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harryron ([info]harryron) wrote,
@ 2005-11-17 13:30:00

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48 : Diamond
Title: Diamond
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Harry Potter / Ron Weasley
Prompt: Diamond
Word Count: 170
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: Written for fanfic100 and posted at [info]harryron.

The one hundred stories are inspired by Broke Back Mountain.

Ron looks back on one hundred memories of his life with and without Harry.

Enjoy.


Diamond
****
Harry trembled beneath me and I rose onto my knees, gripping him by both hips to hold him up and let me thrust into him.

He was still coming and he gasped and cried on each stroke as I hit his prostate.

“Fuck,” he moaned. “You’re fucking killing me, Ron. Please.”

He was hot and tight and clenching around me and I gritted my teeth and continued pounding into his body.

He collapsed onto his face on the grass.

“Please,” he moaned, still twitching with aftershocks. “Please.”

“Please stop?” I croaked.

“No, please fuck me,” he groaned, as one final spasm gripped me and sucked my climax out of me.

I collapsed on top of him, still buried in his arse and he grunted and tried to shift my weight.

“Fuck,” he grunted.

“Language, Harry,” I laughed, finally pulling out of him and curling up beside him, pulling his body against mine.

“Fuck you,” he moaned. “You have the filthiest mouth I know.”

“Ah, yes,” I admitted, “I am something of a diamond in the rough.”


My Big Damn Table.


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