Does she touch you like that?
By Annabelle Rose 22
Rated M
disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Author notes: Oh, Another dribble and a quick idea that had popped in my head. This is a Harry/Ron pairing. It's my first time writing about these two, and I can't forget the first time I read my first mature story about them. So I decided to give it a shot and I hope you guys enjoy it.
''Does she touch you like that?''
Ron gasps as he felt that familiar tug down to his groan. Feeling those hands,those firm,hard, delicate hands on him. Massaging him ever so gently. Feeling the rock hard clad covered erection against his back side that he wants so desperately to be inside him.
Hermione never touches him like this. When she gropes him during their intimate moments, it's never in the right place. Likes she's fragile. Careful. Even with her squeezing seem... pointless. That's way he's here. In this dark isolate room with the one person that makes him feel good regardless the risk. His best mate and secret lover standing by the window watching their families gathering together for an outside picnic while the children chase each other around. But he was in another world. To Ron,this was heaven and Harry was his angel. Ready to do anything that was necessary to have him happy and satisfied.
It's been years since they had done this. Hiding their real selves, their sexuality from their wives and their children. They tried to deny their feelings,but it became so overwhelming that they had to meet in the most seen places. Thier eyes in filled of huger for one another. Sucking and fucking each other's brains out. Not giving a shit about who sees.
''Does she touches you like this?'' Harry whispers against his ear.
Ron lets a gasp fall from his lips as Harry bites his earlobe. As much as they want to play, they knew they only have very little time left and anyone including one of their children could walk in on them at any moment. Not wanting to waste anymore time, Harry quickly unfasten his trousers with one hand,still holding Ron in the other, letting them drop to the floor. His cock hard and ready twitching with need. Spitting saliva onto his hand liberating himself and the tight muscles of Ron's hole before pushing himself inside,burying Ron to the hilt enticing a grunt from Ron and a groan from him.
Ron grabs the curtain as Harry fucks him fast and rough. Not caring if he's in pain or not. He reaches around and strokes Ron in time with his movements, desperately trying to milk out his orgasm. He slams his hips into him, over and over until feels warm fluid spilling over his hand, felling Ron's muscles contract wildly around him. With a soft cry, Harry comes, filling Ron with his essence and collapses on him with a sigh.
''That's the way you need to be touched.''
End.