Fic: Harry's Welcoming Committee
Title: Harry’s Welcoming Committee
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Author: happybutt87
Rating: NC-17?
Genre: Romance, Slash
Warnings: Food Kink/Fetish, Fluff
Word Count: 764
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters are not my own.
Author’s Note: This is my first time writing fan fiction so any comments/criticism is welcome.
Summary: I’d never realized how turned on I’d get with whipped cream running down my arse crack.
I’d never realized how turned on I’d get with whipped cream running down my arse crack. I should have waited a little longer to prepare myself for Ron’s arrival, but I was too excited about finally having him home after his weeklong absence. The waiting part has always been a weakness of mine. I can’t really be blamed though considering Ron and I hadn’t even been able to break in our new flat before George sent him away on a journey for the infamous Highlighting Hungarian Hummingbird’s droppings. Apparently their shit equals a phosphorescent high and lots of galleons for the Wheezes.
The slam of the front door brings me out of my musings and I shift myself into the proper position for Ron. Loud clopping can be heard from Ron’s heavy boots as he nears the bedroom door; my heart pounding in my ears as I nervously await his entrance. Will he like it? I wonder.
The door opens and Ron halts abruptly in the doorway taking in the scene. His eyes travel my naked body slowly from my crossed legs to the whipped cream covering my prick and up my taut abdominal muscles to the two bright cherries covering my nipples before finally reaching my flushed face.
Ron’s concentration on me is more intense than I’ve ever seen; his usually bright blue eyes are darkened in lust and his heavy breathing only accentuates that broad chest I love to fondle. Ron’s mouth opens then closes before his wet tongue slips out to taste his lush mouth. I gasp before I can stop myself.
His eyes focus on mine with a wicked gleam before he confidently strides to my side. Those strong keeper’s hands reach out to touch me before they pull back; I moan in frustration. Ron smirks worthy of a Slytherin.
He finally moves closer and plucks a cherry by the stem holding it over my mouth. I part my lips without taking my eyes off of him and suck the fruit into my mouth with a soft slurp. He shivers at the noise and watches my mouth as I chew before looking down at the cream covered prick jutting proudly between my legs.
As he lowers his head towards my groin I can’t but think that this was one of my most brilliant ideas.
The first lick of his tongue simply lifts some of the dessert topping without any contact with my prick.
That is not on.
The second lick gently caresses the tip before I thrust my hips up seeking more contact. A white trail of whipped cream smears his mouth and left cheek at which he only raises a silent eyebrow. I can see his tongue slither out and taste the cream on his lips while his right index finger gathers the sticky mess from his cheek. That sinful mouth of his opens wide and inhales his finger, cream and all, up to his knuckles.
I wriggle and groan but his callused hands prevent me from touching myself. His large frame looms over me; I can’t help but feel like he is going to devour me and I can’t wait.
The warm puff of air on my face is the only movement coming from his taut body. Freckled biceps and pale wrists caging me in.
I can’t think of a better prison.
I open my mouth to express my pleas for more, but those cushioned lips steal any and all thoughts from my mind. A slippery tongue seeks entrance and I grant it without pause. Gentle nips and kisses turn to a maelstrom of suckling, biting, swiping until I am breathless and in need of air.
Ron’s chest rises and falls heavily above me until he gently squeezes his rough hands once on my wrists in a staying command before letting go. He lifts his shirttail out of his trousers and deftly divests himself of it moving to unbuckle his belt in quick succession. I hadn’t even noticed that he was still fully clothed, only then realizing that his bulky work boots were digging into my shins. As that freckled body that I love so much is exposed I lie in a blissful state of impatient arousal.
I whisper, “Welcome home,” in Ron’s ear before he tenderly drops a soft kiss on my forehead and falls into my warm embrace. Everything else can wait.
END