumbs to watch himself go in and out of Harry for the last few strokes before spilling half of his come into Harry and then pulling out to spray the last few strands all over Harry’s arse.

Harry whined, clearly knowing just what Ron was doing and wished he could see it for himself. Ron turned Harry over onto his back and proceeded to stroke Harry’s already aching erection and then watched Harry climax, arching off the floor, his come shooting straight into the air and landing all over Harry’s stomach and his own hand.

Ron stared at Harry’s heaving chest as he, himself, tried to catch his own breath. When Harry finally looked up at him, he brought his hand up to his mouth and licked bits of Harry’s come off. Harry gulped at the sight, licking his lips.

Without breaking his gaze, Ron brought his hand down to Harry’s mouth. Harry parted his lips slowly and then stuck the tip of his tongue out to take a small taste of his own come. Ron’s breath caught in this throat as he watched, cock jerking as if it were fighting to go back to life.

“Not nervous anymore?” Ron whispered.

Harry sucked on one of Ron’s fingers for a bit before answering. “No, I’m not. Thanks to you.”

Ron smiled brilliantly. “Give him hell, Harry. Show that bastard just who the greatest wizard really is.”

Harry couldn’t help smiling back, even though he wasn’t sure if he’d live or die tonight. At least if he did die, he’d die a happy man now.

END! :)