Wish Fulfillment

Title: Wish Fulfillment
Author: Participant #022 Marie Coddington
Gift For: Participant #002 Ursula Urquhart.
Rating: Filth
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Disclaimer: Don't sue me. I'm just playing with them, getting them dirty. I'll wash them off before I return them. Really.
Feedback: Oh please.
Summary: Ron's always wanted Harry, and when he gets him, he realises he's gotten much more than he ever expected.
A/N: Written for the fic exchange. The request was: biting, delayed gratification, verbal seduction, rough sex, shaving, dirty talk, rimming, desperate (can't possibly wait another moment) sex, food!smut, talking someone to orgasm, light bondage, frottage, wanking, licking, sucking and biting, marking (love bites)... I didn't get everything in there, but I think you'll enjoy what I did get in there. 2,550 words. Thanks, pet, for the lightning beta.


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There was very little Ron wouldn't do for Harry. If he were honest, he couldn't think of anything he wouldn't do, and he would be eternally grateful that Harry wasn't the sort of bloke that would take advantage of that. As he sat on the couch, beer in hand, Ron thought about the night five months ago when he and Harry had finally become lovers after months of skirting the issue, both of them afraid to risk their friendship by asking for more.

Ron had been lying on his bed, hot and sweaty from Quidditch practice, thinking of Harry, hand curled around his cock as he pulled slowly. He hadn't even been aware that Harry had come home, that he was watching Ron wank on his bed; eyes closed, legs spread.

~ Flashback ~

Harry pushed at Ron's cracked door, intending to ask his flat mate if he fancied going out for dinner and froze, eyes locked on the figure before him. He watched as Ron pushed his cock through his fist, breath harsh in the air, eyes squeezed tightly shut, teeth fastened on his lower lip. He jerked when he heard his name whimpered and came into the room – not thinking, simply reacting – mouth dry as he watched Ron push a finger into his arse and murmur 'Yes, Harry'.

"Is that what you want Ron? Me fucking you with my fingers?" Harry asked softly, eyes locked on Ron's face.

Ron froze, hand still wrapped around his cock, finger halfway in his arse, fear and desire in his eyes.

"It's alright Ron," Harry soothed. "Don't stop. I want to watch, want to see you come all over yourself, want to lick it off you."

Ron's gasped and his hand began moving once more, fingers tighter, strokes faster.

"Slow down a bit, Ron. Let me tell you what I'd do." Harry's cock pushed at his trousers, hard and aching at the idea that Ron wanted this, wanted him. "Merlin, Ron! Do you know how much I want you, how long I've wanted you?" He pulled off his shirt and dropped it on the ground, then eased his zipper down and moaned when his cock sprang free. Harry had never been so glad he'd gone without pants so much in his life as his own hand wrapped around his cock.

"I want to suck you, Ron. Take that gorgeous cock in my mouth and lick it, nibble on the ridge, slide my tongue over the slit, drink your come. I want to lick and bite your nipples, mark your skin with my lips and teeth, taste the skin of your balls, feel them tighten in my mouth."

Ron's eyes drifted down to Harry's cock and he gasped, finger working faster in his arse, harder as he let Harry's words wash over him.

"Want to push my cock in your mouth, feel you suck me, come down your throat, taste my come on your tongue. Want to fuck you with my fingers, with my tongue, spread you open and eat that sweet arse of yours before I push in with my cock and fuck you through the mattress."

They were both breathing hard at this point, hands flying against their cocks, eyes locked on each other.

"I'd do it, Ron. Put you on your hands and knees and ram my tongue in your arse, fuck you that way till you came, then push inside you, my hands spreading you wide so you could take my cock. God, you'd feel so good. Hot and tight and smooth as silk, sucking at me as I pulled out and pushed back in. So good Ron, I can nearly feel it."

Ron gasped as he felt his balls draw up. "Close, Harry. Fuck, so close."

Harry moaned and kept talking. "Want you on your back with your legs on my shoulders. Want to watch your cock slap against you, watch you come on my cock and cover yourself with come. Want to be pinned underneath you as you sit on me, holding me down, jerking off over me, watch you come on me. Want you to come on my face, make me lick your cock clean, push into my mouth and make me swallow, fuck my face until I can't breathe."

Ron cried out, the images too much, the description too graphic for him to hold out any longer. Spurt after spurt of come covered his stomach his hands, and he moaned when Harry stepped closer, yanking on his cock, coming on him, his semen mixing with Ron's.

~ End Flashback ~

They'd talked after that, Ron remembered. Harry had climbed into his bed and told him how he'd wanted Ron, but had been afraid to say anything, afraid to destroy their friendship. Ron had confessed to wanking to images of Harry for months, pretending Harry was inside him and they'd ended up missing dinner entirely. They'd made love for the first time then, Ron sinking into Harry's body with a groan of pure ecstasy at the feeling of home being inside Harry had brought him.

It had been interesting. Breaking the news to Ron's family had been full of questions and not a little resentment on Ginny's part. Hermione had taken it better, but then she was dating Malfoy so as far as Ron was concerned, she hadn't had any room to argue. Then working around their jobs, the commitments they'd already made, avoiding the media after it leaked that he and Ron were dating. Frankly, the last week had meant no real intimacy, and Ron had been glad when Harry had asked him to be home tonight. He didn't know what Harry had in mind, but he didn't care if it meant he got to spend time with his lover.

Uninterrupted time would be even better. Uninterrupted time that left them naked, sweaty and sticky would be perfect.

Ron looked up with a smile when the door to the flat opened, eyes raking heatedly over Harry's form. Merlin, he was beautiful. "'Lo Harry," Ron said quietly.

"'Lo Ron," Harry replied as he hung up his robes and headed for Ron. He reached down and pulled Ron to his feet, closing his lips over Ron's and sighing in contentment. "Merlin, I love doing that," he murmured when he pulled away.

Ron smiled and pulled him back in for another – hot, wet and messy – the best kind of kiss. "I love it when you do it," he confessed, and then he frowned. "Bloody hell we sound like a pair of girls."

Harry laughed and picked up Ron's beer, taking a healthy swig. "Feel up to some wish fulfillment?" he asked, eyes dancing.

Ron raised a brow and nodded.

"Good. Go get dressed. We're going out. Wear the leather trousers, no pants," Harry instructed as he let Ron go and went off to change.

Bemused Ron went and did as he was told, getting dressed as Harry required, wondering just what it was his lover had in mind. They'd talked a few weeks before about wish fulfillment, about living out their fantasies, but they had yet to actually do it. Now it seemed as though they were going to do just that.

An hour later saw him and Harry in a Muggle club, industrial music blaring. Harry wanted to pretend to pick Ron up, and Ron had no problem with that idea at all. He was seated at the bar, watching the floor, wondering where Harry had gone when he saw him. Men and women alike in the middle of the dance floor surrounded Harry who dancing as though he was alone in the club.

He vaguely recognised the music as a band Harry had named Nine Inch Nails and he gasped as he watched Harry move on the floor. He'd never seen anything like it. Harry's movements were pure sex; hips undulating, arms in the air, muscles working smoothly under skin clearly displayed through the thin mesh of his shirt. It took him a few moments before the words of the song filtered into his brain.

I swear
I just found everything I need
The sweat in your eyes the blood in your veins are listening to me
Well I want to wrap it up and swim in it until I drown
My moral standing is lying down
Nothing quite like the feel of something new

Harry looked up then and caught his gaze and Ron found himself setting down the drink he held in his hands, moving through the throng of people around Harry until he was standing flushed in front of him, mouth dry, eyes wide and pupils blown. Harry moved closer and wrapped his arms around Ron's neck, pressing himself flush against Ron, hips rolling.

"This is the only time I really feel alive," Harry whispered and it was only when the words were repeated that Ron realised Harry was singing the chorus.

Ron's arms went around Harry, one hand sliding possessively to cup his lovers arse as he ground against him throughout the rest of the song. He had no idea what song came on next as he found himself backed against the wall in a dark corner, Harry's mouth all over the skin of his neck, teeth sinking into the muscle of his shoulder. Ron cried out, the sound lost in the sound of blaring music, his hips thrusting hard against Harry.

"Merlin, Harry," Ron groaned as Harry writhed against him.

"I want fuck you, Ron," Harry whispered heatedly into Ron's ear. "Right here, right now," he continued, tongue licking at the skin he'd just bitten before sucking hard. "Can't wait," he added, his hands sliding between their bodies to undo the placket of Ron's trousers to close over his cock and balls. He dropped to his knees and sucked Ron in, moaning at the feel of his mouth stretching around Ron's cock, at the sheer wickedness of doing this in such a public place.

Ron felt out of control, Harry's mouth bringing him to the edge far sooner than he thought possible, needy sounds spilling from his lips as Harry sucked hard on the head of his cock. "Fuck, Harry," he moaned, unknowing and uncaring if Harry could hear him. He cried out in protest when Harry pulled off and gasped as the sounds of the club became muted, the prickle of magic flowing over his skin.

Harry's hand tugged at Ron's trousers, pulling them past his hips and down, tugging at one boot so he could pull Ron's leg free before lifting it by the knee and hooking it over his shoulder. His mouth went back to Ron's balls, sucking each in turn, glorying in the sounds he could hear coming from Ron with the privacy and muffling charms now in place.

Greedy for more, he licked over Ron's perineum; teeth nibbling gently before he ducked his head lower and swiped his tongue over the puckered skin surrounding the entrance to Ron's body. Harry moaned, the abortive thrust Ron gave spurring him on as he licked and sucked at the little hole before pushing his tongue inside.

Ron was lost in sensation. A tiny voice in the back of his head was busy pointing out that they shouldn't be doing this here, that it was too public, that Harry shouldn't be using magic but the rest of him was too busy enjoying being ravaged by Harry's mouth and tongue to pay much attention. His hands fisted in Harry's hair and he knew he was begging, pleading for more, wanting whatever Harry wanted to do to him, to give Harry everything.

He gasped as Harry stood and roughly turned him to face the wall, moaning when Harry bit into the back of his neck. He heard a whisper and gasped as slick fingers brushed against him.

"I'm going to fuck you, Ron. I'm going to slick my cock and push into you, fuck my way into your body, take this sweet arse of your right here against the wall. Would you like that Ron?" Harry breathed hotly into Ron's ear as he pushed two fingers into Ron's body, working them in and out quickly. "Open up for me, Ron," Harry demanded as he added another finger, twisting his hands to stretch Ron farther.

Ron's head fell back as he felt the Harry's fingers slide out of his arse, the slick head of Harry's cock replacing them, pushing in one long slide into his body. He couldn't think, couldn't speak; could only push back on the hard length invading him, muscles giving an involuntary twitch as Harry rested flush against him.

He felt Harry pushing his head forward before he heard Harry's order to lean forward. Hands splayed flat against the wall, face pressed into it, shoulders touching, arse pressing into Harry's cock, he moaned as Harry pulled back and pushed in hard.

"Love fucking you," Harry panted as he fucked Ron into the wall; movements harsh and fast, pressing deeper, faster, harder. "Love to feel you around me, clenching, sucking at my cock. So sweet, Ron. So fucking good."

Ron whimpered as Harry moved faster, harder, fingers plucking at his nipples, twisting, teeth biting wherever they could reach and he felt his balls tightening, keening at the knowledge he was going to come on Harry's cock alone.

"Come for me, Ron," Harry begged, voice harsh, breath short and raspy. "Come for me. Want to feel it, please."

Ron groaned as he came, unable to do anything else. Spurt after spurt of hot come left his body, hitting the wall, his chest and Merlin knew what else as he came with a power he couldn't remember ever experiencing.

Harry shouted his pleasure, his cock spasming inside Ron, eyes clamping shut as he came, teeth locking in place on Ron's shoulder. He slumped against Ron, shaking through the last bits of his orgasm before pulling slowly out and wandlessly cleaning up the mess.

"Fuck, Harry," Ron murmured, not having breath for anything else, mind still trying to wrap itself around the notion that Harry had just fucked him nearly raw against the wall of a club.

Harry chuckled breathlessly, stepping away from Ron and refastening his trousers. He hadn't even taken them off, just hauled them down enough to get inside Ron. "Thanks, love," he murmured. "That was perfect," he said as he turned Ron and kissed him gently and thoroughly.

Ron could only stare as Harry lifted his foot and pulled his trousers up, tucking him neatly back inside before dropping to pull his boot back on. "That was… Merlin, harry. I can't believe we just did that."

Harry grinned wickedly at Ron and kissed him once more, pulling away to whisper, "There's a cock ring at home. Someone said something about wanting to fuck me while I was wearing one."

Ron shuddered and groaned as Harry dropped the charms that had been shielding them from the rest of the club, grabbing Harry's arm and tugging him through the crowd. "Come on. My turn for wish fulfillment," he growled as they made their way out the door.

Harry grinned wickedly and Apparated them home. He suspected he'd have a difficult time walking in the morning, and was thoroughly looking forward to it.

~ Fin ~