A/N:
A bit of smut for you, again :) I'm sure there's something else in pregnancy than having sex but I can't help it! They speak to me and just want to do it. Pervert boys... 8) Again, a short update but this story wants to take baby-steps. Pun intended.
Themes for part 3/9: hormones and mood-swings. And ultrasound.
The Triple-S comes back in this Chapter, thanks to ReginaRiddle for it. And thanks also to Winga & LupusDei for beta help :3
Check the End Notes, too!
Warnings: AU (Fred's alive) & Bad language & EWE & Mature themes, including all sort of nasty things like rimming and top!Harry — oh, and Mpreg! I repeat: There's a pregnant man in this story! Should I also warn about slash?
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns the Potters, not me. I'm just playing with them. Don't sue!
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Chapter 4: 3/9
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"It looks like a fish."
"Now, come on, Ron."
"Seriously. Just like a seahorse. Or a tadpole."
Ron's words sounded more like a statement than a complaint, so Harry dared a tiny chuckle.
"What are you laughing at?" Ron snapped immediately. "Our baby looks like something you could find in a tank, and you laugh?"
Harry managed not to roll his eyes.
"Mate, I was just—"
"So, it's only a joke to you?" Ron huffed.
"Of course not but—"
"I'm about to be like a giant balloon for months, and you're just fucking laughing at it?"
"Ron—"
"Piss off," Ron barked and turned his back at Harry.
Harry threw a warning glance at the healer who looked like he was biting his cheek to stop him from laughing. The healer nodded at once. He weaved his wand, and the 3D-hologram of the foetus inside Ron's belly disappeared. After the healer had left the room, Harry sat on the edge of the bed Ron was lying on.
"Ron? Listen up, mate."
"Go fuck yourself."
"Why would I want to do that when I can fuck you?"
"I'll give you one guess," Ron replied darkly.
This time Harry couldn't help but roll his eyes. Fortunately, Ron couldn't see his face.
"Yeah, like you could ever say no to sex."
"Watch me."
"I do. All the time. Especially that tight arse of yours which, by the way, looks fantastic in those jeans."
Ron's lip twitched, and Harry slid boldly his hand on Ron's buttocks.
"Feels fantastic, too."
"Well, it is my arse."
"It sure is," Harry grinned and squeezed the tight cheek.
"You horny bastard."
"Well, I'm your horny bastard," Harry deadpanned.
Finally, Ron sniggered, and Harry let out a mental sigh of relief.
"You do know that I love both you and our fish?"
"Tadpole."
"Okay, tadpole."
Ron sniggered again.
"Yeah, I know, mate. I'm sorry, I'm being so moody."
"S'alright."
"It's just the—"
"Hormones. I know."
"Yeah."
"Thank fuck you don't have to take them anymore."
"I don't?" Ron sounded surprised.
"You don't. Your body doesn't need them now that the placenta can provide the baby with everything."
"Oh, in that case..."
Ron rose up and started to open his belt. Harry looked alarmed.
"Ron?"
"Spell the door close and silent, I'll take care of the lubrication."
"What?!"
"Bloody hell, mate! I'm about to get off the hormones that make me wanna fuck every two hours, we have a private room that no one is about to barge in because they think I'd bite their head off, and you're asking me questions?"
Harry thought about it for half a second before locking and sound proofing the door. He even managed to get rid of his trousers before Ron had finished stripping his. Harry mashed his lips on Ron's as soon as they emerged from underneath the t-shirt he was tossing off.
After a tongue-swirling, lip-sucking, and all to all, mind-numbing kiss, Harry turned Ron around and dropped on his knees.
"Lean on the bed," he commanded hoarsely.
Ron obeyed immediately and spread his legs for a good measure. Harry grinned.
"Atta boy."
Ron huffed but didn't dare to speak until Harry ran his fingers along the back of his legs.
"Mate?"
"Yeah?" Harry answered, mesmerized by the freckles on Ron's muscular thighs. There were too many of them to be named individually — not that Harry hadn't tried, usually when Ron had fallen asleep before him, spread-eagle on their bed. Which was every single night.
"I love you and stuff, but enough with the foreplay!"
"Shut up, and put your cheek on the sheet."
This time a few mutinous words escaped Ron's lips.
"I don't want to hear another word if it isn't 'ooh' or 'aah'. Not when I'm doing this!"
He licked a long swipe along Ron's arse crack. Ron whined to the mattress.
"Whining is also allowed," Harry smirked and clamped his mouth on the wrinkly hole before Ron could say anything.
Ron's knees buckled, and he uttered a string of profanities to the crispy sheet as Harry took turns on sucking and licking and fucking him with his tongue.
Then, Harry cupped Ron's balls and started to fondle them gently.
Ron crushed the bedding in his clenching and unclenching fists. He bent his knees and started to push back every time Harry's tongue penetrated him. His fully erect cock swayed in pace with his bucking but he was too bent to touch it. Still, Ron was certain he was going to come. Soon. Harry's slick tongue stretched him spectacularly, and he felt his balls, which were still in Harry's hand, tighten.
Suddenly Harry tugged the aforementioned balls, and Ron yelped.
"Not yet," Harry managed. His voice sounded extremely strenuous. "Not until I'm buried down to hilt inside you."
It was close, Ron didn't come for those words. His legs trembled, and when Harry saw it he pushed Ron onto the bed. Ron hissed as his cock accidentally rubbed against the crumbled sheet.
Harry cast the Triple-S, and Ron turned his head to look at him, surprised.
"It's not like you can make me more pregnant, you know?"
"I know, dumb-ass. It just helps me last longer," Harry said between his teeth as he clambered behind Ron.
"Oh."
"Almost. But what I meant—"
"Oooooh," Ron wailed as Harry pushed in through the loosened ring of muscles.
"Yeah, that's the sound I was hoping for," Harry sighed.
In the end, they managed to rip the sheets, break the bed, and scare the living daylights out of a house-elf who popped in to change the beddings — before popping out exactly one second after arriving. Scarred for life.
Harry didn't care. He pretty much would have died happy hearing Ron both yell and whine and curse and beg at the same time.
Afterwards, they spooned for a while.
"Do you think the baby felt that?"
"Nah, you said it yourself earlier," Harry replied, easily.
"Said what?"
"It's not that big."
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End Notes:
Horus Potter: I'm glad you liked it :) Yeah, they just tried to help but, oh poor things, did something else, too :P
Eryk Lestrange:There's no antidote because no-one knows what caused the pregnancy. Yay! So, it means definitely pregnant!Ron :)
Silver Ardor Dragon: Thanks, "the confused sperm cells" is one of my favourite parts, too :)
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