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fics_by_mapleTitle: Sightseeing
Pairing: Harry/ Ron
Rating: NC-17
Words: 661
A/N; Written in the Reading Room at The British Museum, where some of the most notable contemporary authors have written. I sat between![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shocolate and oncelikeshari and we all wrote Harry/Ron.
The location, though strictly fictitious, is inspired by the path I walked along the Thames withshocolate after leaving Fulham Palace to see one of Daniel Radcliffe’s portrait displayed.
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“Look, Ron, here it is. The plaque says these stone steps are over 1500 years old.”
“Yeah,” Ron grunted, disinterested. “Fascinating.”
“These are really ancient.” Harry sounded indignant.
“Harry, you grew up in an ancient castle, this is not impressive,” Ron said, pulling him further along by the hand.
“Hang on, I want to see the view of the Thames from the foot bridge,” Harry pleaded.
“I say; we go under the foot bridge and let me have a view of you from my knees.”
Harry feigned annoyance, but went along.
“But I like seeing all this old stuff. Everything in Little Whinging was brand new and totally boring.”
“-I’ll show you something brand new,” Ron mumbled into the back of Harry’s neck, sliding his fingers up under his t-shirt.
“And, we agreed to spend the day sightseeing.”
“-There’s a sight I’d like to see,” Ron said quietly.
“And that we wouldn’t spend the weekend shagging in our room.”
“I’m keeping to our agreement; we won’t shag in our room.” Ron led them off the cobblestone path and under the arch of the footbridge ahead of them.
“We are not going to shag here,” Harry balked, looking around.
“Shh…” Ron said, pressing his lips over Harry’s, until they softened and consented to Ron’s urging and when Harry’s kiss eventually returned with a demanding tongue, Ron knew he had succeeded.
“But, but,” Harry breathed feebly. Ron kissed down his neck and dropped to his knees.
“Shh…” Ron whispered against his belly, pushing his t-shirt up. “Hold this for me,” he instructed and Harry held his t-shirt at up to his ribs with one hand, while making a resigned whine.
“We’re hidden here, no one can see us.”
Ron kissed Harry’s quivering stomach, hearing the increase of his breath.
The button on Harry’s denims popped and they slipped dangerously low on his hips.
“I can never get enough of this,” Ron said, running the tip of his nose down through the trail of black hair swirling in a circle around his navel. Ron grinned as he nipped his hipbone.
“Do you know, Harry,” he said, still nuzzling the swath of hair that curved clockwise. “That you scratch at your belly button when you’re nervous? You’ve trained your trail into the most hypnotic circle.”
“Have I?’ Harry meeped, his voice had gone high.
Ron slipped his hands over his buttocks and the jeans slipped down and an eager, ready cock welcomed him.
“Ohshit…” Harry sighed when the cool breeze blew over his genitals.
“Tell me what comes next, Harry,” Ron said, beginning to stroke him and tease his balls with his breath.
“Come again?” Harry squeaked. Ron grinned.
“On our tour. What’re we to see next?” And to punctuate his question, he swallowed Harry’s cock.
“Oh, oh, okay – there’s – uh – the Tunnel of yes.”
Ron hummed, sliding down the length of him and back up.
“And the cannon, used in the, the Battle of suckitplease.”
Ron sucked and bobbed while Harry stuttered meaninglessly.
“… The Palace of the Bishops isn’t far.”
Ron snorted and slipped off the head of his cock with a sloppy sound.
“I’ll take care of your ‘bishop.’” Ron said, and opened his mouth and taking Harry in again, making him slump against the old brick wall.
Ron felt Harry smooth his hair back off his forehead and his fingers trail over Ron’s tightened cheeks as he sucked and when Harry’s desperate panting went completely silent, he looked up and watched as Harry closed his eyes and came in his mouth.
Ron stood, pulling Harry’s jeans up over his arse, licking his lips. After carefully tucking Harry’s still sensitive cock gently inside, he zipped him up and Harry finally opened his eyes.
“You-are-incorrigible,” Harry scolded, giving him a shove but then pulled Ron back for a hug. Ron kissed Harry’s head and rubbed his back while Harry leaned into his shoulder.
“Alright then, we just visited Potter’s Steeple, what next?”
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Pairing: Harry/ Ron
Rating: NC-17
Words: 661
A/N; Written in the Reading Room at The British Museum, where some of the most notable contemporary authors have written. I sat between
shocolate and oncelikeshari and we all wrote Harry/Ron.The location, though strictly fictitious, is inspired by the path I walked along the Thames with
shocolate after leaving Fulham Palace to see one of Daniel Radcliffe’s portrait displayed.~^~
“Look, Ron, here it is. The plaque says these stone steps are over 1500 years old.”
“Yeah,” Ron grunted, disinterested. “Fascinating.”
“These are really ancient.” Harry sounded indignant.
“Harry, you grew up in an ancient castle, this is not impressive,” Ron said, pulling him further along by the hand.
“Hang on, I want to see the view of the Thames from the foot bridge,” Harry pleaded.
“I say; we go under the foot bridge and let me have a view of you from my knees.”
Harry feigned annoyance, but went along.
“But I like seeing all this old stuff. Everything in Little Whinging was brand new and totally boring.”
“-I’ll show you something brand new,” Ron mumbled into the back of Harry’s neck, sliding his fingers up under his t-shirt.
“And, we agreed to spend the day sightseeing.”
“-There’s a sight I’d like to see,” Ron said quietly.
“And that we wouldn’t spend the weekend shagging in our room.”
“I’m keeping to our agreement; we won’t shag in our room.” Ron led them off the cobblestone path and under the arch of the footbridge ahead of them.
“We are not going to shag here,” Harry balked, looking around.
“Shh…” Ron said, pressing his lips over Harry’s, until they softened and consented to Ron’s urging and when Harry’s kiss eventually returned with a demanding tongue, Ron knew he had succeeded.
“But, but,” Harry breathed feebly. Ron kissed down his neck and dropped to his knees.
“Shh…” Ron whispered against his belly, pushing his t-shirt up. “Hold this for me,” he instructed and Harry held his t-shirt at up to his ribs with one hand, while making a resigned whine.
“We’re hidden here, no one can see us.”
Ron kissed Harry’s quivering stomach, hearing the increase of his breath.
The button on Harry’s denims popped and they slipped dangerously low on his hips.
“I can never get enough of this,” Ron said, running the tip of his nose down through the trail of black hair swirling in a circle around his navel. Ron grinned as he nipped his hipbone.
“Do you know, Harry,” he said, still nuzzling the swath of hair that curved clockwise. “That you scratch at your belly button when you’re nervous? You’ve trained your trail into the most hypnotic circle.”
“Have I?’ Harry meeped, his voice had gone high.
Ron slipped his hands over his buttocks and the jeans slipped down and an eager, ready cock welcomed him.
“Ohshit…” Harry sighed when the cool breeze blew over his genitals.
“Tell me what comes next, Harry,” Ron said, beginning to stroke him and tease his balls with his breath.
“Come again?” Harry squeaked. Ron grinned.
“On our tour. What’re we to see next?” And to punctuate his question, he swallowed Harry’s cock.
“Oh, oh, okay – there’s – uh – the Tunnel of yes.”
Ron hummed, sliding down the length of him and back up.
“And the cannon, used in the, the Battle of suckitplease.”
Ron sucked and bobbed while Harry stuttered meaninglessly.
“… The Palace of the Bishops isn’t far.”
Ron snorted and slipped off the head of his cock with a sloppy sound.
“I’ll take care of your ‘bishop.’” Ron said, and opened his mouth and taking Harry in again, making him slump against the old brick wall.
Ron felt Harry smooth his hair back off his forehead and his fingers trail over Ron’s tightened cheeks as he sucked and when Harry’s desperate panting went completely silent, he looked up and watched as Harry closed his eyes and came in his mouth.
Ron stood, pulling Harry’s jeans up over his arse, licking his lips. After carefully tucking Harry’s still sensitive cock gently inside, he zipped him up and Harry finally opened his eyes.
“You-are-incorrigible,” Harry scolded, giving him a shove but then pulled Ron back for a hug. Ron kissed Harry’s head and rubbed his back while Harry leaned into his shoulder.
“Alright then, we just visited Potter’s Steeple, what next?”
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Date: 2007-03-05 03:35 pm (UTC)OMG!!
*has tears running down her face at laughing so damn hard*
*gasping for breath, still not getting enough*
Proper review later. I'm just laughing too damn hard right now!!
*dies*
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Date: 2007-03-07 02:54 pm (UTC)Wow - well thanks for that! ;)
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Date: 2007-03-05 03:39 pm (UTC)I love that there is a British Museum trio of Harry/Ron's out there.
This was great. *Twirls you*
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Date: 2007-03-07 02:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-05 03:42 pm (UTC)*adds 'Buy new notebook' to London to-do list*
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Date: 2007-03-07 02:56 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2007-03-05 03:43 pm (UTC)Visiting the British Museum and sitting down to write H/R p0rn wins the day!
And best yet? The fact that you made 'Harry' scratch some part of his body when he's nervous! Then including that wonderful vivid image of trailing black hair down from his navel...oh yes...vivid image of that! Makes my icon more of 'eye' candy, eh?
Glad to know you are back, safe and sound....long trip?
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Date: 2007-03-07 02:59 pm (UTC)England was the muse, there were so many places that I could finally see with my own eyes that I had been writing about, I saw the boys everywhere I went!
I know, I think I'm pushing the limits of my poor confused Dan as Harry brain, but it just had to happen. Ron has to say all the things that *I* think are sexy. ;)
I can't wait to hear about your trip!
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Date: 2007-03-05 03:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-07 03:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-05 04:13 pm (UTC)*hugs*
welcome home dear!
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Date: 2007-03-07 03:00 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2007-03-05 04:28 pm (UTC)I can't believe you wrote this in the Reading Room at The British Museum.
Will try my hand at it when there next time =D
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Date: 2007-03-07 03:02 pm (UTC)Yeah, we didn't get struck my lightening, but we may have cracked the foundation a little. Hee
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Date: 2007-03-05 04:42 pm (UTC)You didn't!
you scratch at your belly button when you’re nervous? You’ve trained your trail into the most hypnotic circle.
You did!!!!
And, damn - we forgot to write bishop!bashing in the Bishops' Palace!!!
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Date: 2007-03-07 03:05 pm (UTC)I don't know, I bet there was an awful lot of bishop!bashing in that old Palace... ;)
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Date: 2007-03-05 04:56 pm (UTC)Love it!
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Date: 2007-03-07 03:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-05 05:31 pm (UTC)I like it :)
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Date: 2007-03-07 03:10 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2007-03-05 06:03 pm (UTC)I gotta go there sometime!
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Date: 2007-03-07 03:11 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2007-03-05 06:09 pm (UTC)Fantastic. I’d follow them sightseeing anywhere.
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Date: 2007-03-07 03:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-05 06:39 pm (UTC)What tour do I need to sign up for to see that attraction.
This was much fun! Thanks for sharing
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Date: 2007-03-07 03:12 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-03-07 03:13 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2007-03-05 08:39 pm (UTC)Great amusing fic maple. I could feel the freshness in it - I wonder if that was because you were able to put in your sense of wonder at being in London?
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Date: 2007-03-07 03:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-05 09:35 pm (UTC)“Harry, you grew up in an ancient castle, this is not impressive,” Ron said, pulling him further along by the hand.
oh so funny! and the battle of suckitplease! i want that tour, and to read that history!
but as usual you have these absolutely heart melting little touches of realism that are what make your stuff so truly beautiful.
like
“Hold this for me,” he instructed and Harry held his t-shirt at up to his ribs with one hand,
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Ron felt Harry smooth his hair back off his forehead .
the whining and squeaking are just perfect and i love your harry so much my heart bursts with it.
what a wonderful souvinear (can't spell that either!) of your time with shocolate and shari in the reading room! brilliant.
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Date: 2007-03-07 03:18 pm (UTC)Well see, I had just counted hands and Ron couldn't grope Harry's arse and hold his shirt up to nuzzle the swirly hair at the same time, so he had to ask Harry to help. It was just practical. ;)
I never wrote Harry 'meep' before, I figured it was about time.
We defiled the the Reading Room *hangs head* But I'd rather read Harry/Ron than Karl Marx anyway!
*loves*
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Date: 2007-03-05 09:58 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-03-06 06:45 am (UTC)Who can resist Ron, anyway?
P.S. That seemed like an interesting sightseeing trip!
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Date: 2007-03-07 03:21 pm (UTC)It was a great trip - thank you!
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Date: 2007-03-06 11:28 am (UTC)Great job Maple! I'm so glad that Ron got his bit of fun. Harry is way too serious sometime!
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Date: 2007-03-07 03:22 pm (UTC)I agree, Ron has to make Harry remember that nothing in the world is more important than a blowjob! :)
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Date: 2007-03-06 08:01 pm (UTC)“I’m keeping to our agreement; we won’t shag in our room.”
Oh Ron, your dirty little devious mind is why I love you so!
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Date: 2007-03-07 03:06 pm (UTC)*giggles*
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Date: 2007-03-06 11:38 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-03-07 04:59 am (UTC)Too bad, though, that Ron didn't get to visit Potter's Field on this trip. (see icon)
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Date: 2007-03-07 03:26 pm (UTC)Hee.
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Date: 2007-03-07 06:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-08 05:46 am (UTC)Harry or England?
Date: 2007-03-09 08:47 pm (UTC)Re: Harry or England?
Date: 2007-03-16 12:33 am (UTC)Re: Harry or England?
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