Title: What Are You Looking At?
Author: Oncidium (hellsmouth@sympatico.ca)
Archive: whoever wants it, just let me know so I can visit.
Pairing: Harry/ Ron
Category: PWP
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: shameless smutty, hot, and sweaty PWP
Summary: Harry watches the snow fall, Ron watches Harry, stuff happens
Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me; they belong to the wonderfully talented JK Rowling. I just like to play with them and will try and return them in somewhat the condition in which they were found.
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Ron Weasley had only been pretending to read for at least the last half hour. He held the book loosely in one hand but his eyes were fixed firmly on the figure that lay belly down on the floor in front of him. Harry had his chin propped up on the palms of his hands and seemed mesmerised by the snow falling gently past the window in front of him. He had his knees bent and his raised feet crossed at the ankle.

Ron let his eyes run up and down the lithe form in front of him and he felt the answering heat start to rise in his body. He thought again about how he must be the luckiest man on Earth, that he could call this startlingly beautiful man his lover. In their seventh year at Hogwart’s, just after Harry had defeated Voldemort, he had become the one every witch was either vying for herself or at least trying to curry his favour toward their daughters. Even Ron’s own mum had made a few shameless plugs at the advantages of Ginny as a possible mate.

They had all wanted him, all those witches and other wizards. They all wanted Harry Potter for their own. He had come so close to losing him in the final battle with Voldemort, that Ron’s schoolboy jealousy of Harry had turned into a possessive streak a mile wide. When he thought of all the possibilities that could have existed and all the ways he could have lost this bright jewel in his life, he would feel the need to find some way of showing everyone what they wanted was his and his alone.

Harry shocked the entire wizarding community when he granted a tell-all interview to the Daily Prophet in which he promised he would reveal the name of the person he truly loved. When the eager crew arrived, he casually kissed Ron right in front of them and said, "You know, I have been wanting to do that since Fourth Year!"

That was now three years ago and Ron could still not get over his good fortune. He was sure he loved Harry more with each passing day, but the feelings he was getting from the visual feast in front of him had less to do with love and more to do with something far more primal.

 

He let his eyes traced along the gracefully bowed back down to where a slight swell demarked his lover’s shapely buttocks. Ron wanted to go over and bite into the cheeks as if they were a succulent and fresh fruit. To hear Harry gasp and moan as his tongue traced the path his eyes had just followed, ending its journey in the pink pucker hidden between those firm cheeks. He would delve in and taste Harry and feel him squirm and hear him moan in the sheer delight of the sensation.

Ron was so lost in his reverie that he didn’t notice the form twist slightly in front of him, but he did hear the voice that said, "Here, Ron, what are you looking at?"

Not exactly the invitation to seduction he could hope for, but it seemed to do.

"You," Ron whispered

"What about me?" Harry looked at him and Ron was captivated once again by those wide, glittering green eyes and ever oh-so-innocent look.

"Everything about you. The way you look, move, gesture… The way your hair never seems to want to behave. I just love looking at you, especially when you don’t know I am and you look so much like an angel. The things it makes me want to do…" Ron’s voice lowered and started to go husky and he leaned forward in his chair and fixed Harry in a predatory stare.

Harry shifted slightly and lay so he was on his back and supported his upper body on his elbows. He dared not break eye contact with Ron. His breathing got heavier under the weighted gaze and he could feel his organ start to respond to the tone in Ron’s voice.

"I want to see you out before me, stripped and willing. I want to take you, break you and have you scream out for more. I want to debauch you and lay bare all the notions the world has about "The Boy Who Lived". I want to feel and not just know I am the most important thing in the world to you…" Ron leaned forward out of the chair and started to stalk toward Harry on all fours. The larger boy crawled over Harry’s frame, making sure their bodies did not touch. He inhaled deeply against Harry’s hair and neck. He then brought his nose very close to the other boys face and inhaled again against the smaller boys shallow breaths, as if he were some sort of predatory animal scenting out his mate.

"Take off your clothes…" Ron whispered against Harry’s ear, his breath shifting and tickling the short hairs around it.

Harry nodded slightly and moved to comply. Ron backed away a bit and sat back on his haunches to watch him. He fumbled slightly with the buttons that held his shirt closed, but when they were all undone he slowly drew the fabric back from his slim shoulders and exposed the wonderfully creamy skin underneath. Ron licked his suddenly parched lips as his eyes followed the movements of Harry’s long-fingered, delicate hands. They undid and pulled away the belt around Harry’s waist and slowly undid the button and fly to his trousers.

In a swift movement Harry tugged his trousers and shorts down and off, revealing the rampant sex, which curved up toward his flat stomach. His gaze had shifted down to monitor to progress of his own hands earlier and now shifted back up to lock with Ron’s. Ron let out the breath he didn’t know he’d been holding, as he looked his gloriously naked and aroused lover up and down.

Harry’s slender chest rose and fell rapidly with his quick, shallow breaths and his rose tinted nipples pebbled and peaked as the cool air of the room hit them. His lips were slightly parted and starting to swell. Behind the round spectacles, the pupils of his eyes had dilated so they resembled black pools with only a rim of green. His legs had fallen open slightly in unconscious invitation and the moist, purpling head of his penis was revealed as his foreskin slowly peeled back. "So much like an angel, wrapped in a cloak of wanton sensuality," Ron thought as he crawled, fully clothed, back over to the slight frame.

Ron suspended himself above Harry again, still taking care that their bodies did not touch. Harry gasped out loud when in a sudden down and back movement; Ron had buried his nose next to Harry’s balls and inhaled deeply against them. This act was repeated several times as Ron made his way slowly upward, taking in all of the scent which was Harry Potter. Soon they were looking face to face again and he barely had time to register the red head’s own aroused features before Ron had captured his mouth in a demanding and punishing kiss.

None of the usual gentleness was there; this kiss was searing and penetrating. Harry fell back and pulled Ron on top of him as the larger boys tongue started to trust in and out of his mouth in a parody of what he hoped they would soon be doing. He felt Ron’s hands wrestle with his own shirt and he broke the kiss as the large boy leaned back a bit to pull away the offending garment. He then leaned back down into Harry, making sure his chest came into contact with Harry’s sensitive nipples. Harry gasped and arched back as skin met heated skin and Ron lowered his head and started to nibble and suck on the side of his neck. His hips started to undulate of their own accord, thrusting his aching cock up against the slightly abrading material of Ron’s trousers.

Ron brought his left hand up and started to toy with Harry’s nipple, twisting and pulling slightly on the sensitive nub. Ron started to kiss his way down Harry’s chest, and smiled slightly as his lover’s head thrashed slightly against the floor and a low moan escaped, as he started to suckle and nibble on the right.

Ron did not tarry there, but continued his journey downward, stopping only to dip his tongue into the indent of Harry’s naval, before he ended his journey at his lover’s erection. He kept toying with the slightly abused nipple under his left hand and used his right to steady Harry’s cock. With no preamble, he swallowed the straining manhood right to the root. Harry let out an inspiring scream and he felt his cock hit the back of his lover’s throat. His hips started to pump up and down of their own accord as the larger boy started to bob his head and suck on the heated member. His hands found purchase in the soft, red hair as he guided Ron into a steady rhythm. Ron moaned at the sensation of his lover’s organ gliding in and out of his mouth as he tried to swallow around the swollen shaft as it repeatedly penetrated his throat. He used his tongue and a slight grazing of teeth on the sensitive underside and too soon Harry felt his balls tighten against the underside of his shaft and he came hard into Ron’s throat.

Ron laved and teased the softening member as it slid from his mouth and he heard Harry panting, "Oh please, Ron, now… Now, please, Ron…"

Ron flipped the raven-haired boy onto his stomach and finally reached down to free his own aching cock from its cloth prison. He did not remove his trousers all the way, but just enough that his swollen length was just outside of them. He positioned himself behind Harry and let his cock nestle into the firm round cleft of the ass below him. He started to press his hips forward and back against the smooth skin, thinking what it must be like to have the cool zip chaffing against the sensitive area.

Ron pressed himself against Harry’s back and bit into his shoulder. Harry threw his head back to rest on Ron’s shoulder and started to cry out and squirm against the pinioning weight. As Ron laved at the slight hurt to soothe it, Harry started to babble, "Oh, mmmm. Yessss. Ron…Please take me… Ohhhhh God… I’m yours… Please fuck me!" Something about the pleading crass language spilling forth from his angel’s mouth caused him to react even more. He humped himself harder against the upturned backside. He was groaning almost continuously and a thin sheen of sweat was starting to cover his body.

Ron lifted himself off the body beneath his and allowed Harry to position himself on his knees with his head resting on his crossed forearms. Ron then adjusted Harry’s knees so they were further apart and the cheeks before him parted and offered him the first glimpse of his prize. He smiled and said, "Oh, Harry… have you any idea how beautiful your are like this? Open, needy and wanting only me…" Ron then placed his tongue flatly against his lover’s puckered entrance and swept upward. Harry moaned and wriggled back slightly into the sensation. Ron pointed his tongue and slowly started to work it past the ring of muscle and waited for it to relax around the intrusion.

Harry moaned and shifted and felt his flaccid cock start to fill out again with renewed arousal. The wonderfully wet appendage worked its way further into him and he felt as if he could laugh and cry from the sensation of it. After all his young life wondering what it was like to be loved and cherished, with Ron he was. Ron loved him and wanted him and sometimes something would spark this deep seeded possessiveness in him, which made him want to mark and claim Harry as his alone, but Harry didn’t mind. It was as much a part of them now as the often-gentle lovemaking they shared. Harry guilty hoped Ron never outgrew it.

Ron let his tongue slip from his lover and hastily slid his index finger into his mouth, thoroughly wetting it, and slowly worked it into the willing body. Harry moaned and parted his knees even further. Quickly he slipped the digit from the raven-hared boys anus and then wetted both his middle and index finger and slipped them back inside. He groaned as he felt the tight, moist yet yielding tissue hug and message his fingers. He groaned as he imagined the sensation in another place. As he started to scissor the fingers apart, slowly stretching the tight opening, Harry shot a look at him over his shoulder that left no argument and said, "Ronald Weasley, enough teasing already! Please just do it already!"

"As you say," Ron said as he pulled his fingers from Harry and the smaller boy sighed at the loss. He then hastily used his own saliva to wet his own flagging erection and pumped it a couple of times to bring it back to rampant life.

He nudged the tip of his cock up against Harry’s entrance and slowly began to push inward. Harry gasped at the intrusion, as the head of his penis penetrated the ring of muscle. The lack of preparation and proper lubricant made it seem tighter than usual and Ron thought absently to himself that Harry would literally be feeling this for days. When he felt his lover relax again he pushed the rest of the way in and came to a rest. When he felt his hilt touch Harry’s buttocks he leaned forward over the smaller boys back and whispered into his ear, "Can you feel me?"

Harry nodded mutely, for he could indeed feel Ron’s pulse travel through his stretched passage and cause the most wonderful sensation to start in the pit of his stomach. Ron continued, "I am in you… A part of you. No one else can make you feel like this. You are mine!" With that Ron withdrew slightly and pushed forward again in a quick jab. Harry rocked forward under the almost savage thrust and gasped. He squinched his eyes shut tight and just allowed the sensation to take over. Ron then set up a punishing pace as he pulled back and thrust into Harry with abandon. The room was silent except for the soft slap of skin on skin and the lovers’ incoherent vocalisations.

Ron grunted with exertion on each thrust forward and Harry let out a staccatoed "oh… oh…oh…" each time he was driven forward under his lover’s weight. Ron changed positions slightly and the head of his cock started to nudge against Harry’s prostate on each inward thrust. Harry began to let out long sighs and moans then and felt like he could take very little more. His cock was back in full life and was starting to drip precum almost continuously. Then, incredibly, Ron stopped. He reared back and pulled Harry up against his chest. "I love you," he said and Harry came for a second time, jetting pearly white jets of cum onto his abdomen and chest, without any stimulation to his own cock at all. As Ron felt his lover spasm around him he finally let go and came inside Harry, bathing his insides with his semen.

He then gently laid the two of them down side-by-side and spooned up behind his lover and started to run his fingers through the slick cream and sweat coating the other boy. Harry relaxed against him and sighed and turned then to look at Ron. After a while under Harry’s silent regard Ron said, "What are you looking at?"

Harry laughed, "You. I love you, you know. You and your damned jealous streak! One of these days I will figure out what makes you tick."

Ron sighed and closed his eyes contentedly, "Perhaps… I love you too. "

"I am going to be sore tomorrow… AND I have Quidditch practice, you great git!" he smacked Ron in the centre of his chest good-naturedly. "Maybe I could just get you to time these little possessive bouts better?"

"Are you kidding?" Ron laughed, "This is perfect. Now you will have to think of me tomorrow as you straddle that broom!"

Harry smiled and curled up against Ron. Yes, he really hoped this was something Ron never outgrew.

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