By darthelwig
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I do not own these characters, though the story itself is mine.
Harry and Ron and a Firebolt. Sticky, kinky fun! Rated NC-17- includes minors (of course), slash, oral, anal, and the broom!
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Harry opened his chest and pulled out his Firebolt. Taking a quick glance around to make sure no one was around, he stroked the smoothly polished handle, marveling at the way it glistened in the light. This broom was his most cherished possession, and not just because his godfather Sirius had given it to him. He loved its sleek lines and the way it felt to be riding it.
He also loved the way it made him feel when he had the opportunity to be alone with it.
Carefully, he set the broom down on the bed and began removing his clothes. He quickly became excited at the thought of what he was going to do in just a few short moments. By the time he was fully undressed, he had a raging hard-on.
He took a moment before climbing into bed to simply look at the Firebolt, admiring it. He thought of his Nimbus 2000. He still missed that broom. They’d had some wonderful times together before it was destroyed by the Whomping Willow. He had been devastated when he found out about it. The Firebolt he’d been given had eased the pain of that loss considerably, but it would never be gone completely. One never forgot one’s first lover.
Harry lowered himself to the bed, resting next to the Firebolt. It’s smooth, cool wood felt heavenly against his heated skin. He reached over and held it in his palm, bringing the wood to his lips. His tongue snaked out and slid lightly over the handle. He loved the taste of it. Wrapping his lips around the end, he let his tongue play over it, loving the feel of having his mouth stretched wide around its hard length.
He rolled onto his back, bringing the broom with him, never ceasing his mouth’s urgent actions. The twigs of the tail brushed against his thigh, and he spread his legs wide, allowing it to lie securely between them. He could feel the cool finish of the handle against his straining cock, and he moaned in pleasure. He removed his mouth from the end and reached down, taking his cock into his rough hand. He stroked himself slowly, from tip to groin, bringing the handle against his cock as he did so.
His breathing was getting harsh, and he adjusted his grip for maximum sensation. Laying his cock along the handle’s length, he stroked them together. The combination of the wood and his own flesh drove him mad with need. His grip tightened and his hips bucked against his pumping fist. He was moaning constantly now, his breathing rapid and shallow. He could feel how close he was to orgasm, and he raced towards it. His hips bucked uncontrollably until with one final, mighty thrust he reached the pinnacle of his pleasure and felt hot streams of sticky cum shoot out of his cock. His stomach, thighs and broom were all coated with the heated liquid. His cock slid slickly against his broom.
When he finally opened his eyes, he sat up, licking the cum off his fingers and broom handle.
“Having fun, Harry?” Ron asked, startling his friend, who tried to cover himself. Harry was shocked to see Ron sitting on a chair, not two feet away. There was a look in his friend’s eyes that aroused Harry all over again. He could feel his cock getting stiff under the sheet. Apparently the sheet wasn’t covering him very well, because Ron’s eyes were drawn to his rising member.
“Don’t have to be ashamed, Harry,” Ron said, never taking his eyes off of his friend’s erection. His tongue slipped between his lips to moisten them, and Harry was suddenly having very naughty thoughts about what his best friend could do with it. His hand slipped under the covers and he wrapped his fingers around his cock, stroking it slowly. He watched Ron’s breathing quicken and his face flush with desire. With his other hand, he pulled the sheet off, baring his aroused flesh to his friend’s gaze. Ron’s tongue came out again, and Harry couldn’t take it any longer.
“Come here, Ron,” he said, his voice hoarse with lust. Ron obeyed, sitting on the edge of the bed. Harry sat up further, his hands now going to Ron’s pants. With a few quick motions, he had them open. He slid his fingers inside and freed Ron’s erect penis, nearly drooling in anticipation.
Harry lowered his head to his friend’s lap and let his tongue flick lightly over the head of his cock. Ron’s quick gasp was all the encouragement he needed. He lowered his mouth, taking his friend deep inside of his throat. His head bobbed up and down as he sucked, and Ron was lost in a haze of pleasure. He lay back on the bed and let his friend work an entirely different kind of magic on his body.
Harry was in heaven. He could taste Ron’s salty pre-cum in his mouth. His hand worked his friend’s shaft as he took him in and out, sucking harder and harder. It wasn’t long before he felt Ron grab his head and thrust his cock up into Harry’s throat as he spilled his load. Harry swallowed it all, every drop, cleaning Ron’s cock with his tongue.
Ron lay there for a few moments, catching his breath, before he sat up and kissed Harry deeply, tasting himself in his friend’s mouth. He pushed Harry back, sliding his tongue over his throat, chest and stomach- then lower. He took Harry into his mouth and sucked deeply, swirling his tongue around the shaft of Harry’s desire. He could feel himself getting hard again, his cock brushing against his thigh.
His head moved quickly up and down Harry’s hard length, his hands on Harry’s hips to steady him. Harry had never felt such pleasure before, and his hips were jerking up and down as his fists clenched the sheets. He came rapidly, his cum shooting down Ron’s throat.
He looked down, noticing Ron’s hard cock pointing skywards. Harry turned onto his stomach Ron seemed to read his mind. He felt his friend’s warm hands on his buttocks, kneading and spreading them. He closed his eyes as Ron positioned himself at Harry’s tight entrance. The anticipation was killing him. The he felt Ron’s stiff cock enter his tight hole, and he gasped. Ron paused, but Harry pushed his ass up, taking his friend deeper. Ron grabbed Harry’s hips and pushed all the way in, burying his cock all the way inside his friend. He pulled out and thrust again, this time more quickly, making Harry cry out.
Ron kept up the pace, speeding up more and more. Soon they were rocking the bed in their passion, and Ron gave himself up to the lust he was feeling. He thrust hard and fast, hips moving like pistons, until he reached his orgasm and shot his cum deep into Harry, coating his insides. His cock slid easily in Harry’s lubed ass now, giving Ron an idea.
Before Harry knew what was happening, Ron’s cock was replaced with something cool and hard, and suddenly Harry knew what it was. Ron pushed the end of the Firebolt into Harry’s hole, spreading him painfully, but Harry loved it. His cock throbbed with the force of his orgasm as he felt himself impaled on his broom. He could feel his cum drench the sheets and his body spasm. Ron removed the broom and leaned forward to kiss Harry on the cheek.
“Happy belated birthday, Harry.”
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