The Trophy Room

Written for, and dedicated to my good friend Daniel x

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Harry walked the halls of Hogwart’s, hidden under his Invisibility Cloak. He had been taking these midnight strolls for some time now, never able to sleep while knowing he was in the bed next to him.

Harry knew it wasn’t right. They had been best friends since their first day at school, but Harry couldn’t help the feelings he was having.

Harry realised he had wandered towards the trophy room. He often came here, knowing he could watch the Quidditch team photos without judgement.

He especially liked watching a close-up picture of the two of them together. He had his arm around Harry’s shoulders, smiling like he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

Harry entered the trophy room, readying himself for yet another night of staring at his secret desire, when he noticed that there was already someone in there, occupying his usual space in front of the pictures.

“R-Ron? What are you doing here?” Harry whispered incredulously, pulling the Invisibility Cloak off his shoulders.

“Harry?! Oh god...I...um..,” Ron stammered, hurriedly pulling his hand out of the front of his pants.

Harry groaned as he realised what Ron had been doing.

“Don’t stop…” Harry said huskily.

Ron looked up in surprise, and was taken aback by the smouldering look in Harry’s eyes. He was uncertain, but the hardness in the front of Harry’s pants gave him a burst of confidence.

He reached down and slipped his hand back under the waistband of his pyjama pants. He gasped as his fingers brushed against his cock, still sensitive from his earlier ministrations. He wrapped his hand around the hard flesh, and began to slide it up and down slowly.

Ron had never done anything like this in front of someone else before. It made him feel dirty and wrong, and he loved every minute of it.

He leaned up against the wall, and let his eyelids flutter closed as he continued to stroke himself in front of Harry. His eyes shot open when he heard a strangled gasp coming from the other side of the room.

Harry had obviously decided to relieve some pressure, and had slipped his hand down his own pants, matching Ron’s movements stroke for stroke.

Ron let out a loud moan. Seeing his crush touch himself over him was such a turn on, and Ron didn’t know how much longer he could last.

“Oh god, Harry…” he cried.

Harry decided enough was enough. He pounced on Ron, pushing him up against the wall and pressing into him, hard. Both boys gasped as their erections were crushed together. Harry began to rolls his hips into Ron’s, creating delicious friction. With one particularly vicious thrust Ron let out a loud moan. Harry gave a smirk of victory and doubled his efforts.

Ron brought his hands up and placed them on Harry’s hips, encouraging them to continue their delicious torture.

Harry smiled at this gesture, and took it as Ron’s consent for him to continue his ministrations. He leaned in and began to suck and kiss at Ron’s neck, adding little bites here and there.

Ron’s knees weakened and he had to grasp onto Harry’s shirt to keep himself upright. Harry pulled back from Ron’s neck, and looked up to his face. Ron’s eyes were clouded over with lust, his eyelids fluttering, struggling to stay open. Harry smiled, and leaned in to brush his lips across Ron’s. His tongue darted out to swipe across Ron’s bottom lip, asking permission to continue. Ron instantly complied, opening his mouth and bringing his tongue out to dance with Harry’s. They both groaned and fell heavily into the kiss. Ron brought his hand up to tangle his fingers in Harry’s unruly locks, giving a harsh tug every now and then.

“H-Harry…I don’t know how much longer I can last,” Ron panted.

“Good,” Harry replied, beginning to pull away from his best friend.

Ron released his grip on Harry’s hair, and watched in awe as the man of his dreams lowered himself onto his knees. Harry looked up at Ron through hooded eyelids as he reached up for his friends cock.

“Oh god...Harry, are you really going to - ”

Harry reached his tongue out to tease the head of Ron’s cock, delighted when he heard a long moan come from the man above him. He moved forward further, engulfing as much of his manhood as he could.

Ron fell back against the wall, lost in the bliss of Harry’s hot wet mouth, wishing this experience would never end.

Harry pulled back and looked up at his best friend. Ron could see there was something he wanted to say, but he seemed embarrassed.

“What is it?” Ron asked, running his fingers through Harry’s hair.

Harry bit his lip and looked Ron determinedly in the eyes.

“Fuck my mouth, Ron….I want you to use me,” he whispered huskily.

Ron’s cock twitched, and seemed to impossibly become harder. He let his hands slide through Harry’s hair, tightening his grip and creating a forceful hold of Harry’s head. He felt Harry’s jaw go slack, and began to slowly move his hips back and forth, enjoying the feel of Harry’s tongue lavishing the underside of his cock.

Harry moaned at the rough treatment he was receiving, sending vibrations up Ron’s cock and nearly pushing him over the edge. Ron increased his movement, snapping his hips viciously into Harry’s face until he reached the dizzying high of completion.

Harry lapped at Ron’s cock eagerly, swallowing every drop that was offered until Ron was spent. Ron let his head fall back against the wall, panting harshly.

“That...that was incredible Harry. Has anyone ever told you that you suck cock like a pro?”

Harry blushed and rose to his feet. He was still painfully hard from the whole ordeal.

“Looks like you could use some help with that,” Ron said, pulling Harry towards him.

“Sure could,” Harry replied, leaning in to kiss his friend.