Snake's Embrace: Harry/Ron NC-17
Title: Snake's Embrace
Author: malfoil
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They belong to JK, not me.
A/N: Done for the smut challenge at hd_parseltongue. I'm so sorry it's not H/D but I'm sure I'll come up with some smut for that later. I promise! cmere1 said it was all right to post here.
The lights in the basement of the Ministry of Magic had gone out. It was a strange occurrence, one that made Harry uneasy. After all, it was a building full of magic: how could the lights just evaporate? He'd tried using his wand to create light, but he could only manage a simple "lumos."
"Where are we?" asked Ron, worried.
Harry looked to his right. He could see the pale, freckled face set into panic. He reached out a hand to steady his friend. Ron seemed to lean into the touch instinctively. And then Harry began to panic. He'd wanted Ron for so long. He couldn't even hug his friend without feeling aroused. Things hadn't been the same since Draco had disappeared, leaving him alone with no word as to where he'd gone. Ron had been there for him then, just as he always had been. So had Hermione, but there was something different with Ron, something that pulled Harry in, made him want to touch, to kiss, to taste, to claim.
"Harry?" asked Ron, his voice full of concern.
"Oh, er...sorry, I-did you hear that?" asked Harry suddenly.
"No..." said Ron.
"Shh!" prompted Harry. He felt Ron's hand clasp his own as they moved forward in the darkness. Harry's senses felt heightened, and when he felt the slither of a tale around his and Ron's shoes, he knew instinctively what it was.
"It's a snake," he whispered.
"A...a snake?" asked Ron, his voice climbing several octaves. "What would that be doing here?"
"I don't know," said Harry, shaking his head. He bent down, looking into the snake's black eyes which reflected the dim light from Harry's wand. "How did you get here?" he could hear himself asking.
"Losssst," said the snake, winking.
"Lost?" asked Harry quizzically. He considered which line of questioning he should pursue, but Ron was tugging at his arm. Harry turned to the redhead. "What, what is it? What's wrong?"
"That's-" said Ron, swallowing hard. "I've never heard you speak like that before."
"Yeah you did," said Harry. "During second year."
"Well, it bloody well wasn't like this," said Ron.
Harry noticed the pressure on his arm increasing, and began feeling the heady rush of closeness as Ron sidled closer. "Like what?" he finally managed to ask, his breath feeling choked and dry.
It was Ron's turn to shush Harry as he let his hand slide up Harry's arm, his fingers playing lightly on Harry's neck. Harry could feel his body responding as Ron looked at him uncertainly. He knew Ron wanted this. They'd been friends for long enough for Harry to just know. For months, he'd liked to think that all the touches and friendly hugs were just that: friendly. The way that Ron's eyes shone in the darkness showed him differently.
"Ron," was all he could think of to say as he pressed his lips to his friend's. Ron kissed back, opening his mouth to Harry, letting him explore with his tongue. Their kiss felt warm and welcoming, small nips turning into muted swears as Harry grew bolder, slipping his hand between their bodies and stroking Ron through his trousers. Harry felt surprised at Ron's hardness, felt eager to feel the warm skin beneath his own. It took several tries to get Ron's belt off of him, and Harry threw it to the ground carelessly before vanishing both of their clothes. He pressed Ron into the wall, moaning as he finally felt Ron's body warmth around him, hardness rubbing against hardness.
"Harry, hand me my wand," whispered Ron. Harry reached beside them, where he'd left their wands before undressing. Ron quickly transfigured the fallen belt, looking so focused that Harry turned from the sight of his friend panting, face flushed and lips dark red. Two snakes were on the ground, slithering around each other in circles before beginning to mate. The sound of harsh hissing filled the otherwise still air.
"Tell me what they're saying," whispered Ron. "Tell me, Harry."
Harry could barely see straight. The biting remarks of the snakes filled Harry's mind as his hands wandered over Ron's body, carressing the pale chest before grabbing Ron's waist solidly, bringing their hips together, showing Ron his need, his desire.
"They say-" began Harry.
"No, say it the way they say it," said Ron. Even in the near-dark, Harry could see Ron's blush.
"All right." Harry smirked, changing their position so that the snakes were in his view. Ron began pushing against him, breathing hard and unmeasured in his ear. Harry felt Ron's hand on his cock, stroking quickly as Harry reached further, for his wand, whispering an incantation before slowly placing one digit within the welcome heat of Ron's tightness.
"Fuck," hissed Ron in time with the snakes. Harry used another finger, moving them slowly, spreading Ron wider, enjoying the way Ron bit his lower lip as Harry pushed deeper: it made it so difficult for Harry to hold back from simply taking Ron, forcing him down on his own swollen arousal, making Ron feel the way Harry needed him, had needed him for so long...
"That's the plan," whispered Harry in Ron's ear. Ron let out a small whimper as a third finger was added within, pushing into his hole. Harry listened to the snakes joining together, writhing on the floor in their mating ritual. He echoed the words in Ron's ear as he magicked a chair, sitting on it, watching Ron straddle him.
As he entered Ron's tight heat, he translated the words, repeating them once in parseltongue, once in English.
Join together bonds of ours
Ron cried out as Harry pushed in, past the last barrier, sinking his cock deep in Ron's arse, enjoying the tight heat. He began to fuck Ron, too hot, too aroused to go slowly. Ron gritted his teeth, a swear escaping his mouth every now and then. Harry closed his eyes, wanting to feel nothing but the way Ron felt around him. How he, Harry, felt as he filled his friend.
Tails together, hearts as one
"I've wanted this so long, Harry," said Ron as Harry kissed his neck, bit down into his skin, tasting the sweat, the want, Ron. Harry looked up into Ron's eyes, and saw nothing but the feeling he'd missed for too long. He brought his hand between their bodies once more, loving the way Ron arched into his hand as be began to move his hand around Ron's cock, feeling it twitch in his hand.
Bind me now with your skin
Harry pushed harder, forcing more of himself in. He buried himself in Ron, wanting to lose himself within, to go as deep as he could with his mind and with his body. Ron groaned as Harry pushed, with Harry using one hand to steady Ron above him, to hold him still as he pounded into him.
I am yours, belong to you
Harry felt the warmths of Ron's release on his hands as Ron came, his come spurting over their stomachs, the only word to leave his lips being Harry's name.
Belong to me, you are mine
The snakes quieted then as if in deference to Harry as he pushed, once, twice, then screamed. Ron was biting his neck, hard, kissing and biting, his hole tightening around Harry's cock purposefully. Harry couldn't hold back then - not that he'd been trying - and came inside his friend. His body shuddered as he filled Ron's arse with himself, his warmth, his pearly heat.
You are mine
"I love you," whispered Ron, sinking his head against Harry's shoulder, panting from the effort.
Harry fingered his neck at the place Ron had bitten. The skin was broken and felt bruised, but he didn't care. Instead, he looked at the snakes, coiled on the floor. It was almost impossible to distinguish one body from the other.
Harry locked his arms and limbs around Ron's body, brushing his lips against Ron's neck, collarbone, cheeks, and lips. Ron slipped his arms around Harry and they sat there, in the middle of the room, dark and hidden, coiled together.
"You are mine," whispered Harry, his voice full of unknown hisses.
Author: malfoil
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They belong to JK, not me.
A/N: Done for the smut challenge at hd_parseltongue. I'm so sorry it's not H/D but I'm sure I'll come up with some smut for that later. I promise! cmere1 said it was all right to post here.
The lights in the basement of the Ministry of Magic had gone out. It was a strange occurrence, one that made Harry uneasy. After all, it was a building full of magic: how could the lights just evaporate? He'd tried using his wand to create light, but he could only manage a simple "lumos."
"Where are we?" asked Ron, worried.
Harry looked to his right. He could see the pale, freckled face set into panic. He reached out a hand to steady his friend. Ron seemed to lean into the touch instinctively. And then Harry began to panic. He'd wanted Ron for so long. He couldn't even hug his friend without feeling aroused. Things hadn't been the same since Draco had disappeared, leaving him alone with no word as to where he'd gone. Ron had been there for him then, just as he always had been. So had Hermione, but there was something different with Ron, something that pulled Harry in, made him want to touch, to kiss, to taste, to claim.
"Harry?" asked Ron, his voice full of concern.
"Oh, er...sorry, I-did you hear that?" asked Harry suddenly.
"No..." said Ron.
"Shh!" prompted Harry. He felt Ron's hand clasp his own as they moved forward in the darkness. Harry's senses felt heightened, and when he felt the slither of a tale around his and Ron's shoes, he knew instinctively what it was.
"It's a snake," he whispered.
"A...a snake?" asked Ron, his voice climbing several octaves. "What would that be doing here?"
"I don't know," said Harry, shaking his head. He bent down, looking into the snake's black eyes which reflected the dim light from Harry's wand. "How did you get here?" he could hear himself asking.
"Losssst," said the snake, winking.
"Lost?" asked Harry quizzically. He considered which line of questioning he should pursue, but Ron was tugging at his arm. Harry turned to the redhead. "What, what is it? What's wrong?"
"That's-" said Ron, swallowing hard. "I've never heard you speak like that before."
"Yeah you did," said Harry. "During second year."
"Well, it bloody well wasn't like this," said Ron.
Harry noticed the pressure on his arm increasing, and began feeling the heady rush of closeness as Ron sidled closer. "Like what?" he finally managed to ask, his breath feeling choked and dry.
It was Ron's turn to shush Harry as he let his hand slide up Harry's arm, his fingers playing lightly on Harry's neck. Harry could feel his body responding as Ron looked at him uncertainly. He knew Ron wanted this. They'd been friends for long enough for Harry to just know. For months, he'd liked to think that all the touches and friendly hugs were just that: friendly. The way that Ron's eyes shone in the darkness showed him differently.
"Ron," was all he could think of to say as he pressed his lips to his friend's. Ron kissed back, opening his mouth to Harry, letting him explore with his tongue. Their kiss felt warm and welcoming, small nips turning into muted swears as Harry grew bolder, slipping his hand between their bodies and stroking Ron through his trousers. Harry felt surprised at Ron's hardness, felt eager to feel the warm skin beneath his own. It took several tries to get Ron's belt off of him, and Harry threw it to the ground carelessly before vanishing both of their clothes. He pressed Ron into the wall, moaning as he finally felt Ron's body warmth around him, hardness rubbing against hardness.
"Harry, hand me my wand," whispered Ron. Harry reached beside them, where he'd left their wands before undressing. Ron quickly transfigured the fallen belt, looking so focused that Harry turned from the sight of his friend panting, face flushed and lips dark red. Two snakes were on the ground, slithering around each other in circles before beginning to mate. The sound of harsh hissing filled the otherwise still air.
"Tell me what they're saying," whispered Ron. "Tell me, Harry."
Harry could barely see straight. The biting remarks of the snakes filled Harry's mind as his hands wandered over Ron's body, carressing the pale chest before grabbing Ron's waist solidly, bringing their hips together, showing Ron his need, his desire.
"They say-" began Harry.
"No, say it the way they say it," said Ron. Even in the near-dark, Harry could see Ron's blush.
"All right." Harry smirked, changing their position so that the snakes were in his view. Ron began pushing against him, breathing hard and unmeasured in his ear. Harry felt Ron's hand on his cock, stroking quickly as Harry reached further, for his wand, whispering an incantation before slowly placing one digit within the welcome heat of Ron's tightness.
"Fuck," hissed Ron in time with the snakes. Harry used another finger, moving them slowly, spreading Ron wider, enjoying the way Ron bit his lower lip as Harry pushed deeper: it made it so difficult for Harry to hold back from simply taking Ron, forcing him down on his own swollen arousal, making Ron feel the way Harry needed him, had needed him for so long...
"That's the plan," whispered Harry in Ron's ear. Ron let out a small whimper as a third finger was added within, pushing into his hole. Harry listened to the snakes joining together, writhing on the floor in their mating ritual. He echoed the words in Ron's ear as he magicked a chair, sitting on it, watching Ron straddle him.
As he entered Ron's tight heat, he translated the words, repeating them once in parseltongue, once in English.
Join together bonds of ours
Ron cried out as Harry pushed in, past the last barrier, sinking his cock deep in Ron's arse, enjoying the tight heat. He began to fuck Ron, too hot, too aroused to go slowly. Ron gritted his teeth, a swear escaping his mouth every now and then. Harry closed his eyes, wanting to feel nothing but the way Ron felt around him. How he, Harry, felt as he filled his friend.
Tails together, hearts as one
"I've wanted this so long, Harry," said Ron as Harry kissed his neck, bit down into his skin, tasting the sweat, the want, Ron. Harry looked up into Ron's eyes, and saw nothing but the feeling he'd missed for too long. He brought his hand between their bodies once more, loving the way Ron arched into his hand as be began to move his hand around Ron's cock, feeling it twitch in his hand.
Bind me now with your skin
Harry pushed harder, forcing more of himself in. He buried himself in Ron, wanting to lose himself within, to go as deep as he could with his mind and with his body. Ron groaned as Harry pushed, with Harry using one hand to steady Ron above him, to hold him still as he pounded into him.
I am yours, belong to you
Harry felt the warmths of Ron's release on his hands as Ron came, his come spurting over their stomachs, the only word to leave his lips being Harry's name.
Belong to me, you are mine
The snakes quieted then as if in deference to Harry as he pushed, once, twice, then screamed. Ron was biting his neck, hard, kissing and biting, his hole tightening around Harry's cock purposefully. Harry couldn't hold back then - not that he'd been trying - and came inside his friend. His body shuddered as he filled Ron's arse with himself, his warmth, his pearly heat.
You are mine
"I love you," whispered Ron, sinking his head against Harry's shoulder, panting from the effort.
Harry fingered his neck at the place Ron had bitten. The skin was broken and felt bruised, but he didn't care. Instead, he looked at the snakes, coiled on the floor. It was almost impossible to distinguish one body from the other.
Harry locked his arms and limbs around Ron's body, brushing his lips against Ron's neck, collarbone, cheeks, and lips. Ron slipped his arms around Harry and they sat there, in the middle of the room, dark and hidden, coiled together.
"You are mine," whispered Harry, his voice full of unknown hisses.