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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Ron_Weasley
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Ron_Weasley
  Additional Tags:
      Canon_Universe, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Fluff
  Stats:
      Published: 2005-06-07 Words: 1545
****** untitled (kinkywatersex) ******
by thunderylee
Summary
     The Weasleys get a magic Jacuzzi.
Notes
     reposted from agck.
Ron leaned his head back and sank down into the warm water, sighing contently.
“Oh, this feels so good. Every muscle in my body is relaxed.”
Harry was swaying from side to side on his end of the hot tub, trying to cover
every inch of his back with the firm spray of water from the jet behind him.
“This is so much better than the Prefect’s bathroom,” he remarked.
“Yes, it is,” agreed Ron. “I can’t imagine why Mum and Dad would go through all
the trouble of hiding it from us.”
Harry chuckled. “Because they knew if we found it, we’d never leave.”
Ron laughed softly and sighed again. “I could sit here forever.”
“Mmm,” said Harry.
Minutes passed in silence as the two thoroughly enjoyed the rapid waves of
scented-oil bubbles and massaging bursts of pressurized water that surrounded
them. Combined with the cool night air and a starry sky, neither one had ever
been so comfortable in their lives.
Ron spoke first, barely aware that he was doing so. “Harry? Can I ask you
something?”
Harry’s eyes remained closed in complete bliss as he replied, “Of course.”
“Do you feel… odd?”
“Odd?” Harry repeated. “Odd like how?”
“Odd like…” Ron wracked his brain for the right word that would prevent his
best mate from jumping out of the Jacuzzi and racing for the house, ruining
their friendship.
“Excited,” he finally said.
Harry used all of his strength to pry an eye open and raise an eyebrow.
“Excited like ‘I could run ten laps around the pitch’ excited? Or excited
like…”
He trailed off, losing his train of thought as he caught sight of Ron’s face.
The rising steam had cleared to reveal a very flushed redhead, his bright blue
eyes glowing with an intense feeling that could only be described as lust.
Harry cleared his throat and blinked twice to regain composure. He finished his
sentence nonchalantly, just in case he was wrong. “… ‘I want to jump your
bones’ excited?”
Ron didn’t answer. He didn’t have to. His eyes said it all. They locked with
Harry’s and there was no doubt in his mind what Ron’s answer was. Very slowly,
as if they were in a Muggle movie playing in slow-motion, Harry nodded.
“Come here,” he said quietly, extending his hand for Ron to take.
Their fingers brushed lightly before intertwining together, and Harry gently
pulled Ron over to his side of the tub. Ron’s eyes expressed a range of
emotions, from extreme anticipation to absolute fright as Harry raised his
other hand out of the water to cup Ron’s face.
“It’s okay,” he said soothingly. “I feel it too.”
Ron opened his mouth slightly to reply, but changed his mind at the last minute
and leaned in towards Harry instead.
Harry met him halfway, their lips colliding with such force that he lost his
balance and slipped off of the marble seat into the center of the Jacuzzi. Ron
caught him immediately, taking advantage of the situation by wrapping his arms
around Harry’s lower back and pressing their bodies closer together.
Harry moaned into Ron’s mouth as he felt the other boy’s obvious arousal
through his swimming trunks. Impulsively, he shifted himself so that their
groins were aligned, causing his own erection to throb madly at the contact.
Ron emitted the deepest, sexiest groan from the back of his throat just before
plunging his tongue past Harry’s slightly parted lips. Harry reciprocated and
swirled his tongue around Ron’s, finding a rhythm that made them both almost
lose their minds and cling desperately to each other, grinding their lower
bodies together in urgent need.
“Ron,” Harry panted, breaking the kiss and breathing erratically. “I want you.”
Ron captured Harry’s mouth again in response, lifting the smaller boy back onto
the Jacuzzi seat and settling himself between his legs. His hand crept around
Harry’s side, dragging his fingertips across the sensitive patch of skin just
above Harry’s hips, and teasingly dipped under the waistband of Harry’s trunks.
Every inch that Ron touched created tingles all over Harry’s body, particularly
in the area that Ron’s hand was heading. Ron kissed his way down Harry’s jaw
line to his neck, lightly sucking and nibbling on his collarbone.
“Gods, Ron,” said Harry, tightening his grip on Ron’s shoulder blades.
Ron’s voice was low and sultry in his ear. “Do you want me to touch you,
Harry?” The words alone sent shivers up Harry’s spine. “Do you want me to make
you come?”
Harry gasped sharply as Ron’s hand slid inside his trunks and brushed against
the aching hardness within. Satisfied with the answer, Ron continued his verbal
seduction.
“Oh, yeah. You like that, don’t you? You want me to squeeze it firmly and
stroke you until you explode in my hand.”
“Yes,” Harry managed to choke out, burying his forehead in Ron’s sweat-slicked
hair. “Please.”
“As you wish.”
Harry would have squealed loud enough to wake the entire house, had he not bit
into Ron’s shoulder just before Ron proved true to his word. His fingers
latched around Harry’s cock, grasping tightly as he slid up and down the
length.
“Aw, fuck,” said Harry. “Fuck, Ron. I… Fuck.”
“Come for me, Harry,” whispered Ron.
Harry’s eyes rolled back in his head and he groaned fiercely as he complied,
digging his nails into Ron’s back and thrusting hard against Ron’s strokes as
he spent himself forcefully into his trunks.
Harry continued to clutch onto Ron as he came down from his orgasmic high,
convulsing with aftershocks and struggling to catch his breath.
“Did you like that, Harry?” Ron’s breath tickled his neck and caused yet
another jolt of pleasure to careen throughout his body.
“Guh,” said Harry.
Ron chuckled softly. “Is there anything else you want me to do?”
Harry replied without any hesitation. “I want you inside me.”
Ron jerked back so that they were face-to-face. “Are you sure?” he asked
sincerely, searching Harry’s glazed-over eyes with his own.
Harry nodded frantically, feeling like all the bones in his body had been
replaced with noodles. “I love you, Ron. I want you to make love to me.”
Ron bit his bottom lip and blinked back his emotions. “I love you too, Harry. I
always have.”
“Why did we wait so long?”
“I don’t know, but I don’t intend to wait any longer.”
Never taking his eyes off Harry’s, Ron relieved them both of their swimming
trunks and inched a hand up the inside of Harry’s thigh. The numerous oils in
the water served as a perfect lubrication, making it easier for Ron to slip a
finger into Harry’s entrance.
He wriggled it around experimentally until he found a spot that made Harry’s
face scrunch up adorably. He let out an almost inaudible moan and hissed, “Do
that again.”
Ron inserted a second digit, then a third, making sure to hit that spot
continuously with each thrust. Harry was squirming ferociously, his cock up to
half-mast.
“Now, Ron,” he demanded, grabbing an arsecheek in each hand and forcing Ron
closer to him.
“Gods, Harry,” said Ron, seizing Harry’s mouth in another searing kiss. “I want
you so bad.”
“Then have me. Take me. Please.”
Ron quickly removed his fingers and placed his cock at Harry’s entrance.
Shuddering with anticipation, Harry dug his hands tighter into Ron’s arse and
all but yanked him forward, nearly impaling himself on Ron’s entire length.
“Oh, fuck,” growled Ron, establishing a firm grip on Harry’s hips in order to
thrust deeper, burying himself to the hilt. “You feel so fucking good.”
“Move, Ron,” said Harry vehemently, trembling with desire.
Both boys grunted as Ron began to move. They grasped onto each other in fervent
hunger, Ron pumping himself inside of Harry as Harry lifted his lower body to
meet with Ron’s thrusts. Harry’s muscles tightened around Ron every time that
particular spot was grazed upon, until Ron couldn’t take it anymore. He leaned
his forehead against Harry’s and sputtered out incoherencies with bated breath.
“Yes,” he hissed. “Fuck. Oh, Gods… Fuck yes… Harry, I’m going to… Oh, yes yes!”
Ron pounded into Harry even faster and groaned loudly as he came. Immediately,
he collapsed on the other boy and fought to regain control of his breathing.
“Love you… So much… Thank you.”
Harry grinned and pressed his lips to Ron’s. “You’re welcome. I love you, too.”
~*~*~*~
Back at The Burrow, Mrs. Weasley nudged her sleeping husband. “Arthur? Did you
hear something?”
On the other side of the bed, Mr. Weasley yawned and said, “No, dear. Go back
to sleep.”
Mrs. Weasley paused for a moment before asking, “You don’t think the boys found
the Love Tub, do you?”
“Molly, you know what happens when you tell teenagers not to do something.”
“I know, they do it just to spite you,” she responded. “But Arthur, what if
they get caught under the spell?”
“The spell only works if the two people are truly in love. Surely you’re not
implying that Ron and Harry feel that way about each other?”
“Of course not. Go back to sleep.”
In the darkness of their bedroom, Mrs. Weasley didn’t see her husband grinning,
and he didn’t hear her mutter, “I sure hope so,” under her breath.
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