Dirty Little Secret
Rated: M! M! M! Very naughty!
Warnings: Slash! Don't like it, don't read it...
Spoilers: Not planning on any...
Disclaimer: Although I wish Harry and Ron were mine, they aren't. They're J.K. Rowlings, thank God she lets me toy with them...that is, as long as I don't get paid, which I'm not...
Ron's POV
I'm staring at the scarlet velvet curtain hanging around my bed. I wish he would get his ass in here, but I know he's waiting until everyone's asleep. I start toying with my boxers, itching for him to take them off. I get a dizzy feeling somewhere in between my throat and stomach, kind of like all those organs disappeared.
Suddenly, someone pushes the curtain aside and crawls in. He wastes no time on pleasantries. He's pulling off my shorts, not even taking the time to kiss me like he normally does. He straddles me and smiles, pulling off his own pajama bottoms. He licks each of my nipples, I'm arching my back in anticipation. Oh, that feels good. He's got one hand laced in my hair, the other on my cock. Slowly, he moves it back and forth and my hips start moving with him.
He's still licking my stomach, by now he's down to my belly button. Oh, I know where his mouth is going. It's only a small variation every night. He slips his hand off me and puts both of them on the sides of me to support him. My hips are still moving in a rhythm with him, but now it's with his mouth.
"Oh, Harry." I can't help mutter the name. He's going faster now, I'm getting sweaty. "Harry!" It's a yelp this time. I can see his eyebrows rise, but he doesn't stop. Thank God. The sheets are balled into fists under my hands and I'm gasping for breath. I don't know how much more I can take. I finally climax with a loud yell, not really understandable. My toes are numb. He wipes his mouth and pulls his pants back on.
"I'll leave that to you, Ron."
I can't help but grin as Harry goes back to bed. This is our dirty little secret.