Showering For The First Time
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Ron
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Adult ++
Chapters:
1
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17,277
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2
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Currently Reading:
2
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Showering For The First Time
Prompt: # 19. All those times in the changing rooms - what happened after everybody left and Harry and Ron stayed behind? Harry and Ron FUH Q FEST
AuthorsNotes :This was also written for my lj sister kath_ballantyne as a belated birthday gift ficy. She wanted Harry and Ron and Shower/Water so I had to do this. The “B’s” for example Habby aka Harry are not typos. I have had shower sex and water gets in your eyes mouth and nose.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction set in the Harry Potter universe – all recognizable characters and settings are the property of J. K. Rowling and her associates. No copyright infringement is intended. No profit is made from this work. Please observe your local laws with regards to the age-limit and content of this work
Beta My wonderful LJ Sisters brighty18 & x_merlin *SQUISHES MWAH*
Harry walked towards the Quidditch locker room, dragging his Firebolt behind him, as fast he could. His thoughts were jumbled. He was shattered, soaked, hungry, and horny. He needed sleep, a chance to get out of his uniform, a shower, food and he also needed to find Draco to see what he was up to, but Bloody Hell! Ron looked sexy out there today. The rain plastered his Quidditch uniform to his body showing every muscle: Harry’s cock twitched. Then his thoughts turned to Draco; he had to hurry if he was to follow him and find out what he was doing.
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Harry picked up his pace, telling himself it was because he had to follow Draco, but deep in his subconscious, Harry knew he just wanted to see Ron naked. Harry had lost count of the number of times he had watched the shower water drip down Ron’s back and between his arse cheeks. He had lost count of how many times he had wanted to drink and lick the water away, plunging his tongue in Ron’s hot spicy hole, feeling the ring of muscles contract around his tongue.
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Harry shook his head; trying to focus. His cock was throbbing, so Harry brought his around and carried it in front of him, hoping to hide his obvious discomfort and arousal.
Harry finally made it to the locker room. Some of the Slytherins were leaving, singing “Weasley is Our King” as they went, but Draco was still getting dressed. Harry hurried past him and into the showers. He still had time but as he hurried past Ron, he caught his friend’s attention. Hey mate you were bloody brilliant out there today!”
“That’s the very first thing you’ve said since you cursed these walls with your pathetic presence that I agree with you Potter. Weasel was so brilliant that we won.”
Harry made a move towards Malfoy but Ron stopped him with a shake of his head. “Leave it Harry, I could have done better out there, we all know that. I was well…”
Harry watched as Crabbe and Goyle left with Malfoy.
He started to follow but his aching body stopped him. His sore muscles needed the release of a hot shower but however, one muscle in particular needed a cold one.
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Harry quickly chose a spot in the corner. Dean and Seamus had just finished, and were toweling each other off. Taking off his glasses and laying them on the small ledge, he stepped under the warm spray. Harry sighed, folding his arms as he leaned them on the wall of the shower, resting his head on them and closed his eyes.
He must have dozed off because the next thing he knew, water had gone cold. “Fuck, I have to find Malfoy!, he thought, but as pushed away from the shower wall his arse came into contact with a hard cock. Turning around and fumbling on his glasses, he found himself drowning in two aqua pools.
Harry swallowed hard; He couldn’t remember a time not wanting Ron.
“Aren’t you wondering what that snake might be up to?” Ron asked, as he ran his hand down Harry’s chest.
Harry held his breath as blood rushed to his cock.
“M-Maybe you should go and…”
Harry grabbed Ron and turned around pushing him backwards the shower wall.
Ron opened his mouth to say something but his words were cut off by Harry’s tongue. The ginger haired wizard returned the kiss with such reverence that it caught Harry off guard. Harry broke the kiss, and panting asked, “R-Ron are you sure?”
“I’ve b-been sure ever since that summer before our f-fourth year when I heard you pleasuring yourself.”
Harry took off his glasses and adjusted the spray and temperature of the water. Steam began enshrouding the two wizards as Harry turned Ron around.
Harry watched as the water cascaded down Ron’s back and followed the trail with his tongue, sinking to his knees as he licked and sucked at the tender flesh in and around Ron’s tight hole.
The water tumbled over Harry stinging his eyes, but he kept up his sweet assault on Ron’s arse. Ron moaned and that was all the encouragement Harry needed as he pushed his tongue into the ginger haired wizard’s hot spiciness.
The hot water flowing over Ron’s arse added to the sensation of Harry’s tounge inside him and Ron panted under spray of the water. “Fuck H-Habby! Yes! Oh yes yes! Mmmmm.”
The taste of the hot water mixed with the tang of Ron arse made Harry’s cock throb.
“I neeb you insib me Habby,” Ron said with need.
Harry rose to his feet and shaking his head to get the water out of his eyes, he grabbed the soap, and accompanied with a lubricating spell, inserted a finger in to Ron’s tight hole. Ron gasped, sucking in air.
“Alright there, mate?” Harry asked, as he fought the urge to just plunge into Ron.
Ron nodded as he pushed his hips away from the shower wall, offering his arse to Harry who slowly opened him up more by inserting another finger.
“Bloody hell you’re tight, love. I can’t wait to feel your lovely muscles milking my cock,” Harry growled in Ron’s ear.
Ron rubbed his cock against the smooth wet tiles of the wall as he panted, “M-More.”
Harry’s turned Ron’s face to the side and claimed his lips while inserting one more finger.
Ron broke the kiss. “Oh shite! Fuck me Habby.”
With three fingers inside Ron, Harry started massaging the ginger hair wizard’s prostate. Ron moaned as Harry moved his fingers in and out.
“P-Please Habby now I n-need …Oh Fuck !... You inside me now,” Ron moaned with need.
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Harry withdrew his fingers and, after lathering up his cock, pushed slowly into Ron, feeling the ring of muscles pull his cock up and through Ron’s love tunnel. The muscles hugged his cock like a long lost lover.
Harry almost died at the sensation as Ron gasped his breath catching.
“Yes YES! Oh f-fuck yes! Harry!”
Not trusting his voice, Harry just sighed and fell into a rhythm, slowly moving in and out of Ron.
“I w-womp break,” Ron whispered, spitting water
Harry grabbed Ron’s hips and began fucking him, pumping his cock further and harder into the Gryffindor Keeper, pushing him into the shower wall. “Rub yourself against the wall,” Harry growled.
The steam and soap made their bodies slick and Harry had to dig his nails into Ron’s hips to get a grip.
“Fuck-Meb- H-Harber,” the ginger hair said through the stream of hot water. Water was now stinging both their eyes as Harry continued pounding into Ron, the ring of magick muscles caressing and milking the brunette’s cock. Through a haze of passion, Ron reached for the soap and lathered up his hand to begin fisting his own cock.
The water started to cool off. Harry was close and he could tell by Ron’s panting that he too was approaching release. Harry took one arm and wrapped it around Ron’s waist and the other arm circled lower as the Gryffindor Seeker’s fingers intertwined with the Keeper’s, and they fisted Ron’s cock together.
There was no one in the locker room but them, and their screams reverberated off the tiles, seeming to vibrate with a pulse of their own echoing back to them.
Ron slacked against the shower wall as Harry relaxed against Ron’s back. Neither wizard could speak as Harry turned Ron around kissing him and their tongues danced as they sank to the shower floor embracing.
AuthorsNotes :This was also written for my lj sister kath_ballantyne as a belated birthday gift ficy. She wanted Harry and Ron and Shower/Water so I had to do this. The “B’s” for example Habby aka Harry are not typos. I have had shower sex and water gets in your eyes mouth and nose.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction set in the Harry Potter universe – all recognizable characters and settings are the property of J. K. Rowling and her associates. No copyright infringement is intended. No profit is made from this work. Please observe your local laws with regards to the age-limit and content of this work
Beta My wonderful LJ Sisters brighty18 & x_merlin *SQUISHES MWAH*
Harry walked towards the Quidditch locker room, dragging his Firebolt behind him, as fast he could. His thoughts were jumbled. He was shattered, soaked, hungry, and horny. He needed sleep, a chance to get out of his uniform, a shower, food and he also needed to find Draco to see what he was up to, but Bloody Hell! Ron looked sexy out there today. The rain plastered his Quidditch uniform to his body showing every muscle: Harry’s cock twitched. Then his thoughts turned to Draco; he had to hurry if he was to follow him and find out what he was doing.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harry picked up his pace, telling himself it was because he had to follow Draco, but deep in his subconscious, Harry knew he just wanted to see Ron naked. Harry had lost count of the number of times he had watched the shower water drip down Ron’s back and between his arse cheeks. He had lost count of how many times he had wanted to drink and lick the water away, plunging his tongue in Ron’s hot spicy hole, feeling the ring of muscles contract around his tongue.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harry shook his head; trying to focus. His cock was throbbing, so Harry brought his around and carried it in front of him, hoping to hide his obvious discomfort and arousal.
Harry finally made it to the locker room. Some of the Slytherins were leaving, singing “Weasley is Our King” as they went, but Draco was still getting dressed. Harry hurried past him and into the showers. He still had time but as he hurried past Ron, he caught his friend’s attention. Hey mate you were bloody brilliant out there today!”
“That’s the very first thing you’ve said since you cursed these walls with your pathetic presence that I agree with you Potter. Weasel was so brilliant that we won.”
Harry made a move towards Malfoy but Ron stopped him with a shake of his head. “Leave it Harry, I could have done better out there, we all know that. I was well…”
Harry watched as Crabbe and Goyle left with Malfoy.
He started to follow but his aching body stopped him. His sore muscles needed the release of a hot shower but however, one muscle in particular needed a cold one.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harry quickly chose a spot in the corner. Dean and Seamus had just finished, and were toweling each other off. Taking off his glasses and laying them on the small ledge, he stepped under the warm spray. Harry sighed, folding his arms as he leaned them on the wall of the shower, resting his head on them and closed his eyes.
He must have dozed off because the next thing he knew, water had gone cold. “Fuck, I have to find Malfoy!, he thought, but as pushed away from the shower wall his arse came into contact with a hard cock. Turning around and fumbling on his glasses, he found himself drowning in two aqua pools.
Harry swallowed hard; He couldn’t remember a time not wanting Ron.
“Aren’t you wondering what that snake might be up to?” Ron asked, as he ran his hand down Harry’s chest.
Harry held his breath as blood rushed to his cock.
“M-Maybe you should go and…”
Harry grabbed Ron and turned around pushing him backwards the shower wall.
Ron opened his mouth to say something but his words were cut off by Harry’s tongue. The ginger haired wizard returned the kiss with such reverence that it caught Harry off guard. Harry broke the kiss, and panting asked, “R-Ron are you sure?”
“I’ve b-been sure ever since that summer before our f-fourth year when I heard you pleasuring yourself.”
Harry took off his glasses and adjusted the spray and temperature of the water. Steam began enshrouding the two wizards as Harry turned Ron around.
Harry watched as the water cascaded down Ron’s back and followed the trail with his tongue, sinking to his knees as he licked and sucked at the tender flesh in and around Ron’s tight hole.
The water tumbled over Harry stinging his eyes, but he kept up his sweet assault on Ron’s arse. Ron moaned and that was all the encouragement Harry needed as he pushed his tongue into the ginger haired wizard’s hot spiciness.
The hot water flowing over Ron’s arse added to the sensation of Harry’s tounge inside him and Ron panted under spray of the water. “Fuck H-Habby! Yes! Oh yes yes! Mmmmm.”
The taste of the hot water mixed with the tang of Ron arse made Harry’s cock throb.
“I neeb you insib me Habby,” Ron said with need.
Harry rose to his feet and shaking his head to get the water out of his eyes, he grabbed the soap, and accompanied with a lubricating spell, inserted a finger in to Ron’s tight hole. Ron gasped, sucking in air.
“Alright there, mate?” Harry asked, as he fought the urge to just plunge into Ron.
Ron nodded as he pushed his hips away from the shower wall, offering his arse to Harry who slowly opened him up more by inserting another finger.
“Bloody hell you’re tight, love. I can’t wait to feel your lovely muscles milking my cock,” Harry growled in Ron’s ear.
Ron rubbed his cock against the smooth wet tiles of the wall as he panted, “M-More.”
Harry’s turned Ron’s face to the side and claimed his lips while inserting one more finger.
Ron broke the kiss. “Oh shite! Fuck me Habby.”
With three fingers inside Ron, Harry started massaging the ginger hair wizard’s prostate. Ron moaned as Harry moved his fingers in and out.
“P-Please Habby now I n-need …Oh Fuck !... You inside me now,” Ron moaned with need.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harry withdrew his fingers and, after lathering up his cock, pushed slowly into Ron, feeling the ring of muscles pull his cock up and through Ron’s love tunnel. The muscles hugged his cock like a long lost lover.
Harry almost died at the sensation as Ron gasped his breath catching.
“Yes YES! Oh f-fuck yes! Harry!”
Not trusting his voice, Harry just sighed and fell into a rhythm, slowly moving in and out of Ron.
“I w-womp break,” Ron whispered, spitting water
Harry grabbed Ron’s hips and began fucking him, pumping his cock further and harder into the Gryffindor Keeper, pushing him into the shower wall. “Rub yourself against the wall,” Harry growled.
The steam and soap made their bodies slick and Harry had to dig his nails into Ron’s hips to get a grip.
“Fuck-Meb- H-Harber,” the ginger hair said through the stream of hot water. Water was now stinging both their eyes as Harry continued pounding into Ron, the ring of magick muscles caressing and milking the brunette’s cock. Through a haze of passion, Ron reached for the soap and lathered up his hand to begin fisting his own cock.
The water started to cool off. Harry was close and he could tell by Ron’s panting that he too was approaching release. Harry took one arm and wrapped it around Ron’s waist and the other arm circled lower as the Gryffindor Seeker’s fingers intertwined with the Keeper’s, and they fisted Ron’s cock together.
There was no one in the locker room but them, and their screams reverberated off the tiles, seeming to vibrate with a pulse of their own echoing back to them.
Ron slacked against the shower wall as Harry relaxed against Ron’s back. Neither wizard could speak as Harry turned Ron around kissing him and their tongues danced as they sank to the shower floor embracing.