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phineasjonesomg. look at the time stamp. ::facepalms:: writing smut is so fricking hard! how do you all do it? man. this took me forever. and... really, i have no idea whether it works. but it's late and i'm posting it, damnit.
Ron couldn’t understand how Muggles could get anything done in a day when it took so incredibly long just to get from here to there. Outside the restaurant, with Dom’s hands clutching at his hips and Dom’s teeth tugging his bottom lip, it was all Ron could do to keep from wrapping his arms around Dom and Apparating them both back to his room at Order headquarters. But Dom had agreed that they would go to his flat and said a cab would be the quickest way to get there. Ron couldn’t imagine the slowest way then, since the cab ride took a good thirty minutes at least.
They sat quietly in the cab. Ron took Dom’s hand and examined the chunky silver rings he wore, twisting them around on his fingers. Then Dom took his hand away and traced the side seam of Ron’s trousers, dragging his fingers along Ron’s thigh and grinning devilishly. Ron’s breath quickened and he thought the driver was going awfully slowly.
By the time they made it inside Dom’s flat, Ron had an urgent need to take a piss. Dom laughed and pointed him to the loo, apologizing over and over for the mess. Ron didn’t think it was so bad really; it just looked comfortable. Once inside the dark bathroom, Ron realized he didn’t know how to turn on the light. He knew they were electric and that there was some way to switch them on. In the back room of Hermione’s shop, there was a chain to pull. He waved his arms around over his head, but didn’t feel any chain. Eager to finish his business and get back to Dom, he pulled his wand out of his coat and muttered, “Lumos,” setting it on the sink while he relieved himself.
When he stepped out of the loo, Dom barreled into him, pushing him backward until the back of his knees hit the edge of a couch and he fell back onto it with a surprised “oof.” Before he even had time to marvel at Dom’s wiry strength, Dom was crawling onto the couch, straddling Ron. Dom was taller this way, sitting on Ron’s legs, and he cupped his hands around Ron’s jaw and leaned down to kiss him. The kiss was wet and slow and Ron moaned into Dom’s mouth. He wrapped his arms around Dom and put his hands on his backside, pulling Dom’s hips against his and kneading his arse.
“God,” Dom hissed out in a whisper, grinding down against Ron. Dom’s stubble scraped against Ron’s cheek as he moved to bite Ron’s earlobe, breath gusting over Ron’s ear and making him shiver. He was just starting to worry that he would embarrass himself by coming in his pants – after all, it had been a while – when Dom sat up and backed off of him. He put out his hand to help Ron off the couch, “Come on.”
Ron followed him into another room, his bedroom. Dom pushed him gently backward again, easing him down onto the bed, pulling off his coat and tossing it to the floor. He slid his hands up Ron’s body, catching his shirt and pushing it up until it caught under his arms.
When he paused, Ron looked down at him and found Dom looking at him, a big, boyish grin on his face. He looked down at Ron’s chest and then up again, leaning forward to whisper, “Freckles!” as if it were the most exciting thing he could think of. Ron’s laugh caught in his throat when he felt Dom’s tongue and teeth on his nipple. Dom kept moving down his body, tasting and nibbling as he went. Ron’s hips jerked involuntarily when Dom bit the skin just below his belly button.
“Shhh,” Dom said as he smoothed his hands over Ron’s hips, undoing his trousers and pulling them off. He paused again and Ron pushed up onto his elbows to see Dom staring up at him as drew his tongue along the underside of Ron’s cock. Ron fought to keep still and quiet as Dom then mouthed the tip, still holding Ron’s gaze. When Dom gripped the base with one hand and took the length into his mouth, Ron fell back against the pillows, sucking air in through his teeth and grasping fistfuls of Dom’s sheets.
Dom twisted his hand, bringing it up to meet his mouth and down again, bobbing his head and making obscene slurping noises that Ron answered with little grunts he couldn’t contain. It was so good, so intense, that Ron knew he wouldn’t last long. He felt his stomach tense just as Dom moved one hand under him and squeezed his arse. He came hard into Dom’s mouth, his whole body jerking with the rhythm of Dom’s hand on his cock.
When Dom crawled up over him, he was grinning again. “Do you have any idea how completely hot you are?” he asked Ron. Ron thought about how ridiculous it was to be blushing in front of the man who had just sucked him off. But he could feel the heat in his face and was glad there wasn’t much light in the room. It was just that no one ever said things like that to him.
Dom settled on top of Ron and kissed him, the cold shock of his belt buckle on Ron’s stomach making him gasp. “You’re wearing far too much clothing,” he mumbled against Dom’s lips, noting the press of Dom’s erection against his hip.
“Yeah?” Dom’s voice was thick and heavy, “What are you going to do about that?”
Ron rolled them over, pushing Dom onto his back and tugging his shirt up and over his head. He watched Dom bite down on the tip of his tongue when he reached for the belt buckle, pulling it open and pressing his hand against the zipper of his jeans. Dom’s eyes fluttered closed and he whispered, “Please.” Ron slid Dom’s jeans off and lay down alongside him, lightly running his hand along Dom’s cock. Dom whimpered and pressed his face into the crock of Ron’s neck, whining, “Pleeease” again.
He wrapped his hand around Dom’s cock and Dom pressed forward, rocking up off the bed. He wound his fingers into Ron’s hair and exhaled little puffs of air against the skin of Ron’s neck as Ron stroked him.
He said Ron’s name as he came and Ron worried that he might be blushing again and felt like a complete girl for thinking it was really sweet. But it was sweet. And incredibly hot as well. And all around a much better end to his evening than he had anticipated when sitting through dinner, miserably aware of his own inability to hold a normal conversation.
This definitely beat talking, he thought as his kissed Dom’s neck and collarbone. Dom seemed to agree, looking up at him with a sleepy, satisfied smile. “There’s a towel there by the bed table,” he pointed. Ron almost asked “For what?” but remembered just in time: no cleaning charms. Right.
Dom didn’t ask him to stay but he curled up against him and pulled the blankets over them and Ron couldn’t think of a single place he’d rather be.
part 7
i really can't wait to write the next scene. it's a fun one. but yes, actually i can wait. bed calls. 'night.
Ron couldn’t understand how Muggles could get anything done in a day when it took so incredibly long just to get from here to there. Outside the restaurant, with Dom’s hands clutching at his hips and Dom’s teeth tugging his bottom lip, it was all Ron could do to keep from wrapping his arms around Dom and Apparating them both back to his room at Order headquarters. But Dom had agreed that they would go to his flat and said a cab would be the quickest way to get there. Ron couldn’t imagine the slowest way then, since the cab ride took a good thirty minutes at least.
They sat quietly in the cab. Ron took Dom’s hand and examined the chunky silver rings he wore, twisting them around on his fingers. Then Dom took his hand away and traced the side seam of Ron’s trousers, dragging his fingers along Ron’s thigh and grinning devilishly. Ron’s breath quickened and he thought the driver was going awfully slowly.
By the time they made it inside Dom’s flat, Ron had an urgent need to take a piss. Dom laughed and pointed him to the loo, apologizing over and over for the mess. Ron didn’t think it was so bad really; it just looked comfortable. Once inside the dark bathroom, Ron realized he didn’t know how to turn on the light. He knew they were electric and that there was some way to switch them on. In the back room of Hermione’s shop, there was a chain to pull. He waved his arms around over his head, but didn’t feel any chain. Eager to finish his business and get back to Dom, he pulled his wand out of his coat and muttered, “Lumos,” setting it on the sink while he relieved himself.
When he stepped out of the loo, Dom barreled into him, pushing him backward until the back of his knees hit the edge of a couch and he fell back onto it with a surprised “oof.” Before he even had time to marvel at Dom’s wiry strength, Dom was crawling onto the couch, straddling Ron. Dom was taller this way, sitting on Ron’s legs, and he cupped his hands around Ron’s jaw and leaned down to kiss him. The kiss was wet and slow and Ron moaned into Dom’s mouth. He wrapped his arms around Dom and put his hands on his backside, pulling Dom’s hips against his and kneading his arse.
“God,” Dom hissed out in a whisper, grinding down against Ron. Dom’s stubble scraped against Ron’s cheek as he moved to bite Ron’s earlobe, breath gusting over Ron’s ear and making him shiver. He was just starting to worry that he would embarrass himself by coming in his pants – after all, it had been a while – when Dom sat up and backed off of him. He put out his hand to help Ron off the couch, “Come on.”
Ron followed him into another room, his bedroom. Dom pushed him gently backward again, easing him down onto the bed, pulling off his coat and tossing it to the floor. He slid his hands up Ron’s body, catching his shirt and pushing it up until it caught under his arms.
When he paused, Ron looked down at him and found Dom looking at him, a big, boyish grin on his face. He looked down at Ron’s chest and then up again, leaning forward to whisper, “Freckles!” as if it were the most exciting thing he could think of. Ron’s laugh caught in his throat when he felt Dom’s tongue and teeth on his nipple. Dom kept moving down his body, tasting and nibbling as he went. Ron’s hips jerked involuntarily when Dom bit the skin just below his belly button.
“Shhh,” Dom said as he smoothed his hands over Ron’s hips, undoing his trousers and pulling them off. He paused again and Ron pushed up onto his elbows to see Dom staring up at him as drew his tongue along the underside of Ron’s cock. Ron fought to keep still and quiet as Dom then mouthed the tip, still holding Ron’s gaze. When Dom gripped the base with one hand and took the length into his mouth, Ron fell back against the pillows, sucking air in through his teeth and grasping fistfuls of Dom’s sheets.
Dom twisted his hand, bringing it up to meet his mouth and down again, bobbing his head and making obscene slurping noises that Ron answered with little grunts he couldn’t contain. It was so good, so intense, that Ron knew he wouldn’t last long. He felt his stomach tense just as Dom moved one hand under him and squeezed his arse. He came hard into Dom’s mouth, his whole body jerking with the rhythm of Dom’s hand on his cock.
When Dom crawled up over him, he was grinning again. “Do you have any idea how completely hot you are?” he asked Ron. Ron thought about how ridiculous it was to be blushing in front of the man who had just sucked him off. But he could feel the heat in his face and was glad there wasn’t much light in the room. It was just that no one ever said things like that to him.
Dom settled on top of Ron and kissed him, the cold shock of his belt buckle on Ron’s stomach making him gasp. “You’re wearing far too much clothing,” he mumbled against Dom’s lips, noting the press of Dom’s erection against his hip.
“Yeah?” Dom’s voice was thick and heavy, “What are you going to do about that?”
Ron rolled them over, pushing Dom onto his back and tugging his shirt up and over his head. He watched Dom bite down on the tip of his tongue when he reached for the belt buckle, pulling it open and pressing his hand against the zipper of his jeans. Dom’s eyes fluttered closed and he whispered, “Please.” Ron slid Dom’s jeans off and lay down alongside him, lightly running his hand along Dom’s cock. Dom whimpered and pressed his face into the crock of Ron’s neck, whining, “Pleeease” again.
He wrapped his hand around Dom’s cock and Dom pressed forward, rocking up off the bed. He wound his fingers into Ron’s hair and exhaled little puffs of air against the skin of Ron’s neck as Ron stroked him.
He said Ron’s name as he came and Ron worried that he might be blushing again and felt like a complete girl for thinking it was really sweet. But it was sweet. And incredibly hot as well. And all around a much better end to his evening than he had anticipated when sitting through dinner, miserably aware of his own inability to hold a normal conversation.
This definitely beat talking, he thought as his kissed Dom’s neck and collarbone. Dom seemed to agree, looking up at him with a sleepy, satisfied smile. “There’s a towel there by the bed table,” he pointed. Ron almost asked “For what?” but remembered just in time: no cleaning charms. Right.
Dom didn’t ask him to stay but he curled up against him and pulled the blankets over them and Ron couldn’t think of a single place he’d rather be.
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part 7
i really can't wait to write the next scene. it's a fun one. but yes, actually i can wait. bed calls. 'night.
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