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Handkerchief	By : indivisible_soup Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Ron Views: 5629 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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He had to hold Harry's cock with his left hand, which still was a little awkward for a right-handed wizard, because his right hand was busy stroking his own, and his cock took precedence. Besides, Harry's had full benefits of his mouth.
Nothing, even just a few years ago, would've made Ron believe that he'd ever end up in such situation. Though for some time it would've been foreseeable if he cared to open his eyes a little more. Not that he did, not until the reality hit him right in his face. The signs were plentiful for years, just take some odd dreams that he dismissed were surely telling. His dismissals were based on one thing he was in love with his wife, Hermione, so those were all just his head's mid-sleep crazy jumble. Not so much now.
It felt so right. Just like it was right to smell his own cum, to taste it in Hermione's mouth, to taste Harry's, and now this. He still for some reason, not even knowing himself why, was keeping count and this was his 41st blowjob.
Ron was energetically bobbing his head, sucking and slurping shamelessly. Gone were the times when he tried to be prim about it, now the drool dripped down his chin and onto his lap or even own cock, which only excited him more. Both were sweating from the heat, but Ron a lot more because he was doing work for them both. Not that he ever complained out-loud or even in his own thoughts - it was amazing and he was enjoying every moment.
This was only the first blowjob of the evening Ron was going to give. It settled into a routine of sorts - as always they went to the spa twice a month, there they relaxed a bit, then Ron blew Harry while wanking. Then a few hours of relaxation later, both recuperated and repeated the same thing again - the second time wasn't always a given, but they never left the spa without cumming each at least once, it never happened ever since they first wanked together almost 3 years ago.
When Harry came first, he always sat down beside Ron and let him finish into the palm of his hand, for Ron then to lick it off. On Harry's question to help and finish him off, Ron always refused without giving his reasons.
Ron took his left hand off Harry and held it in front of his cock; he didn't stop sucking Harry off, though slowed down. A bit later vibrations of Ron's humming and him stopping completely let Harry know that Ron was cumming that very moment.
Ron pulled back and slid his lips off Harry, breathing hard he sighed contently, smile from ear to ear. Harry bit his lip, knowing what was going to come next - Ron grabbed Harry's cock again, with the same hand he came onto and slowly and deliberately smeared his cum onto it. Then put his mouth back to work.
As always Harry was the one who suggested it, just this November. Ron liked the naughtiness of it beyond measure. Even though in reality a lot of semen just slid off Harry's already wet and slippery with saliva cock before Ron was able to take it into his mouth, but it was the thought that counted the most; for both of them.
Now with Ron's undivided attention on Harry, he was able to massage his bollocks with his now free hand.
With mouth still full of the slightly poignant taste of his own cum, as Harry's cock was sliding back and forth through his lips, Ron almost regretted that he wasn't able to wank at the moment as well. But one was impossible without the other first and it took time before he was going to be able to wank again - he as always wanted everything and at once.
"Mate?" Ron stopped, he didn't pull his mouth off all the way as he looked up at Harry. "I... Nothing... Now you look cute though."
Ron's cheeks reddened and he in response lightly bit Harry's glands. He blinked a few times, still waiting for Harry to add something, but Harry was only smiling like a moron, so Ron resumed.
Ron brought Harry to climax within the next minute, sloppily not stopping as Harry's cum began flooding his mouth, making Harry barely able to stand. Ron was giddy with excitement - he for a while noticed that it was no different whether it was Hermione or Harry who came from his oral, it always made him feel like he was on top of the world.
After swallowing his prise Ron leaned back. He never brought his wand in there, so cleaning and cooling charms were on Harry as always - this way they were able to keep staying in the sauna for much longer than muggles.
Harry put his wand back into the holster, stretched out on the bench and skidded a little to put his head on Ron's lap. Harry wanted to thank him for the amazing blowjob, but fought with himself because he knew that Ron hated to be thanked for that - another quirk that Ron refused to explain.
"What's on your mind?"
"Nothing," lied Ron, starting to play with Harry's hair absentmindedly.
Harry made a series of funny grimaces as if showing that he saw right through his best friend, which Ron ignored.
Ron, as it often was the case right after the fact, felt a little guilty. Not because of Hermione - he wasn't able to keep it to himself and confessed to her a long time ago. She was surprisingly okay with everything as long as he was honest with her about it and didn't try to do more or with somebody - she emphasized that part - before asking her first.
No, the guilt was based on two adjacent things: first - the fact that he was giving head to Harry while Harry was married to Ginny; and Ron didn't even know if his sister was aware of it. And second - he wanted to ask Harry whether she knew, but was afraid to get a 'No' or even worse, which was the thing that tormented him the most - the question might make Harry reconsider and stop their bi-weekly spa visits altogether, at least in their current form.
But not taking Ron's guilt into account - it was perfect for both: Harry fulfilled his fantasy or better say craving of having a man suck him off, and Ron to have to suck a man off. Both were firmly believing that they didn't want to go further.
"Have you ever thought about getting a mustache?" Harry asked.
"Ehm... No? Have you?"
"No. I just had a dream last night. In it you had a big stache." Harry chuckled.
"I think I'd look quite ridiculous with it."
"No, that's not all. You... Well, you can't take my whole cock in your mouth, but -"
"Is this a clumsy attempt to ask me to -"
"No, I know that it's not your thing. Anyway, in that dream you were able to, and as you were blowing me -"
"Having wet dreams just a night before the spa?" Ron said grinning. "Impatient, aren't we?"
"Will you let me finish or what?" Harry looked at him with annoyance, but a small smile still played on his lips. Ron nodded. "Well, you were blowing me, the mustached you, and... Well, your stache tangled with my pubes and you got stuck like that. Then I woke up."
Ron sighed. "Merlin, Harry, I have no words."
Harry shrugged. "Me too, mate. Still gave me a boner though."
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