DISCLAIMER:
As much as I want to be the owner of the Harry Potter Universe, I am not. They all belong to the one and only JK Rowling. If I was the owner, it'll be all messed up and won't have any awards, nor would it have a movie. I do own the plot for this story, though. LOL.
WARNING:
SMUT. M/M/F. THREESOME! Don't like? Don't read! I'm not forcing you to. This is for pure fun and pleasure. Let's see if it's hot enough to get anyone hard/wet. Sorry, I just drank coffee and I'm pretty hyper today.
ON WITH THE STORY!
"Ron..." Harry gasped as he leaned back, grinding his arse on the tent forming on his best friend's pyjamas. Ron's hands were on his thighs, rubbing up and down on his skin. "Someone might see..."
"I locked the door," Ron whispered, nipping on Harry's earlobe. "You can't say no, mate... You're so hard... Mmm... Makes me want to suck you dry... But I want you to cum while I fuck you hard against the wall. After that little footsie stunt during dinner, you got me rock hard."
"That's obvious," Harry chuckled.
"Fucker," Ron grunted, thrusting in and making Harry gasp. Harry was fully naked before him, preparing for a bath. He was still fully dressed, ready to go to bed and just wait for his best friend. But his erection wouldn't go away. He needed to fuck. He needed to fuck bad.
Ron muttered a wandless lubrication speel, impatient to do it by hand. Harry felt his hole slicked up and knew what was going to happen next. No prep, just cool, slippery, lube. He spread out his legs, his palms resting flat on the wall, almost bending over.
"Such a fuckable arse," Ron whispered huskily, pushing down the garter of his pyjamas down, revealing his huge erection. "Want me, Harry? Do you want your best mate to fuck you so hard, my own house would be rocking with you? You might not be able to walk right after? Hermione would even be wondering why you're limping."
"Oh fuck yes!" Harry gasped, pushign his arse out further. "Now, Ron! Please!"
Ron took hold of his own erection and positioned it before pushing in the head through Harry's tight hole. Ron smirked as he heard Harry moan, black mass of hair leaning against the wall. He kicked Harry's legs further apart and held the thin hips tightly.
"Ron... FUCK! RON!" Harry howled as the red head slammed into him, burying balls deep.
Ron wasted no time in waiting for Harry to get used to the intrusion. They've done it more than once, in places normal people wouldn't even dare to do it, and Harry would be more than familiar with how it felt being buggered in the arse. The red head set a brutal pace of slamming into Harry, the sound of skin on skin echoing in the small bathroom along with Harry's steady curses and moans of pleasure.
"Like that, Harry?" Ron panted, the grip on Harry's hips sure to leave a mark. "You fucking love my cock... up your arse... Like a fucking whore?" Ron leaned in and angled, his thrusts deepening, hitting the raven haired teen's prostate with each push. "Tell me!"
"FUCK! Yes, Ron! Oh fucking god!" Harry wailed, stars springing into his eyes as his prostate got brutaly hit over and over. Sweat was rolling down his back and forehead, prec-cum dribbling from the tip of his cock down to his balls. "Cum... Wanna cum..." he panted, pushing against Ron to get it deeper inside him.
Ron smirked and reached around the brunette's waist and between the Quidditch toned legs and squuezed the painfully erect cock. "Cum for me, Harry."
With the persistent pounding and stroking of Harry's cock, his mind went blissfully blank and cries poured out of the Golden Boy's mouth, voicing out his more than obvious pleasure. He was sent over the edge, his cum splashing over the tiled walls and over Ron's hand, body convulsing in the intensity of his climax.
Ron finally lost his control. He gripped Harry's hips once again and started to thrust wildly, the cum drenched hand nearly slipping off the sweaty skin as he pounded into his best mate. He gave out a loud grunt and finally came after a final push, his own spunk filling the smaller Gryffindor until it actually started to drip.
They held their postions for a while until they both were able to breathe properly. Ron slowly pulled out, the cum starting to drip down the Seeker's legs. Ron gave an amused smirk and conjured a plug and pushed it slowly in the still gaping hole, earning a soft moan from the brunette.
"What was that for?" Harry asked, voice still a bit hoarse from yelling.
"Wouldn't want my cum to go to waste, would we?" Ron chuckled, pulling up his bottoms. "Besides, this will keep you good and open for next time. Not to mention already lubed up."
Harry chuckled and stood straight, moaning as he did. "Merlin.. you are one kinky bastard, Ron."
"You love it anyway," Ron chuckled.
"Yeah I do. But I'm starting to feel guilty," he shrugged. "Hermione..."
Ron looked away and shrugged his shoulders as well. He and Herminoe had been married for over a year already, but what he had with Harry had been going on since fifth year. Before Harry went out with Cho. Before he even started with Lavender. That was more than five years ago.
"You know we can't keep doing this."
"We tried to stop before, Harry. You know how that always ended up. Always back to square one."
Harry sighed and nodded. "I'll go take my bath. Hermione might be back any minute. Me staying over every other weekened is suspicious enough. Male bonding or no. She's not stupid, Ron."
Ron nodded and gave Harry one last searing kiss before going outside the bathroom and going to his and Hermione's bedroom.
A/n:
This isn't all about sex, you know! There is a plot. A very simple, thin line of a plot. Okay maybe this is all about sex... with a plot. Sorry! Halloween is just around the corner, though this isn't a Halloween themed fanficiton, this is a treat for everyone there! Chapter 2 of this very soon!