46 : Star
Title: Star
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Harry Potter / Ron Weasley
Prompt: Star
Word Count: 220
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: Written for fanfic100 and posted at 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.


Star
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He squirmed and muttered under his breath under my hand as I grabbed one arse cheek and squeezed hard.

His arse rose up at me and I parted his cheeks with my thumb, running it over and over his entrance as he whimpered and tucked his knees under him.

“Please,” he whined.

“Please, what?” I asked, pressing gently – too gently to enter his body.

“Please, inside me, you bastard,” he laughed.

“What d’you want inside you, Harry?” I teased, finally pushing into him.

“Anything,” he gasped.

I reached for the bottle of lube in our picnic basket with the hand that wasn’t cupping his balls and rubbing against his prostate. “Anything?” I whispered, kneeling behind him and coating my cock with the cool substance.

He rocked back onto my thumb and I flexed it and stretched him.

“D’you want me to fuck you, Harry?” I whispered, leaning over his back and pressing my cock against his entrance.

“Always,” he half-laughed, half-choked.

As I pushed inside him, as his body opened to accept me, I murmured “always,” against his neck and thought of the always that stretched out before us.

About the always that we had behind us, from the moment we met. About how we had ever reached this place.

Trelawny certainly never saw this in the stars.


My Big Damn Table.