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Apr. 24th, 2007 08:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fics_by_mapleTitle: Movement
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Word Count: 186
Rating: PG-13
A/N: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dream_wia_dream, for my One Year LJ Anniversary Prompts, who asked for Harry/Ron. I'll tell you her prompt at the end.
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Ron could taste the salt of perspiration on their tongues, stealing an open-mouthed kiss as they moved together. He was breathless and the muscles in his legs burned, but he continued to move his body.
He’d never tire of this.
The first times together like this were awkward. Unable to look each other in the eye without blushing and their rhythm would get thrown off. He didn’t know where to put his knees at first, between Harry’s legs or outside of them?
He quickly learned there was no right or wrong place to put his hands, so long as he could touch Harry’s undulating body next to his.
Sometimes it was hottest when they were only half undressed. His unbuttoned shirt falling open so that Harry could run his hands inside, stroking fingers over his chest with teasing flicks of his nipples.
If he began to falter, Harry would entice him again, arching, pressing against him. Ron cupped Harry’s flexing arse, pulling him into his thrusting movements.
He remembered a time in his youth that he couldn’t appreciate this, but now he loved dancing with Harry.
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Fordream_wia_dream who asked for H/R, prompt of 'dancing.'
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Word Count: 186
Rating: PG-13
A/N: Written for
dream_wia_dream, for my One Year LJ Anniversary Prompts, who asked for Harry/Ron. I'll tell you her prompt at the end. ~^~
Ron could taste the salt of perspiration on their tongues, stealing an open-mouthed kiss as they moved together. He was breathless and the muscles in his legs burned, but he continued to move his body.
He’d never tire of this.
The first times together like this were awkward. Unable to look each other in the eye without blushing and their rhythm would get thrown off. He didn’t know where to put his knees at first, between Harry’s legs or outside of them?
He quickly learned there was no right or wrong place to put his hands, so long as he could touch Harry’s undulating body next to his.
Sometimes it was hottest when they were only half undressed. His unbuttoned shirt falling open so that Harry could run his hands inside, stroking fingers over his chest with teasing flicks of his nipples.
If he began to falter, Harry would entice him again, arching, pressing against him. Ron cupped Harry’s flexing arse, pulling him into his thrusting movements.
He remembered a time in his youth that he couldn’t appreciate this, but now he loved dancing with Harry.
~^~
For
dream_wia_dream who asked for H/R, prompt of 'dancing.'
