Dirty Little Secret - Harry and George
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"George! Please!" The raven haired saviour is writhing and moaning beneath me.
My name ghosting from his pretty, swollen lips has me becoming impossibly more arroused.
"Please...oh God. George...please, I want you to come inside me, please...please! I want you to fill me...so much I can't hold it."
Jesus. Harry had always talked dirty, but tonight...having chosen to forgoe the condom for the first time, his mouth had gotten worse. And Lord! I would not deny with his last plea for me to fill him and my last few thrusts into his sinfully tight hole. I came undone.
It was the best orgasm of my life, earth shattering pleasure rips through my entire body, coursing on as the smaller boy moans wantonly beneath me, painting our stomachs with his own sticky seed.
I pull out after a minute and roll over to lie next to him. For a while we only breathe, letting our heartbeats slow, before he gets up.
"I need a glass of water." He laughs.
I can only stare as he stands. I can see my essence leaking from his abused entrance as he bends over to pick up his pajama bottoms.
I reach over as the creamy substance trails down his leg.
I grab his thigh roughly, smearing my seed over his pale skin.
Harry gasps and moans.
"You got your wish. You're practically...dripping with my unborn children." I growl.
Harry visibly shudders at the mention of children before I pull him roughly back down onto the bed, and hold him tight against my bare chest.
"I can;t wait to knock you up." I whisper into his ear before biting down hard on the sensitive flesh behind it.
He moans quietly before getting up again and pulling on his pants.
"I'll hurry back then." He qrins wickedly, rushing out of the room.
...HarryPOV...
I hurridly make my way down to the kitchen. Trying to be back into George's arms as soon as possible.
But I'm not expecting Ron to be seated at the table with a cold cut sandwich in the dim light of the half moon.
He looks up when I enter.
"Harry." He's glaring.
"What?" I shift nervously, hyper aware of the thick evidence currently drying on my stomach.
Ron moves to stand in front of me.
His glare is set, "I know your dirty little secret! I know about you and George!"
"Ron, I-"
He breaks out into a grin before pulling me into a tight hug.
"Thank you." He pulls back, grin settling into a soft smile.
"What-"
"This is the happiest I've seen him since...Fred..." He coughs, shaking himself out of painfull memories. "So, thank you. And don't hurt him. I-he couldn't take it. I will personally Crucio you for eternity if you break his heart."
"I'll hold you to that, please do." I smile and, forgetting all about the water I rush back to my waiting lover.
Ignoring the cry of disgust from Ron when he realizes exactly what was smudged all over his shirt when he hugged me, I curl up into the arms of my ginger soul mate.
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Bam! Another one out! :D