DRABBLE: Sweet Victory.
Title: Sweet Victory
Ratings/Warnings: NC-17; male oral
Characters: Ron Weasley, Lavender Brown, mentions of Hermione Granger
Pairings: Ron/Lavender
Word Count: 500
Note: Written for round four of the Hump Madness challenge at hp_humpdrabbles. The prompt was victory. This is set during HBP, right after Ron and Lavender walk in on an upset Hermione during the post-Quidditch celebrations.
Disclaimer: All characters and things you recognize belong to the genius that is J.K. Rowling. Words are mine.
As soon as the door shut behind Harry, Lavender re-entered the room and ran to Ron’s aid. While he continued to swear, she sent the remaining birds out the window and immediately set to kissing every wound inflicted by them.
“Bloody hell, I can’t believe she did that,” Ron growled.
“Let’s not talk about her,” Lavender said, her tone clipped and her expression pained.
Ron seemed oblivious. “But she’s so-”
“Ron,” Lavender interrupted, and before he could say anything else, Lavender’s mouth covered his in an enthusiastic kiss.
When Lavender’s hand began kneading his crotch through his robes, Ron jumped, startled. Lavender chuckled as she opened them.
Ron stilled her hands. “Lav, wait, what’re you-”
“Shhh,” she cut him off again. “We’re celebrating. Let me … congratulate you.” Following the last words, she winked, her hand already stroking his half-hard penis through his shorts.
Ron made a kind of gurgling sound in his throat but couldn’t manage much more than that. Lavender continued to stroke him softly until he was almost fully hard, and then she pulled his shorts down over his erection.
She looked up at him through her eyelashes for a moment before beginning to trace light kisses up his shaft. Ron’s mouth went slack; he shuddered when she reached up and lightly fondled his balls. When she took the head of his cock in her mouth, Ron groaned loudly and couldn’t seem to stop his hands from flying into her hair and gripping tightly. Any wariness he had was lost now in his lust.
She worked him slowly, swirling her tongue around the head and along the bottom ridge. She’d take a little more of him into her mouth briefly and then move back up, nearly letting him fall from between her lips several times. The tense moments of teasing left Ron on edge and gasping each time it seemed she was going to stop. Her expert fingers played with his balls lightly and circled the base of his penis while she took him deeper, hollowing her cheeks as her nose neared his abdomen.
“Bloody he-hell,” Ron moaned again, his breath hitching as Lavender simultaneously flicked her tongue against the tip and cupped his balls, squeezing them softly in her palm. “Lav, I’m gonna-Merlin-I’m gonna come,” he warned her, thinking she would pull away so he could spend himself onto the floor.
Instead she merely hummed around him, triggering a spasm of pleasure through his body, and sucked harder. With a shout, Ron came right into her mouth.
Lavender waited for him to fully soften before she slipped her mouth away and swallowed, grinning up at him.
“Congratulations, Won-Won,” she said with a giggle. Ron had to hold back his scowl at the nickname as she stood and kissed him.
But as Lavender’s tongue brushed his teeth, it was Hermione’s angry face that came to mind. The image sent an uncomfortable jolt to his stomach.
Suddenly this victory no longer felt as sweet.
Ratings/Warnings: NC-17; male oral
Characters: Ron Weasley, Lavender Brown, mentions of Hermione Granger
Pairings: Ron/Lavender
Word Count: 500
Note: Written for round four of the Hump Madness challenge at hp_humpdrabbles. The prompt was victory. This is set during HBP, right after Ron and Lavender walk in on an upset Hermione during the post-Quidditch celebrations.
Disclaimer: All characters and things you recognize belong to the genius that is J.K. Rowling. Words are mine.
As soon as the door shut behind Harry, Lavender re-entered the room and ran to Ron’s aid. While he continued to swear, she sent the remaining birds out the window and immediately set to kissing every wound inflicted by them.
“Bloody hell, I can’t believe she did that,” Ron growled.
“Let’s not talk about her,” Lavender said, her tone clipped and her expression pained.
Ron seemed oblivious. “But she’s so-”
“Ron,” Lavender interrupted, and before he could say anything else, Lavender’s mouth covered his in an enthusiastic kiss.
When Lavender’s hand began kneading his crotch through his robes, Ron jumped, startled. Lavender chuckled as she opened them.
Ron stilled her hands. “Lav, wait, what’re you-”
“Shhh,” she cut him off again. “We’re celebrating. Let me … congratulate you.” Following the last words, she winked, her hand already stroking his half-hard penis through his shorts.
Ron made a kind of gurgling sound in his throat but couldn’t manage much more than that. Lavender continued to stroke him softly until he was almost fully hard, and then she pulled his shorts down over his erection.
She looked up at him through her eyelashes for a moment before beginning to trace light kisses up his shaft. Ron’s mouth went slack; he shuddered when she reached up and lightly fondled his balls. When she took the head of his cock in her mouth, Ron groaned loudly and couldn’t seem to stop his hands from flying into her hair and gripping tightly. Any wariness he had was lost now in his lust.
She worked him slowly, swirling her tongue around the head and along the bottom ridge. She’d take a little more of him into her mouth briefly and then move back up, nearly letting him fall from between her lips several times. The tense moments of teasing left Ron on edge and gasping each time it seemed she was going to stop. Her expert fingers played with his balls lightly and circled the base of his penis while she took him deeper, hollowing her cheeks as her nose neared his abdomen.
“Bloody he-hell,” Ron moaned again, his breath hitching as Lavender simultaneously flicked her tongue against the tip and cupped his balls, squeezing them softly in her palm. “Lav, I’m gonna-Merlin-I’m gonna come,” he warned her, thinking she would pull away so he could spend himself onto the floor.
Instead she merely hummed around him, triggering a spasm of pleasure through his body, and sucked harder. With a shout, Ron came right into her mouth.
Lavender waited for him to fully soften before she slipped her mouth away and swallowed, grinning up at him.
“Congratulations, Won-Won,” she said with a giggle. Ron had to hold back his scowl at the nickname as she stood and kissed him.
But as Lavender’s tongue brushed his teeth, it was Hermione’s angry face that came to mind. The image sent an uncomfortable jolt to his stomach.
Suddenly this victory no longer felt as sweet.