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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: 2007-03-07 03:05 pm (UTC)