[fic] a dream in my eyes, hp, harry/ron/hermione
a dream in my eyes. harry potter. harry/ron/hermione. r. 300. ao3.
leave, harry thinks as soon as he opens the door. leave now.
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Leave, Harry thinks as soon as he opens the door. Leave now. But he can’t. How could he? How could he possibly leave when Ron is on the floor, on his knees, with his face buried between Hermione’s legs and Hermione’s gasping and her hand is ghosting over her hardened nipples?
This is wrong, Harry tells himself but he still can’t force himself to leave. It's like someone’s cast a full body bind curse on him. The only parts of him capable of movement right now are his eyes, his lungs, and his rapidly growing cock.
Hermione arches her back and bucks up into Ron, who moans into her.
Harry whimpers but it must not be as quiet as he thought it was because Hermione’s eyes meet his and instead of anger or embarrassment like he’d expected, her eyes just reflect the desire he knows is shining in his own.
Ron turns his head slightly so he can see what’s grabbed Hermione’s attention and when he sees Harry, he moans and beckons him over with a finger. A slick, wet, finger he must’ve just pulled out of Hermione, and oh fuck. Harry’s hand is hurriedly yanking down the zipper of his jeans so he can palm his aching cock.
“Down,” Hermione commands, her voice breathless, as she nods at Harry’s boxers. Harry rushes to obey her, too turned on to even think of being self-conscious.
Hermione’s eyes light up when she sees his cock.
“I can’t wait to see that in your mouth, Ronald,” she says.
Ron moans and Harry’s mind is flooded with the image of Ron moaning around his cock, his mouth already slick and wet and sore from where it’s been inside Hermione.“Ron, Hermione, fuck,” is all Harry manages before he’s coming all over his hand.
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leave, harry thinks as soon as he opens the door. leave now.
notes: for a
multifandomdrabble treat.
Leave, Harry thinks as soon as he opens the door. Leave now. But he can’t. How could he? How could he possibly leave when Ron is on the floor, on his knees, with his face buried between Hermione’s legs and Hermione’s gasping and her hand is ghosting over her hardened nipples?
This is wrong, Harry tells himself but he still can’t force himself to leave. It's like someone’s cast a full body bind curse on him. The only parts of him capable of movement right now are his eyes, his lungs, and his rapidly growing cock.
Hermione arches her back and bucks up into Ron, who moans into her.
Harry whimpers but it must not be as quiet as he thought it was because Hermione’s eyes meet his and instead of anger or embarrassment like he’d expected, her eyes just reflect the desire he knows is shining in his own.
Ron turns his head slightly so he can see what’s grabbed Hermione’s attention and when he sees Harry, he moans and beckons him over with a finger. A slick, wet, finger he must’ve just pulled out of Hermione, and oh fuck. Harry’s hand is hurriedly yanking down the zipper of his jeans so he can palm his aching cock.
“Down,” Hermione commands, her voice breathless, as she nods at Harry’s boxers. Harry rushes to obey her, too turned on to even think of being self-conscious.
Hermione’s eyes light up when she sees his cock.
“I can’t wait to see that in your mouth, Ronald,” she says.
Ron moans and Harry’s mind is flooded with the image of Ron moaning around his cock, his mouth already slick and wet and sore from where it’s been inside Hermione.“Ron, Hermione, fuck,” is all Harry manages before he’s coming all over his hand.
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