Lay Down Your Head
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Ron
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
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1,909
Reviews:
2
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Lay Down Your Head
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"Lay down your head and sleep, sleep.
I’ll be your pillow, soft and deep.
Leave me your troubles, I will keep
Your days gone by, your days gone by."
Moonlight poured in through the uncurtained windows. Harry lay awake in the semi-darkness, the only sound the rhythmic breathing of his sleeping lover. Ron’s head lay on his chest; despite the dim light, Harry could still make out Ron’s features, and his own left hand stroking Ron’s thick hair. Ron became a different person in sleep; normally hot-tempered or morose (depending on the time of day, Harry thought with a grin), he became untroubled and serene when he lay in Harry’s arms.
"Lay down your head and dream, dream.
You’re so much gentler than you seem.
Is there a chance you might redeem
My days gone by, my days gone by?"
Ron’s lips were curled in a delighted smile; occasionally he murmured things Harry couldn’t quite catch, but which sounded suspiciously like pillow talk. *He’s dreaming about something really brilliant*, Harry thought. *Wish I could join in.*
He brought his other hand up and placed it over Ron’s; Harry was still incredulous at the sheer strength in Ron’s hands. Playing Keeper at Quidditch had given Ron a blocky, muscular build that easily dwarfed Harry’s slight, slender frame. And yet it was Ron who often needed Harry’s comfort, Ron who was still sometimes a frightened little boy needing Harry’s reassurance, and Ron whose gentle touch set Harry’s heart racing and emotions reeling.
"And oh, his breath is so warm.
Mine is short, and my ears are ringing.
Everywhere my skin is singing."
Ron stirred; a change in his breathing told Harry that he was awake. He looked up at Harry, eyes blinking sleepily. “Hey,” he said.
“Hey, yourself,” Harry grinned.
“What’re you doin’ awake?”
“Watching you, of course. What could be better?”
Ron smiled, a dreamy sort of smile. His gaze became unfocused, as if he were remembering something. “You wouldn’t say that if you’d had the dream I just had.”
“Really,” Harry said, deadpan. “What ever could you have been dreaming about?”
“Well…………” Ron hesitated—and then shifted up and kissed Harry full on the lips.
Harry, of course, had been expecting something along those lines, and his mouth was open and ready. His tongue laced itself with Ron’s in a spiral of delight, even as he felt his heart beat faster and his groin tighten in wondrous expectation.
Ron rolled over onto his back; Harry followed him, his lips brushing across Ron’s jaw and his teeth nibbling Ron’s earlobe in between joyful kisses. They’d already made love once tonight, and hadn’t bothered dressing again afterwards; both men were naked, and were already rock hard.
Harry’s hand was already reaching down for Ron’s throbbing erection. He grasped the shaft in a firm hand and began gently, slowly jerking it, all the while enjoying the noises of pleasure coming from Ron’s throat. He could feel Ron’s hand on his own dick, and when Ron broke off the kiss, Harry lay back, waiting expectantly.
He wasn’t disappointed. Ron’s lips brushed against Harry’s erection, sending him spasming in pure ecstasy. Ron’s tongue was working his slit, forcing the tiny opening as wide as it could go—until, without any further preamble, he simply took Harry’s entire dick into his mouth, deep throating it in one fluid moment.
“Oh……RON!!!!” Harry gasped.
If Ron heard him, he made no sign of doing so. His head bobbed up and down furiously, lips, tongue, and throat working Harry’s dick as a long-practiced team. His thumbs stroked under Harry’s balls, which had Harry almost as wildly ecstatic as the blistering blowjob Ron was giving him.
And then Ron’s head was just above his, and Harry curled up to meet him, mouth to mouth, tongues moving in a dance of delight, arms crushing them together. Harry’s legs wrapped around Ron’s body—and then Ron was gone again, and Harry felt the familiar, wonderful wetness and firm pressure around his dick, Ron’s head bobbing faster and faster, his hand pulling on Harry’s balls.
Blood rushed through Harry’s ears, deafening him. Every inch of his being was alive with sensation. He wanted Ron, and needed him, so very badly.
He rolled over, sending Ron onto his back, and muttered the one spell both of them knew by heart. A thin film of something wet coated Harry’s dick, even as a pool of it collected in Ron’s waiting asshole.
Harry loved this moment more than any other when he and Ron made love; the widening of Ron’s eyes in wonder and the “o” his mouth made as he took that long, deep breath as Harry entered him. Harry waited until he could sense that Ron’s hold had gotten used to the new addition, then began to thrust himself forward, slowly and gently at first, but soon building up to a quicker and more intense rhythm. He could feel Ron moving under him, even as Ron stroked his hair and leaned up to kiss him again.
Harry bucked and thrashed wildly, pounding into Ron again and again, his cries of pure pleasure echoing with Ron’s throughout the room. The bed squeaked a rhythm of its own as Harry plowed his lover.
It was coming. Harry knew it. Harry withdrew from Ron and began to jerk his dick, and was soon rewarded by an eruption of thick, milky-white cream that splattered all over Ron’s chest and stomach, and which was soon joined by an identical spew from Ron.
Exhausted, the two young men collapsed into each other, their breath coming in harsh, gasping pants. Presently, they’d stumble to the shower to clean up, but for now, they just held each other, feeling their love and passion in each other’s pores, their spirits entwining as thoroughly as their bodies had.
"Lay down your head and sleep, sleep.
I will be pleased your soul to keep.
Give yourself over to the deep
Of days gone by, of days gone by."
Moonlight poured in through the uncurtained windows. Harry lay awake in the semi-darkness, the only sound the rhythmic breathing of his sleeping lover. Ron’s head lay on his chest; despite the dim light, Harry could still make out Ron’s features, and his own left hand stroking Ron’s thick hair. Ron became a different person in sleep; normally hot-tempered or morose (depending on the time of day, Harry thought with a grin), he became untroubled and serene when he lay in Harry’s arms.
And, Harry promised silently, those arms would always be there for him.
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http://hp.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600010506
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http://hp.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600010375
When Bodyguards Collide, or, The Slytherin Heavyweight Championship
http://hp.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600010433
"Lay down your head and sleep, sleep.
I’ll be your pillow, soft and deep.
Leave me your troubles, I will keep
Your days gone by, your days gone by."
Moonlight poured in through the uncurtained windows. Harry lay awake in the semi-darkness, the only sound the rhythmic breathing of his sleeping lover. Ron’s head lay on his chest; despite the dim light, Harry could still make out Ron’s features, and his own left hand stroking Ron’s thick hair. Ron became a different person in sleep; normally hot-tempered or morose (depending on the time of day, Harry thought with a grin), he became untroubled and serene when he lay in Harry’s arms.
"Lay down your head and dream, dream.
You’re so much gentler than you seem.
Is there a chance you might redeem
My days gone by, my days gone by?"
Ron’s lips were curled in a delighted smile; occasionally he murmured things Harry couldn’t quite catch, but which sounded suspiciously like pillow talk. *He’s dreaming about something really brilliant*, Harry thought. *Wish I could join in.*
He brought his other hand up and placed it over Ron’s; Harry was still incredulous at the sheer strength in Ron’s hands. Playing Keeper at Quidditch had given Ron a blocky, muscular build that easily dwarfed Harry’s slight, slender frame. And yet it was Ron who often needed Harry’s comfort, Ron who was still sometimes a frightened little boy needing Harry’s reassurance, and Ron whose gentle touch set Harry’s heart racing and emotions reeling.
"And oh, his breath is so warm.
Mine is short, and my ears are ringing.
Everywhere my skin is singing."
Ron stirred; a change in his breathing told Harry that he was awake. He looked up at Harry, eyes blinking sleepily. “Hey,” he said.
“Hey, yourself,” Harry grinned.
“What’re you doin’ awake?”
“Watching you, of course. What could be better?”
Ron smiled, a dreamy sort of smile. His gaze became unfocused, as if he were remembering something. “You wouldn’t say that if you’d had the dream I just had.”
“Really,” Harry said, deadpan. “What ever could you have been dreaming about?”
“Well…………” Ron hesitated—and then shifted up and kissed Harry full on the lips.
Harry, of course, had been expecting something along those lines, and his mouth was open and ready. His tongue laced itself with Ron’s in a spiral of delight, even as he felt his heart beat faster and his groin tighten in wondrous expectation.
Ron rolled over onto his back; Harry followed him, his lips brushing across Ron’s jaw and his teeth nibbling Ron’s earlobe in between joyful kisses. They’d already made love once tonight, and hadn’t bothered dressing again afterwards; both men were naked, and were already rock hard.
Harry’s hand was already reaching down for Ron’s throbbing erection. He grasped the shaft in a firm hand and began gently, slowly jerking it, all the while enjoying the noises of pleasure coming from Ron’s throat. He could feel Ron’s hand on his own dick, and when Ron broke off the kiss, Harry lay back, waiting expectantly.
He wasn’t disappointed. Ron’s lips brushed against Harry’s erection, sending him spasming in pure ecstasy. Ron’s tongue was working his slit, forcing the tiny opening as wide as it could go—until, without any further preamble, he simply took Harry’s entire dick into his mouth, deep throating it in one fluid moment.
“Oh……RON!!!!” Harry gasped.
If Ron heard him, he made no sign of doing so. His head bobbed up and down furiously, lips, tongue, and throat working Harry’s dick as a long-practiced team. His thumbs stroked under Harry’s balls, which had Harry almost as wildly ecstatic as the blistering blowjob Ron was giving him.
And then Ron’s head was just above his, and Harry curled up to meet him, mouth to mouth, tongues moving in a dance of delight, arms crushing them together. Harry’s legs wrapped around Ron’s body—and then Ron was gone again, and Harry felt the familiar, wonderful wetness and firm pressure around his dick, Ron’s head bobbing faster and faster, his hand pulling on Harry’s balls.
Blood rushed through Harry’s ears, deafening him. Every inch of his being was alive with sensation. He wanted Ron, and needed him, so very badly.
He rolled over, sending Ron onto his back, and muttered the one spell both of them knew by heart. A thin film of something wet coated Harry’s dick, even as a pool of it collected in Ron’s waiting asshole.
Harry loved this moment more than any other when he and Ron made love; the widening of Ron’s eyes in wonder and the “o” his mouth made as he took that long, deep breath as Harry entered him. Harry waited until he could sense that Ron’s hold had gotten used to the new addition, then began to thrust himself forward, slowly and gently at first, but soon building up to a quicker and more intense rhythm. He could feel Ron moving under him, even as Ron stroked his hair and leaned up to kiss him again.
Harry bucked and thrashed wildly, pounding into Ron again and again, his cries of pure pleasure echoing with Ron’s throughout the room. The bed squeaked a rhythm of its own as Harry plowed his lover.
It was coming. Harry knew it. Harry withdrew from Ron and began to jerk his dick, and was soon rewarded by an eruption of thick, milky-white cream that splattered all over Ron’s chest and stomach, and which was soon joined by an identical spew from Ron.
Exhausted, the two young men collapsed into each other, their breath coming in harsh, gasping pants. Presently, they’d stumble to the shower to clean up, but for now, they just held each other, feeling their love and passion in each other’s pores, their spirits entwining as thoroughly as their bodies had.
"Lay down your head and sleep, sleep.
I will be pleased your soul to keep.
Give yourself over to the deep
Of days gone by, of days gone by."
Moonlight poured in through the uncurtained windows. Harry lay awake in the semi-darkness, the only sound the rhythmic breathing of his sleeping lover. Ron’s head lay on his chest; despite the dim light, Harry could still make out Ron’s features, and his own left hand stroking Ron’s thick hair. Ron became a different person in sleep; normally hot-tempered or morose (depending on the time of day, Harry thought with a grin), he became untroubled and serene when he lay in Harry’s arms.
And, Harry promised silently, those arms would always be there for him.