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A/N: A nice little bit of smut, as
hinted at after posting the last fic. Not necessary
to read the rest of the saga here to understand this, obviously you�re welcome
to if you�d like! Please read and review. I don�t think I�m ever going to look
at icing in the same way again.

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Severus
turned over, half-asleep. He could hear the wind howling around their cottage,
an unusual gale for the absolute beginning of September. But then he wasn�t
used to living on the coast all year round. As the window rattled he realised
he was missing the usual dead heat from beside him in the bed and instantly
blinked awake. He glanced sideways and realised that he was indeed without his
young husband. Fucking
insomniac. And I thought I was
bad.

Groaning,
he stumbled out of the bed. It�s fucking
three in the morning. He opened the door and was alarmed to find his nose
overcome with the smell of baking cake. Oh
Merlin. Not again. He tripped down the hallway to where light was pooling
onto the floor from the kitchen, and he could clearly see Ron standing at the
worktop, mixing something by hand. Severus blearily rubbed his fingers over an
eye and leant against the doorframe.

�I know it�s three in the morning,� Ron said quietly, not taking his eyes off
the bowl in his hands. �And I was trying to be as quiet as possible so I didn�t
wake you up. I�m sorry.�

�You didn�t wake me up, the wind did,�
Severus rolled his eyes.

He stepped
over George, the sprawling mass of the auburn haired ten month old dog
stretching right across the doorway. �Even the dog thinks you�re insane,� he
muttered, crossing the kitchen to lean against the only empty spare worktop. He
reached back and jumped up to sit on it.

�Get off,�
Ron frowned. �If I�m not allowed to sit there then neither are bloody you.�

�Shut up,�
Severus yawned, his hand barely making it to cover his mouth as he did so.
�It�s three in the morning and I can do whatever the hell I want.�

Ron didn�t
reply, but carried on mixing, clearly not in a talkative mood. But Severus had
to try. You wouldn�t be much of a husband
if you didn�t� �Ron, forgive me, but why on earth are you attempting to
turn our humble kitchen into a bakery for feeding a third-world country in the
middle of the night?� His eyes fell on what seemed like dozens of small cakes.

He didn�t
get an answer; he hadn�t even really been expecting one. With a small groan he
tilted his head back against the cupboard and banged it softly, once, twice, a
third time. This was the fourth night in two weeks he�d been up at this hour,
sitting silently whilst his young husband worked obsessively over whatever new
thing he�d chosen that night to keep him from his sleep-deprived thoughts.

�I�m going
to drug you,� Severus said quietly. �Tomorrow night, Ron, I�m going to spike
your tea with sleeping draught.�

Ron just
shrugged and finally left the spoon he was holding in the bowl. The fact that
he didn�t verbally show his distaste set Severus on edge �it was unlike him. Maybe he�s just sick of it now. Severus
looked to where Ron was pulling something off a plate and then Severus felt it
being pushed into his hand.

�Do I need
to reiterate the time to you?� Severus asked weakly, but Ron just shook his
head and Severus knew he was fighting a losing battle.

So he
peeled off half of the cake case and bought it to his mouth, nose swamped with
the smell of the icing, which he could see had lumps of shredded coconut mixed
in with the stiff butter-sugary mixture. He bit into it and let out a small
groan as the sweet, soft texture caressed his tongue when he chewed. Fuck. That might be better than sex. Oh, of course nothing�s better than sex.
Fool.

�I think
you might have surpassed yourself,� Severus mumbled through the last mouthful,
sucking each of his fingers where the icing had touched. �How can you produce
something so mouth watering at this ungodly hour, Ron?�

��What can I say? It�s a talent?� Ron shrugged
with a grin, and exhaled as though Severus� approval was the only reason he was
up cooking at three in the morning. They both knew it wasn�t, however.

�Do you
want to talk about it?� Severus asked, screwing up the paper case and aiming
for the bin.

�No,� Ron
said airily. He picked up a bowl and handed to Severus. �You might as well have
this.�

Severus
peered into the bowl and almost drooled. �You don�t want it for the rest of
them?�

Ron shook
his head and turned away to fill the sink up with water. Severus scooped a
great big dollop of leftover coconut icing onto the spoon and licked it off,
feeling his arteries harden with every swipe of his tongue. He absentmindedly watched Ron tidying up his kitchen, who had
sensed that Severus was going to force him back to bed at any moment.

With a wry
grin, Severus stopped licking. With the wind howling he was unlikely to get to
sleep anyway. He had suddenly thought of a much more fulfilling, fun purpose
for the leftover icing.

He waited
until Ron had cleaned up and stored the fruits of his night labour away �Remus is going to kill me if I offer him yet
more cake- before speaking again.

�You know,
this is probably the best icing I�ve ever tasted��

�You�ve
already got me into bed, Severus,� Ron gave a dry laugh as he wiped his hands
on the tea towel and turned round to face him. �You�ve not eaten it?�

�No,�
Severus hopped off the counter and sauntered towards him, a slow grin curving
up his thin lips. �I thought I could find a better use for it.� To adequately
convey his feelings, he pressed Ron back against the sink, making sure his
thigh pushed against the redhead�s groin.

�Should I
admit to lacing that with an aphrodisiac now or�?� Ron couldn�t help the smile
his lips curved into.

�You�d be
lying,� Severus murmured silkily, scooping some icing onto his finger and
pressing it to Ron�s lips, where his tongue darted out to curl it off the cool
skin. �Because it�s not like I need any faced with such a beautiful specimen as
you.�

�Flatterer,�
Ron made a face and ran his tongue round his teeth, catching the remnants of
the icing.

�Having two
separate masters for many years of my life means I�m a professional in flattery
and an expert in the art of arse-licking,� Severus hooked up an eyebrow.

Ron�s mouth
instantly fell into an amused pucker and Severus inwardly cringed.

�Yes, alright, I�m well aware that your filthy mind will have interpreted that
the wrong way,� he looked away pointedly.

�Well it
was your filthy mind that bought us
here in the first place,� Ron countered, and tugged the bowl of icing away from
Severus� fingers. �But, you know, I�ll just chuck this if I�ve offended your
sensibilities too much for you to carry out your initial plan��

Severus
growled and wordlessly sent the bowl of icing to the bedroom, taking Ron in his
arms tightly, and re-asserted his thigh�s presence between Ron�s legs. �I never
said that,� he muttered, and captured Ron�s lips with his own. He groaned and
shifted his hips forward slightly, thin nightwear allowing for easy contact
between their bodies. �Now get in the damned bedroom so I can smother you in
coconut icing�� he pulled back sucking on Ron�s lower lip, �And lick it off
you��

Grinning,
Ron pushed him away, flicked the lights off in the kitchen and hopped over
George, who was snoring lightly on the floor, and headed straight for their
bedroom. Severus followed; checking to make sure everything was off in the
kitchen. When he rounded the doorframe of their bedroom his lips moved upward
into a knowing smirk, seeing the room already flickering with numerous candles
and Ron chucking his wand back on the bedside table before turning to him.
Severus shut the door and clicked his fingers and pointed at the space in front
of him. Ron instantly complied and stood before him, chin slightly raised and
eyes burning with anticipation.

Severus
made quick work of removing the scraggy t-shirt Ron had on, smoothing it up
over his chest and off his arms, casting it to the floor. His eyes lingered
over the lithe torso, the creamy freckled skin punctuated by slices of pink
scarred tissue and the shining metal of Ron�s nipple piercing. He managed to
bite down his groan as his dick twinged hopefully. He
let his fingers caress the soft curve of the flesh beneath Ron�s belly button and
hips whilst gripping the waistband of his pyjama bottoms. Severus shoved them
down in a fluid motion, revealing his husband�s body into the flickering amber
light of the room.

�Why am I
always the one that ends up naked first?� Ron asked airily, letting his brow
crease into a frown. �It�s always the bloody same with you.�

�Shut up,�
Severus breathed, stepping forward and closing the gap between them to push Ron
backwards onto the bed.

He let
himself fall; Ron held no inhibitions about anything Severus could do to him in
their bedroom. And whatever he was going to produce with the icing was
preferable to standing miserably baking, unable to stop thinking. Severus crawled
on top of him, still dressed in his nightclothes, and ran a trail of wet kisses
up Ron�s chest until he reached his mouth again.

�You�ll be
the cause of yet another sleepy day tomorrow,� Severus broke off. �And you know
I have that hideous weekly torture tomorrow called �lunch with Albus��

Ron
snorted. �More fool you for going. I don�t know why you have anything to do
with him after what he did,� he swallowed. �And you got up to find me; you
could have gone straight back to sleep and been none the wiser.�

�Leaving
you to your misery is nothing something I�m keen on,� Severus narrowed his eyes
and ducked his head to lap at the base of the delicious throat Ron permitted
him access to by tilting back his head.

�I�m not
miserable,� Ron breathed, swallowing to feel the tickle as Severus� lips
ghosted over the moving skin.

�Well maybe
not,� Severus kissed up behind his ear. �But I�m not going to give you the
chance to become so, either.�

Ron didn�t
reply but let his eyes slide shut.

�And you will talk to me about this at some
point,� Severus pushed himself up, shoulder aching slightly at the weight of
his body. �Don�t you dare think you�re getting off on that count.�

He summoned
the bowl of icing, which landed on the bedcover silently. He scooped up a spoonful
and slowly tilted it towards the skin of Ron�s stomach. �Because you�ve
annoyingly taught me that talking about one�s problems is actually very
beneficial.�

�Less
talky, more� icing me,� Ron laughed loudly, arching his back to push his
stomach into the air.

�Patience
is a virtue,� Severus muttered, but allowed the icing to slide off the spoon
and land with a sticky thud on Ron�s skin. Then he spread it around with the
underside of the metal, over the dent in the middle of the flat tummy, down to
just above his groin. Then he licked off the spoon and looked up at Ron.

�You�re
too� free,� Severus cocked his head slightly to the side and rubbed his thumb
over the handle of his wand.

�Oh
Merlin,� Ron sighed dramatically. �You�re really going to make a spectacle of
this, aren�t you?�

�Your own
fault,� Severus shrugged. �If you�d just woken me up and talked about it, then
you wouldn�t be going through such an undignified punishment��

He waved
his wand and conjured long ties from the headboard of the bed, which snuck down
the mattress and immediately curled in a tight grip about Ron�s wrists, pulling
his arms taut above his head.

�Whore,�
Ron shot at him grumpily.

�What was
that?� Severus raised an eyebrow, but didn�t wait for a reply. �Which one of us
is tied to the bed stark bollock naked?�

�I guess
that would have to be me,� Ron hissed, arching up again, clearly becoming more
and more impatient.

Severus
smirked and sat up properly on his heels, looking down at the bound exhibition
in front of him. His erection grew and he threw his wand down to be able to
strip with teasing slowness in front of Ron. Severus noticed Ron�s eyes never
left him as he freed his body of material and it only caused him to smirk
further. He made sure to roll his hips a little as he settled back down, one
hand reaching out to fondle between Ron�s legs.

He bent his
head to the sticky mess, so much sweeter than the one he�d licked off Ron�s
stomach so many times before, and tentatively let the point of his tongue gouge
a trail through it, up to his belly button. Ron squirmed and arched up again.

�Do that
again and you�ll soon find yourself without the ability,� Severus snapped, and
let his tongue slip down into the indent, repeating the action when his lover
grumbled in approval, barely managing to keep his hips in contact with the
mattress.

Severus dug
down deeper with the intention to provoke, and he was not disappointed. Ron
pressed upwards and Severus couldn�t help the exasperated sexual groan that
came out of his throat at the thought of what he was about to do. He grabbed
his wand and waved it in a line over Ron�s hips.

�Fuck,� Ron
muttered and Severus watched him try to arch upwards again, but the invisible,
tightly strung restraint forced him to the bed, making the only moveable part
of his body his legs, not that they could provide much help.

Realising
as such, Severus didn�t see the point in them remaining free. He conjured the
same ties as before from the feet of the bed, and looked back as they crept
around slight, hairy ankles and wound up hairier legs, tightening around Ron�s
knees as they were, bent over the edge of the bed, being tugged further apart
by the binding.

Ron groaned
in desperation and Severus turned back to him, unsurprised to find a red face
and parted lips, with eyes closed. He let out a low chuckle and fondled Ron
again, allowing his fingers to gently roll his balls.

�I have
something else, too,� Severus told him and Ron�s eyes instantly jerked open.

There was nothing else that he knew of that Severus would do in a situation
such as this. It wasn�t an uncommon occurrence, to find himself
tied down and sucked off. He positively revelled in the fact and he wouldn�t
deny that. So looking back at his husband, who�s naked body
was cast in a warm glow of golden orange, dark hair gleaming even though it was
sleep-tousled, Ron could only make questioning, eager eyes in his direction.

�I was
doing some research,� Severus dragged a long finger up Ron�s shaft and let it
rest at the tip, knowing that Ron�s oversensitivity would cause the gentle
touch to bloom into a pleasant, yet uncomfortable, burn. �On magical
restraint��

He looked
down at the body below him and removed the finger to scoop up a fair amount of
icing, and then trailed it down the soft, warm skin of Ron�s erection. He
elicited a hiss and grinned before continuing. �And I found a spell I�d like to
try, if you�d let me. Not that you�re in any position to stop me�� he raised
the finger to his hand and licked it clean.

Ron
swallowed. �You want my permission without telling me what it is first?�

�I don�t
want your permission at all. You�re hardly in a position to protest.�

�Then why
are you wasting time fucking talking about it?� Ron impatiently managed to flex
his erection upwards.

�So fretful�
Where�s your sense of faith in foreplay?� Severus laughed, before ducking his
head to lick up the trail of icing on Ron�s shaft, taking care to be extra
breathy and wet as he did so.

A long
string of grumbled obscenity made Severus laugh again as he moved up past the
erection to focus on Ron�s stomach again. He placed some gentle kisses before
giving up the pretence and devouring the sweet sticky mess obscuring the skin
from view.

�Severus,�
Ron hissed his name down and the bed creaked as he tried to fight against the
restraints.

�Why are you even bothering to fight?� Severus licked his lips, leaning up for
a kiss. �You know you can�t escape.�

�That
doesn�t mean I can�t enjoy trying to,� Ron muttered, before claiming Severus�
mouth with his tongue, even though he had no power over the exchange at all.

Severus let
him have his moment, merely keeping his face close enough for Ron to lick out
his frustration in the sloppy kiss. But he pulled away and reached for his
wand. �So. Permission?�

�Whatever,�
Ron grunted, eyes squeezing shut as he tried to arch up again.

Pointing
his wand at the base of Ron�s full hardness, Severus muttered something quietly
that, as hard as Ron strained his ears, he couldn�t make out. He lifted his
head up and looked down at his crotch to try and see what was happening
�because he couldn�t feel anything.

�You can�t
feel it, can you?� Severus looked up at him, tearing his eyes away from the
stupidly delicate chain strung tightly around the wide member, and looping down
to encompass both testicles.

�Feel
what?� Ron answered his question with a question.

�I
discovered a spell� in an old book. Do you remember when I told you that I�d
never found a cock ring that worked on me?�

Ron grunted
in response.

�Well I was
looking for magical ways of creating the same effect, and I found this.�

�What does
it do?� Ron asked, his extent of his curse injuries preventing him from feeling
whatever it was Severus� spell was doing.

�It�s a
cock ring� a small, delicate golden chain. It won�t cut you, I don�t think� but
it will tighten and tighten.�

�So it�ll
just stop me from finishing?� Ron was rather disappointed, and he tried to arch
to get Severus� hand back on his erection.

His husband
looked up at him with devilish eyes. �It won�t let you come until you truly
need to. It knows the difference between need and want. When the spell senses
your absolute need, it�ll release and you�ll immediately come.�

�I can�t
feel anything,� Ron admitted.

�Yet,�
Severus ran a hand over Ron�s erection and squeezed firmly. �You still feel me.
And when I tease you to the point of blowing, you�ll feel that� but the chain
won�t let you. Until it feels you really need the release.�

�Oh.�

�Quite,�
Severus pulled the bowl containing the icing over and dropped a dollop this
time square onto the chained erection and sac, feeling insanely powerful and
incredibly authoritative.

He smoothed
the icing out with his fingers, carefully pushing the melting substance to each
curve of the erection and through the red hair on the soft, crinkled skin of Ron�s
balls. And then he set his tongue to work, lapping, probing, curling.
Ron was groaning in his usual way, a sound cut three ways between a scream, a
growl and a sob �a sound which forced the first drops of pre-come to ooze out
of the head of Severus� own erection, waiting patiently between his legs. He
ignored it as he took the erection in his hand and gently swiped his tongue
across the tip, lifting off the icing, tasting
sourness amongst the sweet, beautiful coconut. That was unusual for Ron,
pre-come had been absent from their sexual endeavours for exactly a year to the
day, thanks to Lucius Malfoy.

He decided
not to mention it, knowing that the only reason he was even performing the act was
because his husband was kept up with the troubled memories of that exact event.
Instead, he lowered his head further and sucked the swollen head in completely,
making sure to wash against it with extra tongue and spit. Ron tried arching up
into his face again and let out his anguish verbally.

�Fuck, Severus,
please� just let me move,� he begged, tilting his head back and fighting once
again against his binding.

Severus
didn�t reply, he only increased the suction in his
mouth, whilst reaching down and tugging slightly on the testicles beneath his
chin. He was rewarded with a yell which drove him to further hardness as he
knelt.

�Severus,
please�� Ron�s voice was hoarse; Severus was willing to bet the chain was
beginning to make things uncomfortable.

He reached
further down between Ron�s legs and traced a sticky fingertip over his
entrance, probing lightly but not enough to break through the clenched muscle.
He ran the finger back up over Ron�s exposed perineum and set it to finding the
point just at the base of his sac which would cause Ron to jerk and beg some
more, whilst pulling right to the very tip of his dick and switching to lick
demurely at the soggy, salty-tasting flesh.

�Severus,
god, I need to��

Come. I know you do. But I can�t
take the chain off now. Severus dug his tongue into the slit he found and heard a shout echo
off the walls of the bedroom. He felt Ron begin to shudder beneath his
administrations and wasn�t surprised when his own body mirrored the action.

He was hard
between his legs and the tip of his erection kept batting the knitted, woollen
blanket that always sat atop their bed. It stung and he had to lift up, knowing
he was leaving a puddle behind him. But it wasn�t about his erection or
unmitigated want; it was about distracting his beautiful young husband from the
awful crimes committed against him, exactly a year to the day.

Severus
cast an eye to the chain, which looked tighter but miraculously didn�t seem to
be damaging the flesh it bit at in any way. The only difference was that the
enchained body parts seemed a more desperate purple than usual; a quick glance
up to Ron�s scrunched face told him that it was causing a delicious kind of
agony.

�Take me,�
the words hissed down and Severus nearly complied at the desperate plea.

However, he
managed to control himself and pulled his body up alongside Ron�s, so they were
mouth to mouth, his erection pressed prominently into Ron�s side.

�Let me��
was all Ron got out before Severus pushed their lips together for a bruising
kiss, his hands creeping to cradle Ron�s face and hold it still as he kissed
him, mouth intruding on Ron repeatedly without relenting.

Severus
found himself running his tongue everywhere, beneath Ron�s own, over his bottom
teeth, up to tickle his palate and then along his top teeth, tasting the
remains of the day and he ate down each whispered request as Ron managed to
utter. The whispering was music to his ears: �please let me come�, �let me suck
you�, �fuck me, Severus, I need you�.

It was
almost more than he could bear and he shoved forwards against the bony hip to
try and grant himself some pleasure, but he found himself still wanting. Just wait. It�s not about you. This is about
him.

He leant in
for another kiss and hissed as Ron�s mouth accidentally connected with his
throat rather than his lips. Ron didn�t miss the opportunity and sucked hard on
what he could reach, darting his tongue out between the clamped lips, groaning
in his throat. Momentarily stunned into submission, Severus focused on the
sucking and nipping beneath his jaw line, his breath coming in ragged bursts.

�Stop,� he
whispered, and reached out for the icing bowl again, making Ron whimper in
protest. �I can�t do anything now. I can�t revoke the spell. Just enjoy this.�

�Why did
you cast it if you can�t revoke it?� Ron�s voice broke under the strain.

�You didn�t stop me,� Severus spooned the icing onto his chest before scooping
some into Ron�s mouth to keep him occupied.

�I don�t
like it,� Ron worked the icing past his tongue.

�The icing or the spell?�

�Either,�
Ron muttered, though a gasp betrayed him as Severus pinched his pierced nipple
between thumb and forefinger.

�You do
like it,� Severus told him, ducking his head to kiss the smarting nub of flesh.
�You know you do. You�re just eager.�

�Does it
hurt�� Ron broke off to burst into a series of short,
sharp pants as Severus moved the piercing back and forth, not softly. �Does it
hurt to be right all the time?�

�No, it�s fairly
bearable,� Severus ducked his head and latched his mouth around the nipple,
switching the responsibility of shifting the metal bar to his tongue and Ron
actually cried out in a mixture of pain and desire.

�Please��
the hiss reached Severus again and he felt a tug in his chest, a wave of guilt
sweeping over him like those he knew were battering the cliff edges less than a
mile away from their beautiful home.

Every
single long-limbed inch of Ron was trembling as he lay bound to the bed, unable
to move except for his head. Sweat dampened his red hair and trickled sideways
off his forehead. As guilty as Severus had suddenly felt, he couldn�t deny the
surge of blood to his groin and the new trickle of fluid which stung as it
emerged from his slit. He took himself in his hand and pumped up and down a few
times, but his damaged shoulder prevented him from creating the rhythm he was
so used to after thirty years of practice.

With a moan
of frustration he stopped and looked up to find Ron glaring at him, mouth open
in a pant, chest rising and falling in quick succession. �Severus, please, just
fuck me,� he half-shouted. �Fuck me or release me from
these, at least��

Severus was
torn. Releasing Ron would mean he would lose his control over the situation.
Fucking him would mean the fun was over too soon. He looked over his shaking
husband and swallowed. Decisively he ducked his head and licked Ron�s chest
free of icing and gave him another deep, searing kiss when he had finished.
Both of them groaned as Severus moved to straddle over Ron�s hips, though Ron
did not instantly realise that he had been released from the bindings holding
his upper body. It wasn�t until Severus pulled him into a sitting position that
he twigged, and threw his trembling arms around his husband, burying his face
into the scorching skin of his throat.

�You�re so
hot,� Ron muttered, clutching for all he was worth.

His chained
erection and balls were wedged between their two stomachs and it felt
blissfully tight, even though he was throbbing and stinging and aching for
release. He snaked a hand upwards to entangle in Severus� long dark hair and
gave a tug, hoping to impart back some of the pain and frustration he was
feeling, but he only managed to evoke a light hiss.

Of course,
that wouldn�t work. Although it had been a much more frequent occurrence for
their sex to be rough since they had been on holiday in June, it wasn�t often
enough for Ron to remember that Severus actually liked it rough far more than
he let on, and that a simple tug of his hair wasn�t enough to wreak revenge on
him.

�Fuck it,�
Ron gasped, as a dry wave of orgasm hit him, caused by the squishing of his cock
between their two flat, toned stomachs. �I almost��

Severus
ducked his head and nibbled on Ron�s shoulder, rocking forward with his lips,
his own dick thoroughly enjoying their new position because it meant he was at
last getting some friction to work with. He groaned as his foreskin caught and
pulled back, revealing tender flesh which crashed straight into Ron�s stomach
and stung deliciously.

�For the
love of Merlin just fuck me,� Ron�s hands found Severus� upper arms and shook
him slightly, his need for release driving him to grip tighter than he had ever
originally intended.

�Alright,�
Severus whispered, wincing at the pain in his arms, where he would surely have
bruises come the sunrise.

�I�m
sorry,� Ron breathed, eyes sliding shut and his fingers falling slack from
their tight grip. �I�m sorry, I didn�t mean to hurt
you��

Severus
silenced him with a kiss. So what are a
few bruises? Severus knew he�d given Ron enough accidental ones over the
past year. He shifted off Ron and guided him down onto his back, before
releasing the bonds on his feet. They instantly sprang up and Ron writhed on
the bed, his hand shooting to his erection to try and pump it into spilling.
His anguish grew louder and he bucked up in frustration when nothing happened.

�Severus,
this is torture,� he whispered, voice choked with want. �I need to��

The sight
of Ron laying there, milking himself desperately, face flushed and body slick
with sweat almost had Severus coming all over the blanket. His throat was thick
and he could feel his own sweat trickling down into the small of his back and
at the nape of his neck, making him feel filthy. Another ooze of pre-come only
added to the slovenly feeling. He looked down and saw his erection -angry,
purple-red and covered in fluid. He didn�t see Ron looking at it as well.

�You
bastard,� Ron threw himself forward and had his lips
wrapped around the erection before Severus could stop him.

He was left
to precariously balance himself at the end of the bed, aching shoulders solely
supporting his body as Ron sucked with the force of a limpet to a rock between
his parted, wanton thighs. He instantly felt himself almost thrown over the
edge of the bed as Ron lunged deeper, taking more into his mouth, licking and
biting with a force Severus could only assume was vengeance for performing the
cock ring spell.

�Stop,�
Severus tried to get out firmly, but it manifested in a shaky, breathy whimper
which made Ron laugh around his cock.

He did,
however, pull off, and sat up wiping his mouth with a satisfied gleam in his
eye, before he groaned again and his eyes fell down to his crotch, before
flying back up to stare at Severus, pleading silently.

�Okay,�
Severus held up his hands in surrender.

He grabbed
Ron around the waist and shoved him onto his hands and knees, summoning a
bottle of lubricant from the bedside table, quite sure magic would fail his
trembling hands. He squeezed a liberal amount onto his fingers and squirted
enough at Ron�s entrance before dropping the bottle and placing two fingers
immediately at the puckered hole.

He pushed
in with no warning and the cry which tore out of his husband was that of a
strangled sob and moan. Severus made quick work of stretching him, but couldn�t
resist a few well angled stabs at Ron�s prostate, earning more screams and
pleas. Feeling full to bursting himself, he smoothed lubrication over his
erection and pushed inside with one long, deep thrust.

�Shit,� Ron
gasped, and lurched forwards, but Severus grabbed his hips and held him still,
before picking up the pace and thrusting in with speed and precision. �Fuck me
faster� harder� like that��

Sweat
dripped down into Severus� eyes and stung so much he head to close them, making
him miss the sight of the toned back and damp wet hair which should have been
his main view. He was dizzyingly close to orgasm but found himself
holding back, waiting for Ron. But the longer he thrust, and the louder Ron
sexually screamed out to the room, the harder it was to stop the come from
pouring out of him.

�Severus,
please� harder� come ON,� Ron shoved backwards and Severus actually saw stars
as all his practiced strength and precision came undone, and he jerked
uncontrollably, a burning sensation ripping up his erection as he moaned his
release.

�Oh fuck, Ron,� he breathed, as the feeling
didn�t let up and nor did his expulsions, not helped by the fact that Ron
clenched down on him to make him actually scream, tilting his head back, eyes
rammed shut; an unusual occurrence.

But he
didn�t realise that that would have been enough, and that Ron was suddenly
unable to hold his body up any longer as he finally felt the sweet tingle and
burn and rush of orgasm.

�Severu-u-u-u-u-us,� he grunted, each �uh� syllable coming
out perfectly pronounced as his erection gave way to spasms and spurted over
his stomach and the bed.

Severus
collapsed and squashed them both, burying his face into the nape of Ron�s neck
and willing the room to stop spinning and let him off. He felt slightly sick
alongside the dizzy antics of his mind. That�s
what you get for eating what was probably a three thousand calorie bowl of
icing, Severus.

But as Ron
trembled beneath him, trying to steady his own breathing, Severus realised he
couldn�t have cared less. He managed to blearily look at the clock at see that
it was nearly half past four. An hour and a half of some of the hottest sex
he�d ever had in his life, let alone the last year and four months he�d been
with Ron. He thought about asking whether Ron felt the same, but was too afraid
of the answer. Still panting, Severus pulled out and rolled onto his side of
the bed, fumbling for his wand to clear up the sticky icing and come coating
the bed had received. He rolled Ron onto his back and cleaned them both up.

�Severus,�
Ron whispered, reaching for him, his eyes closed.

�What is
it?� Severus let himself be pulled down again, feeling sleep tugging at his
body, the late hour finally taking its toll.

�Sleep,�
Ron somehow, in all of his tiredness, managed to turn the lights off in the
bedroom wordlessly, barely even waving his hand.

Severus
kissed him gently, sleepily, falling down next to him in the darkness as the
wind howled around their cottage. He knew he should say something, offer words
of comfort for what his husband was feeling, but none would come from his foggy
brain. He fell into the darkness happily, curving against the sticky, sweaty
warmth of Ron, but found himself jerked back again by Ron whispering to him.

�I�m sorry
for the mad cake making,� he breathed, and Severus felt soft lips press to his
brow. �I�m sorry for keeping you up. I�m sorry for not being over it.�

Severus
pulled him tighter in his arms and managed to murmur, �S�all
right. Don�t be daft. Love you�, before falling into slumber again, inhaling a
heady scent of Ron�s soapy musk, coconut icing, and sweat.

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