Fic w/art for ozma_katiebell
For: ozma_katiebell
From: knic26
Title: The After Effects of a Forced Vacation
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Harry is still adventurous and Ron is mostly along for the ride.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but I like to watch them play.
Warnings: M/M sex, rimming, oral, suspicious absence of plot
Author's Note: Thanks to K & J for art and story beta. ozma_katiebell, I am sorry, but plot just wasn't working for me so I tried to play with some art to make up for it :-D
Last week's assignment in Bora Bora was good for him. It was an effortless job that was meant to capitalize on our fame, which he hates, but for the sake of his relaxation and the gorgeous tan he is now sporting; I would gladly go back to some unknown tropical location again and again. He took his shower while I was downstairs finishing up paper work on the trip. Now he is lying on his stomach in bed, sheet settled low on his back, with all that tanned skin on display. He is absolutely beautiful.
I know beautiful is a description for women, but after dating the Handsome Hermione with her set jaw and her severe haircut and her determination to rise above any man or woman in the ministry, sexy as she was, it was time for me to find a softer companion. Strange how the man is softer than the woman. Harry is still powerful and hot, but he has a sweetness and an empathy that Hermione couldn't fake if she wanted.
Enough about old loves. I have the man I will spend the rest of my life with lying on the bed, waiting to be debauched. As his head turns toward me, half-open emerald eyes take my breath away. "Are you going to stand there all night? I did have plans for some activities, but if you are too tired from multiple trans-continental portkeys..."
That spurred me into action. I walked to the bed and sat straddling his back. I started kissing that beautiful back while murmuring 'I love you's' and other terms of endearment. As I kissed down over his sleek, lean muscles he started to twist and squirm.
"Ah, ah, ah, luv. I need you to stay still."
"I need you."
"And you will have me, but right now, Harry, I need you to be a good boy. Grab the bars."
A touch activated sticking charm on the bars of the headboard was his invention about six months before. I didn't quite realize what a kinky bugger my Harry was, but I quickly learned once we got together and he finally let go of all his insecurities. Rather ingenious, that charm. There has to be intent on the part of the grabber for the grab to hold, but once the person is locked in, only an orgasm, or true loss of 'the feeling' will allow the person to let go. Harry won't be letting go for a while yet.
"On your knees." With his bum in the air like that, he should look ridiculous. He should look like some two-bit whore. He shouldn't look like the sexiest man in the world and I shouldn't want to shag him until he can't move. More kisses across the globes of his arse became kisses directly around his rosebud. Kitten licks became shallow stabs, and minor moans became serious groans. I relished every minute of it. I have rimmed him to orgasm several times before, and tonight it could happen again. Harry is one of those rare men that can ejaculate without a hand on his cock. I love it.
"Ron...fuck...RON...I'm so close. Want you in me....ugggggghhhh."
As much as I wanted to make him come on my tongue alone, my cock couldn't resist such a pretty request. With one last slurp and kiss, I pulled my mouth away from his arse and reached for the lube. Two fingers became three and I sank into him. For the next few minutes, I only heard unintelligible moans, but it was the best music I could ever imagine. Soon, my world went white as the ripples from his orgasm drew mine from me.
I had the presence of mind not to collapse onto him as he turned over. My head pillowed was on his chest as he ran his fingers through my hair. "Damn, Ron! I really needed that. The crap assignment, the sun and beach, and especially that shag. Thank you for talking me into going to Bora Bora."
"Harry. The assignment was not crap. We went on a one week vacation funded by the Auror Corps. We did all of three hours of 'work' if you call giving a few speeches work, and spent the majority of the rest of the time being served fruity alcoholic drinks from sexy cabana boys. And you never have to talk me into a shag."
"I love you."
"I love you, too." I felt his breathing start to even into sleep, then a tentative question.
"Hey...ummm...how do you feel about handcuffs?"
"Go to sleep, Harry." That is definitely a conversation for a different time.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"So...Ron, do you remember last week?" He was not looking at me and working up to babbling. He was nervous about something, but ever the Gryffindor, he will get through this even if he spontaneously combusts from embarrassment. He is so cute.
"Which part? The part where we had no time to recover from our trip before we were sent out on thirteen cases, or the part where we had to do paperwork on all said cases?"
"The part about handcuffs."
"Oh. umm.."
My Harry. I don't know how he can make me frustrated about work to half-hard in a nanosecond, but he has the ability with just one word. Handcuffs. When we were away in Bora Bora, we saw the Magical Law Enforcement agents give a presentation about the Muggle devices and their magical enhancements for wizards that flee to the tropical locale to escape punishment.
Crime is relatively unknown on the little Island, so the law officials have time to think up new ways to apprehend their special guests while not scaring the Muggles into thinking that their vacation destination was a mistake. That's where these handcuffs come in. Harry got a pair at the conference. They disappear while being worn, and magically stretch enough for their hands to be near their side, so if a criminal is wearing them, they look like they are being politely escorted through the streets of town rather than forcefully removed.
"How did you want to use them?"
"I don't know, Ron. Maybe you could be the big bad Auror and I could be your prisoner, or you could be the prisoner. I'm up for either. I don't know about attaching to the bed, since we already have that charm...unless you wanted to cuff my feet. The handcuffs can expand and stretched into shackles...."
He started to get that far away look in his eyes and babbled for another five minutes about restraint possibilities. The entire time I listened, my cock rose to complete and total attention, not because of the restraints, I really don't care for restriction of my movement nor his, but because he was so excited about the possibilities. Because I could see the light in his eyes as his dick became harder in his shorts. Because it really turned him on, and a turned on Harry leads to a turned on Ron! I tilted my head down and rubbed at the bridge of my nose.
"Harry...Harry...HARRY!"
"Oh, umm...yah?" His face was flushed and he was unconsciously rubbing his hardening cock. Damn that sexy man!
"Love, this is what we will do. You will come up with a plan, tell me the most basic things, and I will go along with it. If you want me to be the big bad Auror, let me know when and where. If you want to do it, tell me what crime I am committing and how." The smile he gave me could have lit the entire world. After a not so quick kiss he ran off to the bedroom to plan his fantasy. I was going to be in for something very interesting.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Friday night was welcome after a fucked up work week. I think the higher ups in the department wanted to punish us for going on the "vacation" that they insisted we take. Harry and I had been worked to the bone, but sometime after lunch, I got a note.
"There will be a slippery suspect at the PlayPen tonight. Be ready with your 'Handcuffs', Auror Weasley." That told me that I was to apprehend my 'suspect' tonight. Harry never gave me much of a clue about how his fantasy would play out. Some enigmatic smiles and a few of his mind-melting blow jobs stopped me from asking too many questions, and now I have my instructions. I will never know why he wanted us to go to the seediest Muggle gay club in Kent, but I can just imagine the types of 'crimes' he will commit over the course of the night.
I Apparated to a dark alley near the club to see what looked like a prostitute and pimp having an unhappy reunion. A huge burly Muggle started beating the smaller rent boy to a pulp. Before I realized what I was doing, I had Stupified the bigger guy and gone straight into Auror mode. I quickly sent a Patronus to Harry to let him know where I was, praying that he wasn't yet inside. I would already have a bit of explaining to do.
"Who is that? Why was he using you as a punching bag? What the Hell?" Thankfully, a few incidents prompted the MLE to give all Aurors Muggle law credentials and badges just in case, so I was able to arrest the scumbag and ask some questions of the rent-boy without raising much suspicion. He was too busy getting the shit beat out of him to see me appear out of thin air, and a quick memory charm on the big guy would take care of him. Harry walked into the alley as I was questioning Geoff, the rent-boy, and we were able to call in the local law enforcement to clear the scene.
"My Hero!" Hopefully Harry wouldn't be too disappointed, but I didn't think playing out Aurors and Bad Guys would be such a good idea after that confrontation.
"Shut up, Harry. I'm sorry about your fantasy. It was slightly ruined." With all the excitement, I hadn't yet got a good look at his outfit. A fitted black shirt and dark denims that framed his thighs and arse beautifully. His eyes were lightly rimmed in kohl which made the green that much more intense.
"That's all right, love. You were being noble and wonderful. We can act out my fantasies anytime."
"I do still have the handcuffs. Maybe we could still do something with them at home."
"Sounds good. Umm...Ron?"
"Yes, Harry."
"I bought something new today to help with the fantasy."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." That night, Harry sat naked on one of our dining room chairs, hands cuffed behind his back, as I alternately kissed, licked and used his new flogger to hit the tender flesh of his thighs, his back, his nipples. Fuck, he was hot. Each moan and groan made me want him that much more, until finally, I cast stretching and lubricating charms on myself and sank onto his hard penis. I kissed his lips and rode his cock to an amazing orgasm. I came all over his chest and he exploded inside me.
Hot, sweaty, and tired, I unlocked Harry's hands and he cast cleaning charms on both of us. We collapsed onto bed in a satiated heap.
"I love you, Ron. Thanks for going with my odd plans."
"I love you, and all your strange plots. It keeps life interesting, to say the least!" I felt his breath start to even in near sleep, then a tentative question.
"Hey, ummm....How do you feel about butt-plugs?"
"Goodnight Harry!"
From: knic26
Title: The After Effects of a Forced Vacation
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Harry is still adventurous and Ron is mostly along for the ride.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but I like to watch them play.
Warnings: M/M sex, rimming, oral, suspicious absence of plot
Author's Note: Thanks to K & J for art and story beta. ozma_katiebell, I am sorry, but plot just wasn't working for me so I tried to play with some art to make up for it :-D
Last week's assignment in Bora Bora was good for him. It was an effortless job that was meant to capitalize on our fame, which he hates, but for the sake of his relaxation and the gorgeous tan he is now sporting; I would gladly go back to some unknown tropical location again and again. He took his shower while I was downstairs finishing up paper work on the trip. Now he is lying on his stomach in bed, sheet settled low on his back, with all that tanned skin on display. He is absolutely beautiful.
I know beautiful is a description for women, but after dating the Handsome Hermione with her set jaw and her severe haircut and her determination to rise above any man or woman in the ministry, sexy as she was, it was time for me to find a softer companion. Strange how the man is softer than the woman. Harry is still powerful and hot, but he has a sweetness and an empathy that Hermione couldn't fake if she wanted.
Enough about old loves. I have the man I will spend the rest of my life with lying on the bed, waiting to be debauched. As his head turns toward me, half-open emerald eyes take my breath away. "Are you going to stand there all night? I did have plans for some activities, but if you are too tired from multiple trans-continental portkeys..."
That spurred me into action. I walked to the bed and sat straddling his back. I started kissing that beautiful back while murmuring 'I love you's' and other terms of endearment. As I kissed down over his sleek, lean muscles he started to twist and squirm.
"Ah, ah, ah, luv. I need you to stay still."
"I need you."
"And you will have me, but right now, Harry, I need you to be a good boy. Grab the bars."
A touch activated sticking charm on the bars of the headboard was his invention about six months before. I didn't quite realize what a kinky bugger my Harry was, but I quickly learned once we got together and he finally let go of all his insecurities. Rather ingenious, that charm. There has to be intent on the part of the grabber for the grab to hold, but once the person is locked in, only an orgasm, or true loss of 'the feeling' will allow the person to let go. Harry won't be letting go for a while yet.
"On your knees." With his bum in the air like that, he should look ridiculous. He should look like some two-bit whore. He shouldn't look like the sexiest man in the world and I shouldn't want to shag him until he can't move. More kisses across the globes of his arse became kisses directly around his rosebud. Kitten licks became shallow stabs, and minor moans became serious groans. I relished every minute of it. I have rimmed him to orgasm several times before, and tonight it could happen again. Harry is one of those rare men that can ejaculate without a hand on his cock. I love it.
"Ron...fuck...RON...I'm so close. Want you in me....ugggggghhhh."
As much as I wanted to make him come on my tongue alone, my cock couldn't resist such a pretty request. With one last slurp and kiss, I pulled my mouth away from his arse and reached for the lube. Two fingers became three and I sank into him. For the next few minutes, I only heard unintelligible moans, but it was the best music I could ever imagine. Soon, my world went white as the ripples from his orgasm drew mine from me.
I had the presence of mind not to collapse onto him as he turned over. My head pillowed was on his chest as he ran his fingers through my hair. "Damn, Ron! I really needed that. The crap assignment, the sun and beach, and especially that shag. Thank you for talking me into going to Bora Bora."
"Harry. The assignment was not crap. We went on a one week vacation funded by the Auror Corps. We did all of three hours of 'work' if you call giving a few speeches work, and spent the majority of the rest of the time being served fruity alcoholic drinks from sexy cabana boys. And you never have to talk me into a shag."
"I love you."
"I love you, too." I felt his breathing start to even into sleep, then a tentative question.
"Hey...ummm...how do you feel about handcuffs?"
"Go to sleep, Harry." That is definitely a conversation for a different time.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"So...Ron, do you remember last week?" He was not looking at me and working up to babbling. He was nervous about something, but ever the Gryffindor, he will get through this even if he spontaneously combusts from embarrassment. He is so cute.
"Which part? The part where we had no time to recover from our trip before we were sent out on thirteen cases, or the part where we had to do paperwork on all said cases?"
"The part about handcuffs."
"Oh. umm.."
My Harry. I don't know how he can make me frustrated about work to half-hard in a nanosecond, but he has the ability with just one word. Handcuffs. When we were away in Bora Bora, we saw the Magical Law Enforcement agents give a presentation about the Muggle devices and their magical enhancements for wizards that flee to the tropical locale to escape punishment.
Crime is relatively unknown on the little Island, so the law officials have time to think up new ways to apprehend their special guests while not scaring the Muggles into thinking that their vacation destination was a mistake. That's where these handcuffs come in. Harry got a pair at the conference. They disappear while being worn, and magically stretch enough for their hands to be near their side, so if a criminal is wearing them, they look like they are being politely escorted through the streets of town rather than forcefully removed.
"How did you want to use them?"
"I don't know, Ron. Maybe you could be the big bad Auror and I could be your prisoner, or you could be the prisoner. I'm up for either. I don't know about attaching to the bed, since we already have that charm...unless you wanted to cuff my feet. The handcuffs can expand and stretched into shackles...."
He started to get that far away look in his eyes and babbled for another five minutes about restraint possibilities. The entire time I listened, my cock rose to complete and total attention, not because of the restraints, I really don't care for restriction of my movement nor his, but because he was so excited about the possibilities. Because I could see the light in his eyes as his dick became harder in his shorts. Because it really turned him on, and a turned on Harry leads to a turned on Ron! I tilted my head down and rubbed at the bridge of my nose.
"Harry...Harry...HARRY!"
"Oh, umm...yah?" His face was flushed and he was unconsciously rubbing his hardening cock. Damn that sexy man!
"Love, this is what we will do. You will come up with a plan, tell me the most basic things, and I will go along with it. If you want me to be the big bad Auror, let me know when and where. If you want to do it, tell me what crime I am committing and how." The smile he gave me could have lit the entire world. After a not so quick kiss he ran off to the bedroom to plan his fantasy. I was going to be in for something very interesting.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Friday night was welcome after a fucked up work week. I think the higher ups in the department wanted to punish us for going on the "vacation" that they insisted we take. Harry and I had been worked to the bone, but sometime after lunch, I got a note.
"There will be a slippery suspect at the PlayPen tonight. Be ready with your 'Handcuffs', Auror Weasley." That told me that I was to apprehend my 'suspect' tonight. Harry never gave me much of a clue about how his fantasy would play out. Some enigmatic smiles and a few of his mind-melting blow jobs stopped me from asking too many questions, and now I have my instructions. I will never know why he wanted us to go to the seediest Muggle gay club in Kent, but I can just imagine the types of 'crimes' he will commit over the course of the night.
I Apparated to a dark alley near the club to see what looked like a prostitute and pimp having an unhappy reunion. A huge burly Muggle started beating the smaller rent boy to a pulp. Before I realized what I was doing, I had Stupified the bigger guy and gone straight into Auror mode. I quickly sent a Patronus to Harry to let him know where I was, praying that he wasn't yet inside. I would already have a bit of explaining to do.
"Who is that? Why was he using you as a punching bag? What the Hell?" Thankfully, a few incidents prompted the MLE to give all Aurors Muggle law credentials and badges just in case, so I was able to arrest the scumbag and ask some questions of the rent-boy without raising much suspicion. He was too busy getting the shit beat out of him to see me appear out of thin air, and a quick memory charm on the big guy would take care of him. Harry walked into the alley as I was questioning Geoff, the rent-boy, and we were able to call in the local law enforcement to clear the scene.
"My Hero!" Hopefully Harry wouldn't be too disappointed, but I didn't think playing out Aurors and Bad Guys would be such a good idea after that confrontation.
"Shut up, Harry. I'm sorry about your fantasy. It was slightly ruined." With all the excitement, I hadn't yet got a good look at his outfit. A fitted black shirt and dark denims that framed his thighs and arse beautifully. His eyes were lightly rimmed in kohl which made the green that much more intense.
"That's all right, love. You were being noble and wonderful. We can act out my fantasies anytime."
"I do still have the handcuffs. Maybe we could still do something with them at home."
"Sounds good. Umm...Ron?"
"Yes, Harry."
"I bought something new today to help with the fantasy."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." That night, Harry sat naked on one of our dining room chairs, hands cuffed behind his back, as I alternately kissed, licked and used his new flogger to hit the tender flesh of his thighs, his back, his nipples. Fuck, he was hot. Each moan and groan made me want him that much more, until finally, I cast stretching and lubricating charms on myself and sank onto his hard penis. I kissed his lips and rode his cock to an amazing orgasm. I came all over his chest and he exploded inside me.
Hot, sweaty, and tired, I unlocked Harry's hands and he cast cleaning charms on both of us. We collapsed onto bed in a satiated heap.
"I love you, Ron. Thanks for going with my odd plans."
"I love you, and all your strange plots. It keeps life interesting, to say the least!" I felt his breath start to even in near sleep, then a tentative question.
"Hey, ummm....How do you feel about butt-plugs?"
"Goodnight Harry!"