"It...was...a...lovely...party..." Harry sputtered through his teeth in rhythm to Ron's cock pounding into his arse.
"Yeah?" Ron grunted, balling his fist in Harry's hair and tugging. "You didn't seem to be enjoying your party too much."
For a moment, Ron wasn't sure if Harry was going to respond and he could understand why as both their minds were elsewhere. But when Harry did talk, it was quiet and not what Ron was expecting.
"Birthday parties make me uncomfortable. I don't know what to do with them."
Ron stilled, buried deep in Harry who whined and looked over his shoulder to Ron, questioning.
Holding Harry tight, Ron rolled them both on their sides, raising Harry's leg so he could continue to fuck him--this time slow and tender--while he watched Harry lose his melancholy and the childhood trauma he wore sometimes when he didn't think anyone could see.
His pace was steady, irritatingly steady and he kept it up until Harry ordered him to stop. Not with words, but with fingers digging into Ron's hip, his teeth biting down on his lower lip, and his eyes urging.
Ron wrapped his arm around Harry's leg and brought it to his chest, opening him up so he could better hit the spot that made Harry grunt and gasp, beg and plead. Ron buried his head into the back of Harry's neck before biting down on his shoulder as he pumped deep, and came with a growl.
"No more parties," Ron whispered, wrapping his hands around Harry's cock, swiping his thumb over the tip.
"Mmmm, I like this party. I like this one... a lot," Harry said, rolling onto his back, kissing Ron.
Ron smiled as he slid down Harry's body and took his cock down his throat, stroking it with his tongue and jaw.
"Yeah, I like this party just fine," Harry said, putting his hands behind his back and looking down at Ron working his cock, milking him, swallowing his come with a greedy gulp before he looked up through his lashes.
"Yeah?" Ron grunted, balling his fist in Harry's hair and tugging. "You didn't seem to be enjoying your party too much."
For a moment, Ron wasn't sure if Harry was going to respond and he could understand why as both their minds were elsewhere. But when Harry did talk, it was quiet and not what Ron was expecting.
"Birthday parties make me uncomfortable. I don't know what to do with them."
Ron stilled, buried deep in Harry who whined and looked over his shoulder to Ron, questioning.
Holding Harry tight, Ron rolled them both on their sides, raising Harry's leg so he could continue to fuck him--this time slow and tender--while he watched Harry lose his melancholy and the childhood trauma he wore sometimes when he didn't think anyone could see.
His pace was steady, irritatingly steady and he kept it up until Harry ordered him to stop. Not with words, but with fingers digging into Ron's hip, his teeth biting down on his lower lip, and his eyes urging.
Ron wrapped his arm around Harry's leg and brought it to his chest, opening him up so he could better hit the spot that made Harry grunt and gasp, beg and plead. Ron buried his head into the back of Harry's neck before biting down on his shoulder as he pumped deep, and came with a growl.
"No more parties," Ron whispered, wrapping his hands around Harry's cock, swiping his thumb over the tip.
"Mmmm, I like this party. I like this one... a lot," Harry said, rolling onto his back, kissing Ron.
Ron smiled as he slid down Harry's body and took his cock down his throat, stroking it with his tongue and jaw.
"Yeah, I like this party just fine," Harry said, putting his hands behind his back and looking down at Ron working his cock, milking him, swallowing his come with a greedy gulp before he looked up through his lashes.
"Harry?"
"Yeah?"
"Happy Birthday."