20. INEXPERIENCE (PG-13) BY IAMSHADOW
Title: Inexperience
Author: iamshadow
Ship: Ron/Harry
Word Count: 565
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Lots of implications!
Summary: Ron is desperate and needs Harry to help him.
A/N: Sorry, only a short one this time. It wouldn't fit with any other scenes I had in mind, and I had a lot of trouble getting it as long as it is, to be honest. But I liked it too much to leave it out, so here is a little ficlet chapter.
The Teapot 'verse Series
Chapter List HERE
Future Fics HERE
Teapot Cookie Fics HERE
“Can you, Harry?” Ron asks. “You can’t really do it to yourself, it’s not the same. You just can’t reach properly.”
I watch as Ron slips his t-shirt off over his head and tosses it carelessly aside. I feel helpless, and more than a little scared.
“But I’ve never done it before. I won’t know what to do,” I plead.
He turns a little so he can catch my eye and smile. “You’ll be fine. I’ll tell you when it feels good.”
“You’re sure?”
My eyes feast on the sight of Ron’s bare skin in front of me. His back is a star chart painted in ginger on a smooth, cream canvas. I stroke the sensitive area with a fingertip, and he sucks in a breath through his teeth with a hiss.
“Please?” There’s an urgent, needy whine to his voice.
My finger draws a lazy circle and he whimpers and leans back slightly.
“Positive?”
“Uh huh.”
I reach across to the bedside table, pick up the little bottle of oil and pour a liberal amount into my palm. When my hands are slick and slippery, I gently push my thumb against firm muscle. Ron groans.
“Did I hurt you?” I ask, easing the pressure.
“Sort of, but it’s good. Don’t stop,” Ron murmurs breathlessly.
My thumb continues circling, stretching the taut flesh. Ron is gasping, and I can feel my nipples tightening at the sound. I bend over to press a kiss against the back of his neck and he moans.
“Relax,” I whisper against his skin.
His breath quickens when I push first one, then two fingers into him. I rest my other hand on his hip and give it a gentle squeeze as I continue to probe and explore, eliciting little sounds of pleasure.
“You like that?” I ask, already knowing the answer. Ron is humming, deep in his throat, punctuated with little grunts.
“Harder,” he begs.
I thrust my fingers deeper, harder, firmer. Ron cries out, but when I stop, he growls and pushes back against my hand, seeking that contact.
“There…right there…” he gasps.
My own breathing is becoming fast and shallow. I’m hard already and getting more so by the moment as Ron trembles against me. A shining bead of sweat trickles down from beneath his heavy, tousled hair to trace the path of his spine. I can’t help but lean forward to catch it with the tip of my tongue and savour its faint saltiness. My other hand slips around and trails up his belly to tease his nipples.
“Ghaaarghhhh…” Ron moans loudly. I can’t help but chuckle softly. He’s becoming loose and pliable under my ministrations. “Fuck…Harry…” he mutters.
I plant a kiss on a particularly delicious looking freckle. “Patience,” I whisper.
Minutes go by, and I can feel my hand starting to cramp as I experiment with angles, speed and pressure. Ron’s ecstatic noises are making my heart thud just a little too fast and the bulge in my boxers throb insistently.
Finally he’s completely relaxed. I give his shoulder a final pat, then pull him back to rest lightly against my chest with my arms around him. “Now, next time you have to get a box down from up high at work, you’re going to…?” I ask.
“Do exactly the same bloody thing,” Ron sighs, with a happy, dopey smile. “That was so worth it.”
<- 19. Mistakes c@r 21. Resolution ->
Author: iamshadow
Ship: Ron/Harry
Word Count: 565
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Lots of implications!
Summary: Ron is desperate and needs Harry to help him.
A/N: Sorry, only a short one this time. It wouldn't fit with any other scenes I had in mind, and I had a lot of trouble getting it as long as it is, to be honest. But I liked it too much to leave it out, so here is a little ficlet chapter.
The Teapot 'verse Series
Chapter List HERE
Future Fics HERE
Teapot Cookie Fics HERE
“Can you, Harry?” Ron asks. “You can’t really do it to yourself, it’s not the same. You just can’t reach properly.”
I watch as Ron slips his t-shirt off over his head and tosses it carelessly aside. I feel helpless, and more than a little scared.
“But I’ve never done it before. I won’t know what to do,” I plead.
He turns a little so he can catch my eye and smile. “You’ll be fine. I’ll tell you when it feels good.”
“You’re sure?”
My eyes feast on the sight of Ron’s bare skin in front of me. His back is a star chart painted in ginger on a smooth, cream canvas. I stroke the sensitive area with a fingertip, and he sucks in a breath through his teeth with a hiss.
“Please?” There’s an urgent, needy whine to his voice.
My finger draws a lazy circle and he whimpers and leans back slightly.
“Positive?”
“Uh huh.”
I reach across to the bedside table, pick up the little bottle of oil and pour a liberal amount into my palm. When my hands are slick and slippery, I gently push my thumb against firm muscle. Ron groans.
“Did I hurt you?” I ask, easing the pressure.
“Sort of, but it’s good. Don’t stop,” Ron murmurs breathlessly.
My thumb continues circling, stretching the taut flesh. Ron is gasping, and I can feel my nipples tightening at the sound. I bend over to press a kiss against the back of his neck and he moans.
“Relax,” I whisper against his skin.
His breath quickens when I push first one, then two fingers into him. I rest my other hand on his hip and give it a gentle squeeze as I continue to probe and explore, eliciting little sounds of pleasure.
“You like that?” I ask, already knowing the answer. Ron is humming, deep in his throat, punctuated with little grunts.
“Harder,” he begs.
I thrust my fingers deeper, harder, firmer. Ron cries out, but when I stop, he growls and pushes back against my hand, seeking that contact.
“There…right there…” he gasps.
My own breathing is becoming fast and shallow. I’m hard already and getting more so by the moment as Ron trembles against me. A shining bead of sweat trickles down from beneath his heavy, tousled hair to trace the path of his spine. I can’t help but lean forward to catch it with the tip of my tongue and savour its faint saltiness. My other hand slips around and trails up his belly to tease his nipples.
“Ghaaarghhhh…” Ron moans loudly. I can’t help but chuckle softly. He’s becoming loose and pliable under my ministrations. “Fuck…Harry…” he mutters.
I plant a kiss on a particularly delicious looking freckle. “Patience,” I whisper.
Minutes go by, and I can feel my hand starting to cramp as I experiment with angles, speed and pressure. Ron’s ecstatic noises are making my heart thud just a little too fast and the bulge in my boxers throb insistently.
Finally he’s completely relaxed. I give his shoulder a final pat, then pull him back to rest lightly against my chest with my arms around him. “Now, next time you have to get a box down from up high at work, you’re going to…?” I ask.
“Do exactly the same bloody thing,” Ron sighs, with a happy, dopey smile. “That was so worth it.”
<- 19. Mistakes c@r 21. Resolution ->