FIC for auntbijou 2 of 2
For: auntbijou
From: nolagal
Title: The Song of Surrender
Rating: NC17
Word Count: ~13,000
Summary: When Ron catches Harry in a compromising and confusing situation, he does the only thing he can-help Harry.
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Warnings: Rope Bondage, elements of D/S, Ron/Hermione,
Author's Note: Happy bestmates_xmas, auntbijou, I hope you enjoy. I had a great time writing it. Many thanks to my support team of readers and betas; I couldn't have written this without them!
Part 2 of 2
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"Why are you going round to Harry's tonight? You see each other all day at work." Hermione's tone was agitated and accusing.
Ron knew he'd been withdrawn from her the past few weeks and especially the last few days, and, if he was honest with himself, they'd been growing apart for the past year. It wasn't that he didn't love her, he really did. It just seemed that something was missing between them. "I promised him we'd listen to the Cannons match," Ron lied, then instantly regretted it.
"What aren't you telling me?" Hermione asked, moving to stand right in front of him and staring into his eyes.
Ron shrugged then sank into a chair. "It's personal with Harry. He needs my help with something, and I don't think he wants anyone to know."
"Can you at least tell me what's going on?" Hermione asked, her brown eyes seeking his for answers. "Why wouldn't he want me to know?"
Taking in a deep breath, Ron nodded. "Harry needs some help relaxing, and he doesn't trust anyone else."
"And what, you massage him?"
"Something like that," Ron said, ducking his head.
Hermione gasped. "Are you having sex with him?"
Ron stood up quickly. "No! It's not like that."
"But he wants you to be having sex," she said, "and maybe you do, too."
Ron shook his head in denial, trying to get the image of Harry's hard cock outlined by the ropes Ron had tied around Harry's thighs out of his mind. He didn't know what she meant by saying that Harry wanted to be having sex, and he wasn't ready to think about it.
"Look, I know you'd do anything for Harry, and I'm all right with it, really. But lately, it seems like we're growing further apart and you're getting closer to Harry."
Ron opened his mouth to protest but closed it quickly. There wasn't much he could say. He thought the same thing. "I'm sorry," he said.
"Sorry isn't always enough, you know. I hate feeling like you and Harry have this big secret from me. It's not just you I miss. Harry's acting strange around me. You're barely touching me. I don't know what else to think." Hermione paced across the floor, obviously upset.
"It's not that. And I don't like not telling you what's going on, but some things are private. Harry needs me," Ron said, hearing the pleading tone in his voice.
"And I don't?" Hermione sighed. "Look maybe we need a break-some time apart. To think." She stopped pacing in front of him and looked at him closely. "I'm tired of being unhappy with you. Lately I can't help but think that since we've been together for years, and we started dating so young, maybe we're better off as just friends."
Wanting to stop her, Ron stood and said, "I love you." He meant it. He'd always loved her and always would; he just worried it wasn't enough anymore. Not when he was more aroused by not having sex with Harry than he was by Hermione, and not when almost every one of his thoughts centred on Harry.
"I'll be at my parents for the next few days. Give what you really want some thought. We'll talk soon," Hermione said, giving him a soft kiss then disappearing up the stairs.
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"What's wrong?" Harry asked as soon as Ron entered the room. His hair was damp from the shower, and Ron could see a few stray drops of water rolling down his neck and disappearing behind his dressing gown.
Ron shook his head, trying to get the conversation he'd just had with Hermione out of his head. He didn't know what he wanted. Or worse, he was beginning to suspect what he wanted was the person standing in front of him, not the girlfriend he'd just left behind. "Just a rough day."
"Do you want to take the night off, order takeaway, and listen to the wireless?" Harry asked, squeezing Ron's shoulder.
"No, I need this tonight. Just give me a minute to get in the right frame of mind."
"Go take a shower and relax, I'll get everything ready," Harry said, smiling gently.
The shower was hot, beating down on him and releasing some of the tension he felt. One of the many improvements Harry had made to Grimmauld was state-of-the-art Wizarding plumbing which meant a shower that gave each person exactly the pressure and temperature they wanted. He took his time, wanting to wash away everything that wasn't relevant to the evening.
When he emerged, clean and refreshed, he found Harry sitting comfortably on the bed, the ropes beside him.
Ron smiled and walked over to the bed, gesturing for Harry to lie down. Harry removed his dressing gown and stretched out. Ron ran his hands over Harry's back and began rubbing gently. A massage helped to relax Harry and set the scene, and Ron loved the way Harry would simply melt about halfway through Ron's attention.
When Harry was ready, Ron left him on his stomach and picked up the rope. He wanted to try something different and moved Harry into a strange and uncomfortable position before starting to twist and pull the rope into place. The books had called positions like this "hogtied," but Ron found the term a bit odd for the effect he was going for. He wanted Harry to feel completely at peace, to find his centre away from the chaos of his life.
Once Harry was completely bound with his arms and shoulders pulled tightly back and his feet bent to meet his hands forcing his body into a perfect arch, Ron raised his wand. "Wingardium Leviosa," he said softly, raising Harry into the air. It wouldn't be the same sensation Harry would get from being suspended, but Ron hoped it would add an extra element Harry would enjoy.
Harry struggled for a moment, his eyes wide with surprise. Ron watched for signs of distress, checking his Monitoring Charms, and ensuring Harry was all right with Ron's new technique. They'd discussed it in theory, but Ron hadn't mentioned trying it that night.
A soft gasp escaped Harry and Ron looked up to see Harry's pupils dilated and his chest rising and falling faster than normal. He moved his wand and began to lower Harry down, but Harry shook his head and said, "No, please."
Ron raised Harry back up, watching the way his skin flushed around the tan rope. Harry's erection was straining against his pants, pointing down toward Ron. At that moment all Ron wanted was to touch Harry's cock, feel the hardness he could so clearly see. The need was almost too much and Ron reached out his hand then stopped himself. Instead, he just enjoyed the sight of Harry hanging above him, lost in the moment.
The position was one that strained the muscles and nerves so Ron couldn't leave Harry in it for too long. Lowering Harry gently to the bed, Ron manoeuvred Harry until Harry was on his side, facing Ron. Ron loosened the bonds, letting Harry's shoulders and legs return to a more comfortable position, but still restricting his movements.
Ron ran his hands over Harry's body just as always, but this time felt different, even more intimate as Ron felt the connection between them throbbing with love and arousal. Ron bit his lip then let his hand drift over Harry's erection. Harry moaned and thrust into the touch.
"Is this all right?" Ron asked quietly, not wanting to take advantage of the moment. He didn't want to ruin things between them, but nothing had ever felt so right.
Harry nodded and Ron slid Harry's pants down, just enough to free Harry's cock so that Ron could take it in his hand. He moved slowly, gliding his hand up and down and learning the feel of an erection that wasn't his own. Harry was larger, thicker, and about the same length, but it felt completely different than Ron's. Harry was moving with Ron's strokes, thrusting gently into Ron's palm. It was calm and easy, gentle even, which amused Ron. He'd never thought about wanking being gentle, but this was just taking care of Harry like he always did.
Ron sped up his strokes and let his other hand cup and gently tug Harry's balls. Harry arched his back and cried out, splattering Ron's hand with warmth. Ron continued sliding his hand until Harry collapsed against the bed, spent.
Summoning a flannel, Ron cleaned himself and Harry gently, then finished removing the ropes from Harry. Pulling Harry tight to his chest, Ron knew what he wanted in his life. He just didn't know if he could have it.
Harry had woken first; Ron could feel his stare as he slowly came back to reality. As soon as Ron's eyes opened, he saw Harry sitting up beside him. Harry had obviously been up for a while; he was freshly showered and dressed.
"We need to talk," Harry said, his tone was forced and grim, making Ron shudder.
Shifting so he could sit up, Ron looked at Harry. His best friend's teeth were clenched and his face was set in a grim expression. "I'm sorry, mate. I was lost in the moment. But-"
"You have a girlfriend, who happens to be my other best friend. You're straight. Yeah, I know. I just don't know why you did it. It ruined everything."
Ron stood up and walked to Harry, slowly putting his arms around him. "I didn't want to ruin everything. I just didn't know what I wanted. I do, now. I want you. All of you. All the time."
Harry looked at him incredulously. "What do you mean?"
"I mean that I love you, and I think it's more than as just best mates or brothers, though that's all there, too." Ron shrugged his shoulders, unsure how to put into words what he was still trying to figure out for himself.
Harry looked him in the eyes, staring as if he could read Ron's mind with just his stare. "It's just the bondage. It's making you feel things you wouldn't normally feel."
Ron let out a bark of laughter. "No, it just made me realise something that was always true."
"I don't know if I can believe that, and I don't know what you want or what would happen if we continue down this path. I can't risk it. You have to go, and hopefully, we'll be all right. I can't lose you." Harry began pacing as he rambled, his voice getting higher and more upset with each word.
Ron grabbed Harry's shoulders "Do you not want me? Like that, I mean." He paused while Harry looked at him, part in panic and, Ron hoped, part in arousal. "Because I just didn't see it before, but it makes sense. You and me. Doesn't it?"
"It's too risky. I know I prefer guys, but you've only dated women. I think you're just confused because of what we've been doing. We need to take a break."
Ron groaned. He was getting tired of that phrase. "We can stop with the ropes for a while, but I want more than that. At least, I'm pretty sure I do."
The look Harry gave him made Ron shrink back. It was hard and angry yet also scared. "Look Ron, I've been in love with you for ages. And maybe, yeah, I've let things go too far lately, but I'm not losing you. Not because you're curious or confused."
Ron spluttered, unsure what to say. "I didn't know. I mean, I hoped…"
"Go. We'll talk later. You need some time to think and to talk to Hermione. I am not losing her either, so please rethink this." Harry's words were final and a bit defeated.
Ron nodded. "I do want this, and I'll do whatever it takes to show you it wouldn't be a mistake."
Harry didn't say anything, just turned away as Ron Disapparated.
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Ron's flat was empty when he arrived home. He sat around for a while, half listening to the wireless and trying to decide what to do. He knew he had to talk to Hermione and find a way to tell her… Well, that was the issue. He didn't know how to end the relationship that had seen him through the aftermath of the war, through Auror training, and everything else. He hoped Hermione would understand and forgive him. The possibility she might not or that she might blame Harry sent icy shivers down his spine.
Letting out a deep breath and trying to build his courage, Ron walked over to the desk and penned a quick note to Hermione asking her to come home to talk. Pigwidgeon was hiding in the cupboard as the owl often did. He was excited for the letter and almost flew into the window before Ron had time to open it.
He spent the time waiting on Hermione's response packing a few things so he could stay with George until things smoothed out. He'd probably end up blown up or turned into a mouse, which didn't sound too horrible if things didn't work out.
"Ron?"
Hearing Hermione's voice, Ron stuffed a few more jumpers on top of his Auror robes then walked into their sitting room. "Um, hello."
Hermione's eyes were red-rimmed and puffy. "You wanted to talk?"
Ron gulped and nodded. "I think I need to break-up."
A deep sigh echoed through the silence as Hermione nodded. "I know. I think I've known for a while. I love you. I do. I kept trying to pretend we had this great relationship, but there's been something missing for so long. I just didn't want to see it. We're so good together on so many levels, but it's not right, is it?"
Ron sat down on the sofa and put his head in his hands. He was so glad she agreed, but it still felt like a part of him was being ripped to shreds. The pressure behind his eyes was building, and he wondered if he was going to cry for the first time since the war. "It's not. And I didn't realise what was wrong until last night."
"Harry?" Hermione asked quietly, sitting down beside him and putting her hand on his knee.
Turning to look at her, Ron said, "Yes. I love him, and it's different than with you."
"He loves you, too. I think he's always loved you," Hermione said, her voice soft and sad. A few tears streaked silently down her cheek. "It's better in a way. To know that I'm losing you to him."
"Better than Lavender then?" Ron couldn't resist teasing, even though it was such a serious moment.
Hermione slapped his arm hard enough to make it sting. "He's my best friend. I love him and want to see him happy. Same as you. Plus, he's Harry, and I can't compete with him for you, so it makes it easier to know that you love him. It still hurts, but I think the two of you could have a great relationship."
Ron sighed and shook his head. "He doesn't believe me. Doesn't think I really want him."
"Oh." Hermione's hand patted his back softly. "Well that makes it more complicated. Can you tell me what happened?"
Taking a deep breath, Ron took a moment to gather his thoughts. "I can't tell you everything, not without Harry's permission. But it all started a few months ago. You know we've been having a crazy time at work: bad cases, explosions, and several really rough murders. Well, I went to grab Harry for family dinner one night-remember the night we were really late and Mum yelled at me but not Harry?"
Hermione nodded and squeezed Ron's knee to encourage him to continue. He could tell she wanted to say something, but she was waiting for him to finish.
"Well, he was trying to forget about everything going on and he needed help. And that's my job, yeah? Helping Harry when he needs it. I can't tell you the details, that's the private part, but it was intense and it worked. Everyone's noticed how calm Harry's been." Ron paused for a moment, trying to decide what to say. "But it was intimate and private, and the more I helped him, the more I wanted to do more than just help. Finally last night, I did, and it was fabulous. But then his morning, Harry freaked out. He doesn’t want me to make a mistake, and he doesn't want to hurt you."
Looking sad, Hermione, took his hands in hers. "You have to remember Harry has lost almost everyone that he's loved. You and I are his constants. The people he's cared about the longest. You have to move carefully with him. Keep reassuring him that no matter what happens, you'll never leave him. I'll do it, too."
"You'd do that?" Ron asked.
"It's going to be hard for me, for you, and for Harry. But I love you both, and I know we aren't meant to be together. I can't say I'm going to always be understanding, but I can try."
Ron gathered her in his arms, hugging her close. There was a part of him that was mourning the loss of their relationship. He'd envisioned their future together and thought they'd always be together. But the rest of him recognised the truth: that he had the potential for something so much more intense, more right.
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"Harry?" Ron called out through the Floo. He wanted to just step inside and run through the house until he found Harry, but knew he should wait. Harry had wanted space and eight hours probably wasn't what he'd meant.
Harry walked into the room, a towel wrapped low around his waist. "Ron? What is it?"
"I just wanted to tell you me and Hermione broke up," Ron said quickly.
"Come through," Harry said with a sigh. "Are you all right?"
"Yes. No. In a way." Ron tried to tear his eyes away from the dark trail of hair leading into the towel. His breath quickened as he continued to stare. He was suddenly free to ogle Harry and his body wanted nothing more.
Harry moved behind the sofa. "It doesn't change anything. I still don't want to risk hurting our friendship, and I think you just enjoy the bondage, not me."
"That's not it at all, mate," Ron said, his voice urgent. "It's you. I love you. In a not-best-mate way."
Harry didn't look convinced so Ron took a deep breath and moved around the sofa, stopping inches from Harry. He looked into Harry's eyes, trying to convey his seriousness then put his hand on Harry's cheek, leaned down, and pressed his lips against Harry's.
A hand pushed against Ron's chest then curled into his shirt, pulling him closer. The kiss was urgent and sloppy. Their noses bumped and he knocked Harry's glasses askew before removing them. His hand drifted into Harry's hair, holding Harry in place as their tongues finally met, sliding between lips and teeth in a frantic dance of need.
When they finally broke apart for air, Harry moved away quickly. "I can't do this. Please."
"But you want me, too, right?" Ron asked, feeling stupid and rejected as Harry continued to get further away.
Harry closed his eyes then opened them with a sigh. His lips were swollen and wet from their kisses, and Ron wanted nothing more than to taste them again. "I do. But we need some time without the ropes. Time to see if you really want this and aren't just reacting."
Ron nodded, realising Harry was genuinely upset and needed the space. "I'll be ready whenever you are," he said. "I'll see you at work tomorrow, yeah?"
"Yeah, of course."
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Christmas day at the Burrow was always Ron's favourite. It was full of family and chaos, and nothing made him happier. He looked around the sitting room and caught Harry's eye and grinned. Teddy and Victoire were on the floor, tearing into their gifts with utter abandon.
It'd been three weeks since he and Harry had talked about their relationship. At first, there had been a tension between them while they worked together, but it was finally feeling normal again. He still wanted more with Harry, but he was willing to take the time to prove to Harry that his feelings were genuine.
The gifts were being passed around to the adults now that the children were finally done. Ron held his breath as a small box made its way into Harry's hands. He'd spent forever finding the right gift. He ended up finding a Muggle shop that could make him exactly what he wanted. He had a few other gifts for Harry: new Quidditch gloves, some small jokes from George's shop, and a funny tie covered in lightning bolts he'd found while shopping with Hermione, but this was the special present-the one he'd fretted ages over. Harry untied the ribbon the shop girl had carefully tied around the box, and then he lifted off the lid.
Harry looked confused for a moment then a soft smile crossed his face and he looked up at Ron and grinned. "Thank you," he said, holding the hemp rope necklace up for the family inspection but never taking his eyes off Ron.
Ron watched as Harry's fingers traced over the three beads adorning the necklace. Ron hoped Harry would recognise the Japanese symbols carved onto each bead. The largest was two-sided with "harmony" on one side and "trust" on the other. The two smaller read "love" and "respect." The four symbols were used to denote the spiritual meaning of rope bondage and would hopefully let Harry see what it had all meant to Ron. Harry fastened the necklace around his neck, ignoring the questions about what the symbols meant.
The rest of the day passed in a blur. Everyone was having a good time enjoying their presents, laughing, and even singing along with the wireless. Ron wanted to be alone with Harry, but there were too many people around.
The first moment they were close to alone was cleaning the kitchen after stuffing themselves at dinner. George was helping them, but he was lost in his own world as he packed away the leftovers and Harry and Ron tackled the dishes.
"So you like it?" Ron asked quietly.
Harry beamed at him and reached up to stroke the necklace. The motion drew attention to Harry's neck and collarbone, making Ron ache to kiss and lick the smooth skin. "I love it. Thank you."
"I'm glad. I wanted to get you something special, and Hermione said a ring might be pushing you too fast." Ron hit his forehead with a soapy hand. He hadn't meant to say that.
"This is perfect. You're perfect," Harry said, turning to completely face Ron.
"I just want you to know I've been thinking about you the whole time. It's not about the ropes; it's about you-us. Let me prove it to you. Let me be with you without the ropes," Ron said quickly, wanting Harry to know how he felt.
"Yes," Harry whispered, leaning closer to him.
Ron's breath caught in his throat as Harry moved nearer, stretching up to bring his lips to Ron's. It was soft, gentle, and quick, but Ron's lips tingled at the contact. When Harry pulled back, Ron couldn't stop himself from following and kissing Harry again. This kiss was more demanding as Ron finally had what he'd wanted for so long.
"Ahem."
Harry and Ron broke apart, grinning guilty as they looked at George.
"So this is new?" George asked in obvious amusement.
Harry looked at Ron and blushed. "Er, yeah. Brand new."
"Pretty much just started," Ron added, wrapping his arms around Harry's waist.
"Brilliant," George said with a whistle. "Why don't you two go explore this new development? I'll cover for you."
"Ta," Ron said, pulling Harry closer.
"Anything to get you out of my flat, mate," George said, waving his hand in dismissal.
Harry and Ron were still laughing as Harry Apparated them both to Grimmauld Place.
Shaking from the landing, Ron looked at Harry. Harry looked back at him, and they both shifted awkwardly. Now that he had Harry, he wasn't sure what to do with him.
"Um-"
"So-"
Ron laughed and moved forward to kiss Harry. He was a bit terrified now that it was all really happening, but he also felt free and relieved.
Harry met his lips eagerly, kissing Ron back with a passion that overwhelmed him. Their lips pressed together and their tongues met, passing back and forth as the kiss grew more and more intense.
Harry's hands clutched tight against Ron's back, keeping them pressed together as they explored each other's mouths. Ron's hands couldn't stop moving, roving through Harry's soft hair, down his back, and over his arse. Harry broke the kiss, panting as he moved his mouth down Ron's throat, licking and sucking with abandon.
A loud moan escaped Ron's lips. His neck was always sensitive, but somehow, the knowledge that it was Harry's mouth placing the soft open-mouth kisses over his collarbone made it even more arousing. Ron pulled at Harry's shirt, tugging at the buttons in frustration. He wanted to feel more of Harry, to touch everything he'd seen but been denied before. Harry pulled back, shrugging his shirt off, and tugging Ron's jumper over his head.
Harry's hands ran down his chest, stroking his sides before returning to gently pinch his nipples. Ron groaned and arched into the touch, wanting to feel even more. He unbuttoned Harry's trousers, earning him several moans as his hand moved over Harry's growing erection. When he pulled the trousers down, Harry toed off his shoes and removed his trousers and pants, leaving him completely naked for Ron to admire. Harry didn't let Ron look for long, tugging at Ron's trousers and helping Ron out of them.
Ron blushed as Harry looked him over, taking in his skinny body with what could only be described as a hungry expression. Ron growled and pinned Harry to the wall, rubbing their bodies together. Harry shifted and wrapped his leg around Ron's waist, pulling them closer and allowing their cocks to rub against each other.
Ron had never imagined it could feel so good to just press his cock against Harry's as they rocked together. Harry's mouth found his in a passionate kiss, letting teeth, tongues, and lips push together in a frantic rhythm that matched the one set by their hips. Harry moved his hand between them, rubbing his fingers over the head of Ron's cock before holding both cocks together and stroking up and down.
The pressure was too much, and every nerve in Ron's body was on fire with pleasure and want, he could feel the heat pooling in his groin as his muscles tightened. He groaned into their kiss then felt himself fall apart against Harry. Shockwaves tore through him as his orgasm seemed to last forever. While he was still coming back down, he felt Harry's hand speed up between them and a warmth splash against his chest as Harry cried out.
When Ron's legs finally felt strong enough to move, he pulled back, taking in the sight of Harry flushed and panting, a few drops of sweat trailing from his forehead down his cheek. Ron ran his hand over Harry's cheek, wiping the sweat away as he grinned.
"Well that was bloody brilliant," Ron said, making Harry laugh.
"Yeah, it was," Harry said, still grinning happily. "I could use a shower. Care to join me?"
Ron knew the grin on his face was as big as Harry's. "Sounds good to me."
Harry's large shower was perfect for two, and they spent the first few minutes washing each other, laughing, and kissing under the warm water.
Ron was surprised when Harry slipped to his knees, pushing Ron's legs apart to kiss his thighs then across his hips. Harry's hand was soapy as it slid between his legs touching the area behind his balls then slipping further back. Harry mouthed Ron's reawakening cock, licking and sucking up and down the side before running his tongue over the head, making Ron cry out.
Ron leaned back against the shower wall, unable to maintain balance when Harry's mouth took in his cock and swallowed it to the root. Ron's hands went to Harry's hair. Harry was bobbing up and down, swallowing around Ron's cock as his fingers began stroking Ron's entrance. Ron gasped, accidently tugging Harry's hair as the finger pressed slowly inside him. Instead of pulling back, Harry arched into Ron's hand. Ron grabbed Harry's hair tighter earning him a loud moan that vibrated around his cock.
Harry's finger slid slowly in and out of him, crooking inside as if Harry was searching for something before a second finger joined the first, causing a slight burn with the stretch. In all the times he'd thought about sex with Harry, he'd imagined he would be the one inside Harry. Now, he wondered what Harry actually preferred, and found he was curious to try either way.
A flare of pleasure went up his spine as Harry's fingers brushed past a sensitive spot. He'd heard of such things, but he hadn't thought it would feel so good. Harry's mouth and fingers sped up, and Ron couldn't hold back any longer. He held Harry's head tightly as his orgasm ripped through him, making him cry out.
Harry continued sucking and licking until Ron was too sensitive and pulled him away. "Like that?" Harry asked, letting Ron help him stand.
"Oh. Yes," Ron said, his voice hoarse. "Now it's your turn."
Harry laughed and headed off for the bedroom, giving Ron a good view of his arse as it bobbed in front of him. Catching up, Ron threw Harry on the bed and straddled him, leaning down to kiss him soundly before sliding his mouth down Harry's chest. It was firm, and Ron loved the feel of the strong muscles under his tongue as he explored. When he licked over one nipple, Harry cried out and his hands shot out to hold Ron's head.
Grinning, Ron licked and sucked each nipple, tugging lightly with his teeth as Harry whimpered and moaned. When he finally moved down to Harry's stomach, Harry was writhing and pushing against him. Ron took his time though, wanting to prolong his exploration. He made his way down Harry's hip biting and sucking. He bypassed Harry's groin in favour of his thighs, discovering how sensitive Harry was as each lick made Harry shudder and whine.
When he finally moved closer to Harry's cock, Harry's breathing sped up, coming in soft pants as Ron teased the skin behind Harry's balls with his tongue then sucked one globe into his mouth. It was strange and tasted a bit musky, but the way Harry arched and cried out made it Ron's new favourite activity. He gave the other ball the same attention, releasing it with a soft pop.
"Ron, please," Harry pleaded. "More, please."
He mouthed his way up Harry's cock, licking the head and tasting the salty liquid that pooled in the slit. He'd never felt so in control and happy as he began sucking the head of Harry's cock, too nervous to take more in. Harry jerked and groaned as Ron put his hand around the base of Harry's cock and squeezed. He stroked Harry's cock as he continued to lick and suck the head, sliding further down with each movement.
When Ron began to gag, he pulled back, returning to a more comfortable position. He stopped to bring his own fingers to his mouth, wetting them as best he could before returning to Harry's cock. Ron's slick fingers circled Harry's entrance, feeling the wrinkled skin and wondering how a cock could ever fit in the small hole. He slowly slid a finger inside, and Harry moaned, pushing back against Ron's hand. Ron added a second finger, thrusting them in and out of the tight heat as Harry writhed under him.
"Yes, Ron, yes, there, please." Harry's words were an almost incoherent chant as he panted and moaned.
Ron was sure there couldn't be anything sexier or more amazing than Harry lost in pleasure. He loved being the one making Harry so free and wild. It was a different kind of caretaking than the bondage, but it gave him the same heady feeling of responsibility and control that he loved.
Harry's noises and motions were growing more frantic, and Ron pulled his mouth away and fisted Harry's cock in time with the fingers still thrusting inside him until Harry yelled, "Ron," then erupted over his stomach and Ron's hand.
"You're messy again," Ron said, running his hand through the liquid on Harry's chest. "Might need another shower."
"Need sleep," Harry groaned.
Ron laughed and moved from the bed, leaving Harry stretched out and totally relaxed. He went downstairs and gathered their clothes and wands, stopping by the bathroom on his way back to Harry to grab a flannel.
When Ron returned, Harry's eyes were half-closed. As Ron carefully cleaned Harry, Harry lifted up to smile at him. "Ta," he said sleepily.
"That's what I'm here for." Ron said, sliding in bed beside Harry. "This is going to be brilliant, isn't it? I mean everything. Not just the sex or the ropes."
"Yeah, I think so," Harry said, cuddling against Ron's chest. "I'm glad you're here with me, and that you take good care of me," Harry said, sounding almost asleep.
"Always," Ron whispered into Harry's hair because he knew that was the truth. His place was by Harry's side, helping him, taking care of him, and loving him no matter what Harry needed.
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Coda
Strong arms helped him out of the bath. He felt more relaxed already, his body warm and pliant as he was led to the bed and laid gently down. Large hands ran down his back and arms, massaging away the tension from the day. Just when he was sleepy from the attention, he was rolled over and helped to stand up so the evening could truly begin.
Soft candlelight reflected off of his lover's vibrant hair, and he could see the soft smile and concentration on his lover's face as he gathered the strands of rope in his hands. Giving control to someone else, letting someone else be the one to bind him, wasn't terrifying; it was the safest he ever felt.
The ropes caressed his skin, being expertly pulled and twisted to give him the greatest sensation. He was helpless now, tied so that he couldn't move. He struggled against the bonds, testing their strength. Feeling the constricting comfort, he went limp. He loved having someone to take care of him, to tie him up and let him be free of all the pressures in his life. Releasing everything but the moment, he smiled as he became lost in the warmth and safety on his bonds and his lover.
The rope tugged against his thigh, scratching gently and he moaned. Another rope was tied around his groin, letting him know that there would be a sexual element to their scene. Usually, the bondage wasn't sexual, just about comfort and surrender, but occasionally, his lover would place the knots strategically so that each struggle against his bonds would increase his arousal. Sometimes, he would receive release while still tied up, unable to do anything but accept the pleasure given to him. Other times, it would be a slow tease, building him gradually until everything was removed and it was just them again.
He surrendered completely as his lover moved him back to the bed, trusting in the knowledge that whatever happened, he'd be cared for completely.
From: nolagal
Title: The Song of Surrender
Rating: NC17
Word Count: ~13,000
Summary: When Ron catches Harry in a compromising and confusing situation, he does the only thing he can-help Harry.
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Warnings: Rope Bondage, elements of D/S, Ron/Hermione,
Author's Note: Happy bestmates_xmas, auntbijou, I hope you enjoy. I had a great time writing it. Many thanks to my support team of readers and betas; I couldn't have written this without them!
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"Why are you going round to Harry's tonight? You see each other all day at work." Hermione's tone was agitated and accusing.
Ron knew he'd been withdrawn from her the past few weeks and especially the last few days, and, if he was honest with himself, they'd been growing apart for the past year. It wasn't that he didn't love her, he really did. It just seemed that something was missing between them. "I promised him we'd listen to the Cannons match," Ron lied, then instantly regretted it.
"What aren't you telling me?" Hermione asked, moving to stand right in front of him and staring into his eyes.
Ron shrugged then sank into a chair. "It's personal with Harry. He needs my help with something, and I don't think he wants anyone to know."
"Can you at least tell me what's going on?" Hermione asked, her brown eyes seeking his for answers. "Why wouldn't he want me to know?"
Taking in a deep breath, Ron nodded. "Harry needs some help relaxing, and he doesn't trust anyone else."
"And what, you massage him?"
"Something like that," Ron said, ducking his head.
Hermione gasped. "Are you having sex with him?"
Ron stood up quickly. "No! It's not like that."
"But he wants you to be having sex," she said, "and maybe you do, too."
Ron shook his head in denial, trying to get the image of Harry's hard cock outlined by the ropes Ron had tied around Harry's thighs out of his mind. He didn't know what she meant by saying that Harry wanted to be having sex, and he wasn't ready to think about it.
"Look, I know you'd do anything for Harry, and I'm all right with it, really. But lately, it seems like we're growing further apart and you're getting closer to Harry."
Ron opened his mouth to protest but closed it quickly. There wasn't much he could say. He thought the same thing. "I'm sorry," he said.
"Sorry isn't always enough, you know. I hate feeling like you and Harry have this big secret from me. It's not just you I miss. Harry's acting strange around me. You're barely touching me. I don't know what else to think." Hermione paced across the floor, obviously upset.
"It's not that. And I don't like not telling you what's going on, but some things are private. Harry needs me," Ron said, hearing the pleading tone in his voice.
"And I don't?" Hermione sighed. "Look maybe we need a break-some time apart. To think." She stopped pacing in front of him and looked at him closely. "I'm tired of being unhappy with you. Lately I can't help but think that since we've been together for years, and we started dating so young, maybe we're better off as just friends."
Wanting to stop her, Ron stood and said, "I love you." He meant it. He'd always loved her and always would; he just worried it wasn't enough anymore. Not when he was more aroused by not having sex with Harry than he was by Hermione, and not when almost every one of his thoughts centred on Harry.
"I'll be at my parents for the next few days. Give what you really want some thought. We'll talk soon," Hermione said, giving him a soft kiss then disappearing up the stairs.
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"What's wrong?" Harry asked as soon as Ron entered the room. His hair was damp from the shower, and Ron could see a few stray drops of water rolling down his neck and disappearing behind his dressing gown.
Ron shook his head, trying to get the conversation he'd just had with Hermione out of his head. He didn't know what he wanted. Or worse, he was beginning to suspect what he wanted was the person standing in front of him, not the girlfriend he'd just left behind. "Just a rough day."
"Do you want to take the night off, order takeaway, and listen to the wireless?" Harry asked, squeezing Ron's shoulder.
"No, I need this tonight. Just give me a minute to get in the right frame of mind."
"Go take a shower and relax, I'll get everything ready," Harry said, smiling gently.
The shower was hot, beating down on him and releasing some of the tension he felt. One of the many improvements Harry had made to Grimmauld was state-of-the-art Wizarding plumbing which meant a shower that gave each person exactly the pressure and temperature they wanted. He took his time, wanting to wash away everything that wasn't relevant to the evening.
When he emerged, clean and refreshed, he found Harry sitting comfortably on the bed, the ropes beside him.
Ron smiled and walked over to the bed, gesturing for Harry to lie down. Harry removed his dressing gown and stretched out. Ron ran his hands over Harry's back and began rubbing gently. A massage helped to relax Harry and set the scene, and Ron loved the way Harry would simply melt about halfway through Ron's attention.
When Harry was ready, Ron left him on his stomach and picked up the rope. He wanted to try something different and moved Harry into a strange and uncomfortable position before starting to twist and pull the rope into place. The books had called positions like this "hogtied," but Ron found the term a bit odd for the effect he was going for. He wanted Harry to feel completely at peace, to find his centre away from the chaos of his life.
Once Harry was completely bound with his arms and shoulders pulled tightly back and his feet bent to meet his hands forcing his body into a perfect arch, Ron raised his wand. "Wingardium Leviosa," he said softly, raising Harry into the air. It wouldn't be the same sensation Harry would get from being suspended, but Ron hoped it would add an extra element Harry would enjoy.
Harry struggled for a moment, his eyes wide with surprise. Ron watched for signs of distress, checking his Monitoring Charms, and ensuring Harry was all right with Ron's new technique. They'd discussed it in theory, but Ron hadn't mentioned trying it that night.
A soft gasp escaped Harry and Ron looked up to see Harry's pupils dilated and his chest rising and falling faster than normal. He moved his wand and began to lower Harry down, but Harry shook his head and said, "No, please."
Ron raised Harry back up, watching the way his skin flushed around the tan rope. Harry's erection was straining against his pants, pointing down toward Ron. At that moment all Ron wanted was to touch Harry's cock, feel the hardness he could so clearly see. The need was almost too much and Ron reached out his hand then stopped himself. Instead, he just enjoyed the sight of Harry hanging above him, lost in the moment.
The position was one that strained the muscles and nerves so Ron couldn't leave Harry in it for too long. Lowering Harry gently to the bed, Ron manoeuvred Harry until Harry was on his side, facing Ron. Ron loosened the bonds, letting Harry's shoulders and legs return to a more comfortable position, but still restricting his movements.
Ron ran his hands over Harry's body just as always, but this time felt different, even more intimate as Ron felt the connection between them throbbing with love and arousal. Ron bit his lip then let his hand drift over Harry's erection. Harry moaned and thrust into the touch.
"Is this all right?" Ron asked quietly, not wanting to take advantage of the moment. He didn't want to ruin things between them, but nothing had ever felt so right.
Harry nodded and Ron slid Harry's pants down, just enough to free Harry's cock so that Ron could take it in his hand. He moved slowly, gliding his hand up and down and learning the feel of an erection that wasn't his own. Harry was larger, thicker, and about the same length, but it felt completely different than Ron's. Harry was moving with Ron's strokes, thrusting gently into Ron's palm. It was calm and easy, gentle even, which amused Ron. He'd never thought about wanking being gentle, but this was just taking care of Harry like he always did.
Ron sped up his strokes and let his other hand cup and gently tug Harry's balls. Harry arched his back and cried out, splattering Ron's hand with warmth. Ron continued sliding his hand until Harry collapsed against the bed, spent.
Summoning a flannel, Ron cleaned himself and Harry gently, then finished removing the ropes from Harry. Pulling Harry tight to his chest, Ron knew what he wanted in his life. He just didn't know if he could have it.
Harry had woken first; Ron could feel his stare as he slowly came back to reality. As soon as Ron's eyes opened, he saw Harry sitting up beside him. Harry had obviously been up for a while; he was freshly showered and dressed.
"We need to talk," Harry said, his tone was forced and grim, making Ron shudder.
Shifting so he could sit up, Ron looked at Harry. His best friend's teeth were clenched and his face was set in a grim expression. "I'm sorry, mate. I was lost in the moment. But-"
"You have a girlfriend, who happens to be my other best friend. You're straight. Yeah, I know. I just don't know why you did it. It ruined everything."
Ron stood up and walked to Harry, slowly putting his arms around him. "I didn't want to ruin everything. I just didn't know what I wanted. I do, now. I want you. All of you. All the time."
Harry looked at him incredulously. "What do you mean?"
"I mean that I love you, and I think it's more than as just best mates or brothers, though that's all there, too." Ron shrugged his shoulders, unsure how to put into words what he was still trying to figure out for himself.
Harry looked him in the eyes, staring as if he could read Ron's mind with just his stare. "It's just the bondage. It's making you feel things you wouldn't normally feel."
Ron let out a bark of laughter. "No, it just made me realise something that was always true."
"I don't know if I can believe that, and I don't know what you want or what would happen if we continue down this path. I can't risk it. You have to go, and hopefully, we'll be all right. I can't lose you." Harry began pacing as he rambled, his voice getting higher and more upset with each word.
Ron grabbed Harry's shoulders "Do you not want me? Like that, I mean." He paused while Harry looked at him, part in panic and, Ron hoped, part in arousal. "Because I just didn't see it before, but it makes sense. You and me. Doesn't it?"
"It's too risky. I know I prefer guys, but you've only dated women. I think you're just confused because of what we've been doing. We need to take a break."
Ron groaned. He was getting tired of that phrase. "We can stop with the ropes for a while, but I want more than that. At least, I'm pretty sure I do."
The look Harry gave him made Ron shrink back. It was hard and angry yet also scared. "Look Ron, I've been in love with you for ages. And maybe, yeah, I've let things go too far lately, but I'm not losing you. Not because you're curious or confused."
Ron spluttered, unsure what to say. "I didn't know. I mean, I hoped…"
"Go. We'll talk later. You need some time to think and to talk to Hermione. I am not losing her either, so please rethink this." Harry's words were final and a bit defeated.
Ron nodded. "I do want this, and I'll do whatever it takes to show you it wouldn't be a mistake."
Harry didn't say anything, just turned away as Ron Disapparated.
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Ron's flat was empty when he arrived home. He sat around for a while, half listening to the wireless and trying to decide what to do. He knew he had to talk to Hermione and find a way to tell her… Well, that was the issue. He didn't know how to end the relationship that had seen him through the aftermath of the war, through Auror training, and everything else. He hoped Hermione would understand and forgive him. The possibility she might not or that she might blame Harry sent icy shivers down his spine.
Letting out a deep breath and trying to build his courage, Ron walked over to the desk and penned a quick note to Hermione asking her to come home to talk. Pigwidgeon was hiding in the cupboard as the owl often did. He was excited for the letter and almost flew into the window before Ron had time to open it.
He spent the time waiting on Hermione's response packing a few things so he could stay with George until things smoothed out. He'd probably end up blown up or turned into a mouse, which didn't sound too horrible if things didn't work out.
"Ron?"
Hearing Hermione's voice, Ron stuffed a few more jumpers on top of his Auror robes then walked into their sitting room. "Um, hello."
Hermione's eyes were red-rimmed and puffy. "You wanted to talk?"
Ron gulped and nodded. "I think I need to break-up."
A deep sigh echoed through the silence as Hermione nodded. "I know. I think I've known for a while. I love you. I do. I kept trying to pretend we had this great relationship, but there's been something missing for so long. I just didn't want to see it. We're so good together on so many levels, but it's not right, is it?"
Ron sat down on the sofa and put his head in his hands. He was so glad she agreed, but it still felt like a part of him was being ripped to shreds. The pressure behind his eyes was building, and he wondered if he was going to cry for the first time since the war. "It's not. And I didn't realise what was wrong until last night."
"Harry?" Hermione asked quietly, sitting down beside him and putting her hand on his knee.
Turning to look at her, Ron said, "Yes. I love him, and it's different than with you."
"He loves you, too. I think he's always loved you," Hermione said, her voice soft and sad. A few tears streaked silently down her cheek. "It's better in a way. To know that I'm losing you to him."
"Better than Lavender then?" Ron couldn't resist teasing, even though it was such a serious moment.
Hermione slapped his arm hard enough to make it sting. "He's my best friend. I love him and want to see him happy. Same as you. Plus, he's Harry, and I can't compete with him for you, so it makes it easier to know that you love him. It still hurts, but I think the two of you could have a great relationship."
Ron sighed and shook his head. "He doesn't believe me. Doesn't think I really want him."
"Oh." Hermione's hand patted his back softly. "Well that makes it more complicated. Can you tell me what happened?"
Taking a deep breath, Ron took a moment to gather his thoughts. "I can't tell you everything, not without Harry's permission. But it all started a few months ago. You know we've been having a crazy time at work: bad cases, explosions, and several really rough murders. Well, I went to grab Harry for family dinner one night-remember the night we were really late and Mum yelled at me but not Harry?"
Hermione nodded and squeezed Ron's knee to encourage him to continue. He could tell she wanted to say something, but she was waiting for him to finish.
"Well, he was trying to forget about everything going on and he needed help. And that's my job, yeah? Helping Harry when he needs it. I can't tell you the details, that's the private part, but it was intense and it worked. Everyone's noticed how calm Harry's been." Ron paused for a moment, trying to decide what to say. "But it was intimate and private, and the more I helped him, the more I wanted to do more than just help. Finally last night, I did, and it was fabulous. But then his morning, Harry freaked out. He doesn’t want me to make a mistake, and he doesn't want to hurt you."
Looking sad, Hermione, took his hands in hers. "You have to remember Harry has lost almost everyone that he's loved. You and I are his constants. The people he's cared about the longest. You have to move carefully with him. Keep reassuring him that no matter what happens, you'll never leave him. I'll do it, too."
"You'd do that?" Ron asked.
"It's going to be hard for me, for you, and for Harry. But I love you both, and I know we aren't meant to be together. I can't say I'm going to always be understanding, but I can try."
Ron gathered her in his arms, hugging her close. There was a part of him that was mourning the loss of their relationship. He'd envisioned their future together and thought they'd always be together. But the rest of him recognised the truth: that he had the potential for something so much more intense, more right.
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"Harry?" Ron called out through the Floo. He wanted to just step inside and run through the house until he found Harry, but knew he should wait. Harry had wanted space and eight hours probably wasn't what he'd meant.
Harry walked into the room, a towel wrapped low around his waist. "Ron? What is it?"
"I just wanted to tell you me and Hermione broke up," Ron said quickly.
"Come through," Harry said with a sigh. "Are you all right?"
"Yes. No. In a way." Ron tried to tear his eyes away from the dark trail of hair leading into the towel. His breath quickened as he continued to stare. He was suddenly free to ogle Harry and his body wanted nothing more.
Harry moved behind the sofa. "It doesn't change anything. I still don't want to risk hurting our friendship, and I think you just enjoy the bondage, not me."
"That's not it at all, mate," Ron said, his voice urgent. "It's you. I love you. In a not-best-mate way."
Harry didn't look convinced so Ron took a deep breath and moved around the sofa, stopping inches from Harry. He looked into Harry's eyes, trying to convey his seriousness then put his hand on Harry's cheek, leaned down, and pressed his lips against Harry's.
A hand pushed against Ron's chest then curled into his shirt, pulling him closer. The kiss was urgent and sloppy. Their noses bumped and he knocked Harry's glasses askew before removing them. His hand drifted into Harry's hair, holding Harry in place as their tongues finally met, sliding between lips and teeth in a frantic dance of need.
When they finally broke apart for air, Harry moved away quickly. "I can't do this. Please."
"But you want me, too, right?" Ron asked, feeling stupid and rejected as Harry continued to get further away.
Harry closed his eyes then opened them with a sigh. His lips were swollen and wet from their kisses, and Ron wanted nothing more than to taste them again. "I do. But we need some time without the ropes. Time to see if you really want this and aren't just reacting."
Ron nodded, realising Harry was genuinely upset and needed the space. "I'll be ready whenever you are," he said. "I'll see you at work tomorrow, yeah?"
"Yeah, of course."
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Christmas day at the Burrow was always Ron's favourite. It was full of family and chaos, and nothing made him happier. He looked around the sitting room and caught Harry's eye and grinned. Teddy and Victoire were on the floor, tearing into their gifts with utter abandon.
It'd been three weeks since he and Harry had talked about their relationship. At first, there had been a tension between them while they worked together, but it was finally feeling normal again. He still wanted more with Harry, but he was willing to take the time to prove to Harry that his feelings were genuine.
The gifts were being passed around to the adults now that the children were finally done. Ron held his breath as a small box made its way into Harry's hands. He'd spent forever finding the right gift. He ended up finding a Muggle shop that could make him exactly what he wanted. He had a few other gifts for Harry: new Quidditch gloves, some small jokes from George's shop, and a funny tie covered in lightning bolts he'd found while shopping with Hermione, but this was the special present-the one he'd fretted ages over. Harry untied the ribbon the shop girl had carefully tied around the box, and then he lifted off the lid.
Harry looked confused for a moment then a soft smile crossed his face and he looked up at Ron and grinned. "Thank you," he said, holding the hemp rope necklace up for the family inspection but never taking his eyes off Ron.
Ron watched as Harry's fingers traced over the three beads adorning the necklace. Ron hoped Harry would recognise the Japanese symbols carved onto each bead. The largest was two-sided with "harmony" on one side and "trust" on the other. The two smaller read "love" and "respect." The four symbols were used to denote the spiritual meaning of rope bondage and would hopefully let Harry see what it had all meant to Ron. Harry fastened the necklace around his neck, ignoring the questions about what the symbols meant.
The rest of the day passed in a blur. Everyone was having a good time enjoying their presents, laughing, and even singing along with the wireless. Ron wanted to be alone with Harry, but there were too many people around.
The first moment they were close to alone was cleaning the kitchen after stuffing themselves at dinner. George was helping them, but he was lost in his own world as he packed away the leftovers and Harry and Ron tackled the dishes.
"So you like it?" Ron asked quietly.
Harry beamed at him and reached up to stroke the necklace. The motion drew attention to Harry's neck and collarbone, making Ron ache to kiss and lick the smooth skin. "I love it. Thank you."
"I'm glad. I wanted to get you something special, and Hermione said a ring might be pushing you too fast." Ron hit his forehead with a soapy hand. He hadn't meant to say that.
"This is perfect. You're perfect," Harry said, turning to completely face Ron.
"I just want you to know I've been thinking about you the whole time. It's not about the ropes; it's about you-us. Let me prove it to you. Let me be with you without the ropes," Ron said quickly, wanting Harry to know how he felt.
"Yes," Harry whispered, leaning closer to him.
Ron's breath caught in his throat as Harry moved nearer, stretching up to bring his lips to Ron's. It was soft, gentle, and quick, but Ron's lips tingled at the contact. When Harry pulled back, Ron couldn't stop himself from following and kissing Harry again. This kiss was more demanding as Ron finally had what he'd wanted for so long.
"Ahem."
Harry and Ron broke apart, grinning guilty as they looked at George.
"So this is new?" George asked in obvious amusement.
Harry looked at Ron and blushed. "Er, yeah. Brand new."
"Pretty much just started," Ron added, wrapping his arms around Harry's waist.
"Brilliant," George said with a whistle. "Why don't you two go explore this new development? I'll cover for you."
"Ta," Ron said, pulling Harry closer.
"Anything to get you out of my flat, mate," George said, waving his hand in dismissal.
Harry and Ron were still laughing as Harry Apparated them both to Grimmauld Place.
Shaking from the landing, Ron looked at Harry. Harry looked back at him, and they both shifted awkwardly. Now that he had Harry, he wasn't sure what to do with him.
"Um-"
"So-"
Ron laughed and moved forward to kiss Harry. He was a bit terrified now that it was all really happening, but he also felt free and relieved.
Harry met his lips eagerly, kissing Ron back with a passion that overwhelmed him. Their lips pressed together and their tongues met, passing back and forth as the kiss grew more and more intense.
Harry's hands clutched tight against Ron's back, keeping them pressed together as they explored each other's mouths. Ron's hands couldn't stop moving, roving through Harry's soft hair, down his back, and over his arse. Harry broke the kiss, panting as he moved his mouth down Ron's throat, licking and sucking with abandon.
A loud moan escaped Ron's lips. His neck was always sensitive, but somehow, the knowledge that it was Harry's mouth placing the soft open-mouth kisses over his collarbone made it even more arousing. Ron pulled at Harry's shirt, tugging at the buttons in frustration. He wanted to feel more of Harry, to touch everything he'd seen but been denied before. Harry pulled back, shrugging his shirt off, and tugging Ron's jumper over his head.
Harry's hands ran down his chest, stroking his sides before returning to gently pinch his nipples. Ron groaned and arched into the touch, wanting to feel even more. He unbuttoned Harry's trousers, earning him several moans as his hand moved over Harry's growing erection. When he pulled the trousers down, Harry toed off his shoes and removed his trousers and pants, leaving him completely naked for Ron to admire. Harry didn't let Ron look for long, tugging at Ron's trousers and helping Ron out of them.
Ron blushed as Harry looked him over, taking in his skinny body with what could only be described as a hungry expression. Ron growled and pinned Harry to the wall, rubbing their bodies together. Harry shifted and wrapped his leg around Ron's waist, pulling them closer and allowing their cocks to rub against each other.
Ron had never imagined it could feel so good to just press his cock against Harry's as they rocked together. Harry's mouth found his in a passionate kiss, letting teeth, tongues, and lips push together in a frantic rhythm that matched the one set by their hips. Harry moved his hand between them, rubbing his fingers over the head of Ron's cock before holding both cocks together and stroking up and down.
The pressure was too much, and every nerve in Ron's body was on fire with pleasure and want, he could feel the heat pooling in his groin as his muscles tightened. He groaned into their kiss then felt himself fall apart against Harry. Shockwaves tore through him as his orgasm seemed to last forever. While he was still coming back down, he felt Harry's hand speed up between them and a warmth splash against his chest as Harry cried out.
When Ron's legs finally felt strong enough to move, he pulled back, taking in the sight of Harry flushed and panting, a few drops of sweat trailing from his forehead down his cheek. Ron ran his hand over Harry's cheek, wiping the sweat away as he grinned.
"Well that was bloody brilliant," Ron said, making Harry laugh.
"Yeah, it was," Harry said, still grinning happily. "I could use a shower. Care to join me?"
Ron knew the grin on his face was as big as Harry's. "Sounds good to me."
Harry's large shower was perfect for two, and they spent the first few minutes washing each other, laughing, and kissing under the warm water.
Ron was surprised when Harry slipped to his knees, pushing Ron's legs apart to kiss his thighs then across his hips. Harry's hand was soapy as it slid between his legs touching the area behind his balls then slipping further back. Harry mouthed Ron's reawakening cock, licking and sucking up and down the side before running his tongue over the head, making Ron cry out.
Ron leaned back against the shower wall, unable to maintain balance when Harry's mouth took in his cock and swallowed it to the root. Ron's hands went to Harry's hair. Harry was bobbing up and down, swallowing around Ron's cock as his fingers began stroking Ron's entrance. Ron gasped, accidently tugging Harry's hair as the finger pressed slowly inside him. Instead of pulling back, Harry arched into Ron's hand. Ron grabbed Harry's hair tighter earning him a loud moan that vibrated around his cock.
Harry's finger slid slowly in and out of him, crooking inside as if Harry was searching for something before a second finger joined the first, causing a slight burn with the stretch. In all the times he'd thought about sex with Harry, he'd imagined he would be the one inside Harry. Now, he wondered what Harry actually preferred, and found he was curious to try either way.
A flare of pleasure went up his spine as Harry's fingers brushed past a sensitive spot. He'd heard of such things, but he hadn't thought it would feel so good. Harry's mouth and fingers sped up, and Ron couldn't hold back any longer. He held Harry's head tightly as his orgasm ripped through him, making him cry out.
Harry continued sucking and licking until Ron was too sensitive and pulled him away. "Like that?" Harry asked, letting Ron help him stand.
"Oh. Yes," Ron said, his voice hoarse. "Now it's your turn."
Harry laughed and headed off for the bedroom, giving Ron a good view of his arse as it bobbed in front of him. Catching up, Ron threw Harry on the bed and straddled him, leaning down to kiss him soundly before sliding his mouth down Harry's chest. It was firm, and Ron loved the feel of the strong muscles under his tongue as he explored. When he licked over one nipple, Harry cried out and his hands shot out to hold Ron's head.
Grinning, Ron licked and sucked each nipple, tugging lightly with his teeth as Harry whimpered and moaned. When he finally moved down to Harry's stomach, Harry was writhing and pushing against him. Ron took his time though, wanting to prolong his exploration. He made his way down Harry's hip biting and sucking. He bypassed Harry's groin in favour of his thighs, discovering how sensitive Harry was as each lick made Harry shudder and whine.
When he finally moved closer to Harry's cock, Harry's breathing sped up, coming in soft pants as Ron teased the skin behind Harry's balls with his tongue then sucked one globe into his mouth. It was strange and tasted a bit musky, but the way Harry arched and cried out made it Ron's new favourite activity. He gave the other ball the same attention, releasing it with a soft pop.
"Ron, please," Harry pleaded. "More, please."
He mouthed his way up Harry's cock, licking the head and tasting the salty liquid that pooled in the slit. He'd never felt so in control and happy as he began sucking the head of Harry's cock, too nervous to take more in. Harry jerked and groaned as Ron put his hand around the base of Harry's cock and squeezed. He stroked Harry's cock as he continued to lick and suck the head, sliding further down with each movement.
When Ron began to gag, he pulled back, returning to a more comfortable position. He stopped to bring his own fingers to his mouth, wetting them as best he could before returning to Harry's cock. Ron's slick fingers circled Harry's entrance, feeling the wrinkled skin and wondering how a cock could ever fit in the small hole. He slowly slid a finger inside, and Harry moaned, pushing back against Ron's hand. Ron added a second finger, thrusting them in and out of the tight heat as Harry writhed under him.
"Yes, Ron, yes, there, please." Harry's words were an almost incoherent chant as he panted and moaned.
Ron was sure there couldn't be anything sexier or more amazing than Harry lost in pleasure. He loved being the one making Harry so free and wild. It was a different kind of caretaking than the bondage, but it gave him the same heady feeling of responsibility and control that he loved.
Harry's noises and motions were growing more frantic, and Ron pulled his mouth away and fisted Harry's cock in time with the fingers still thrusting inside him until Harry yelled, "Ron," then erupted over his stomach and Ron's hand.
"You're messy again," Ron said, running his hand through the liquid on Harry's chest. "Might need another shower."
"Need sleep," Harry groaned.
Ron laughed and moved from the bed, leaving Harry stretched out and totally relaxed. He went downstairs and gathered their clothes and wands, stopping by the bathroom on his way back to Harry to grab a flannel.
When Ron returned, Harry's eyes were half-closed. As Ron carefully cleaned Harry, Harry lifted up to smile at him. "Ta," he said sleepily.
"That's what I'm here for." Ron said, sliding in bed beside Harry. "This is going to be brilliant, isn't it? I mean everything. Not just the sex or the ropes."
"Yeah, I think so," Harry said, cuddling against Ron's chest. "I'm glad you're here with me, and that you take good care of me," Harry said, sounding almost asleep.
"Always," Ron whispered into Harry's hair because he knew that was the truth. His place was by Harry's side, helping him, taking care of him, and loving him no matter what Harry needed.
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Coda
Strong arms helped him out of the bath. He felt more relaxed already, his body warm and pliant as he was led to the bed and laid gently down. Large hands ran down his back and arms, massaging away the tension from the day. Just when he was sleepy from the attention, he was rolled over and helped to stand up so the evening could truly begin.
Soft candlelight reflected off of his lover's vibrant hair, and he could see the soft smile and concentration on his lover's face as he gathered the strands of rope in his hands. Giving control to someone else, letting someone else be the one to bind him, wasn't terrifying; it was the safest he ever felt.
The ropes caressed his skin, being expertly pulled and twisted to give him the greatest sensation. He was helpless now, tied so that he couldn't move. He struggled against the bonds, testing their strength. Feeling the constricting comfort, he went limp. He loved having someone to take care of him, to tie him up and let him be free of all the pressures in his life. Releasing everything but the moment, he smiled as he became lost in the warmth and safety on his bonds and his lover.
The rope tugged against his thigh, scratching gently and he moaned. Another rope was tied around his groin, letting him know that there would be a sexual element to their scene. Usually, the bondage wasn't sexual, just about comfort and surrender, but occasionally, his lover would place the knots strategically so that each struggle against his bonds would increase his arousal. Sometimes, he would receive release while still tied up, unable to do anything but accept the pleasure given to him. Other times, it would be a slow tease, building him gradually until everything was removed and it was just them again.
He surrendered completely as his lover moved him back to the bed, trusting in the knowledge that whatever happened, he'd be cared for completely.