Harry Potter and the Great War Bonus Chapter

Note: I am fairly sure that I didn't post this here... So, the second bonus chapter from Harry Potter and the Great War. ...eventually, I will finish the first one, really.

Harry Potter and the Great War
(Read after chapter 27)

Harry smiled, “You really want to shag, don’t you?”
“I don’t think that’s a question anymore.” Ron sat up on his knees, sliding his hand to Harry’s crotch, “And you really can’t say that you don’t want to either.”
Harry nodded, “You were sitting in just the right spot, and then you kept rocking back and forth –it would turn anyone on.”
“I want to do more then turn you on.” Ron moved his hand, to lean forward again, his mouth warm next to Harry’s ear, “I want to fuck.”
“Then you better start by loosing all of those clothes, hmm?” Harry pulled Ron’s shirt over his head, “Seems like such a menial thing, since we just put them on…”
“Sorry, I wasn’t thinking –I should have told you I would be seducing you tonight.” Ron pulled back Harry’s covers, and dropped his shirt over the edge of the bed a moment later, letting his hands rove across Harry’s chest. “How’d you get to be so…chiseled?”
Harry laughed again, “How’d you get so fat?” He pinched Ron’s side, before yanking him down out of his straddling position, “You’re still wearing clothes.”
“So are you.” Ron pointed out, “And I’ll have you know, I am not fat.” Harry ignored him to press his lips to Ron’s jaw, his hands pulling Ron’s shorts down, casting them aside to stroke his hand along its length. Ron groaned in his ear, “Hey...you’re not naked yet either.”
“Then take them off.” Harry suggested, moving his hand under the waistband of his boxers, to touch himself, “Wait much longer, and they might not want to come off.”
“Then stop playing with yourself.” Ron was a little apprehensive as he slid his fingers under the fabric.
“Are you going to do it? It’s not like you’ve never seen me naked in the six years we’ve known each other, Ron.”
“I know, but…this is different.” Ron started to inch the fabric down, as Harry’s hands went on top of his wrists, urging them further. He pressed his forehead against Ron’s, moving his hand off of his hip, to his member.
“Feel how bad I want you?” Harry murmured, his hand on top of Ron’s, wrapping his fingers around it, “Don’t’ be so shy…or worried. I’m a new person, this is a new slate. Were you this shy before?”
“He didn’t want so much out of me.”
Harry nodded, understanding, “Well, I do. You’re not just an ass and a cock, Ron. You shouldn’t let people…Draco, treat you like that either.”
Ron nodded, pulling his hand away to push Harry’s shorts over his hips, and then jerked Harry in just the right direction to pull them free, tossing them onto the floor along with their other clothes.
“Mm…that was rough.” Harry teased, pressing his hard on against Ron’s hip, his knee coming up between his legs, underneath his scrotum. Ron turned his head, groaning.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting hard, I thought that was obvious. You’ve got such smooth skin.” Harry gyrated his hips, “And you smell really good…you might make me come.”
“Ah…I should have made you teach me that spell before we started then, huh?”
“Mm, no, not until I know you’ll only use it for good.” Harry slid down, taking Ron into his mouth. He glanced up, feeling fingers clenching into his hair, “You like that?” Ron nodded, grunting as Harry lapped his tongue to the underside of his penis and suckling on his balls. He continued until Ron’s moans grew loud, and the taste of pre-come filled his mouth, “Shh…not so loud.” He moved away, pressing a kiss to Ron’s cheek, “My dad and Remus are just through the wall and we didn’t lock the door…”
Ron nodded, “I want you to fuck me.”
“I think you should go first.” Harry’s fingers moved softly up Ron’s member, “Do you want to be close?”
“As close as possible.” Ron nodded.
Harry nodded, moving from the bed, pulling out his chair from the desk, “Sit down.” He patted the seat.
“Really?”
“Yeah.” Harry nodded.
“Wait…I don’t have any—…”
“It’s okay.” Harry smiled, moving closer, pulling Ron to the edge of the bed.
“No…turn around.” Ron turned him with a touch of his hand, turning Harry’s back to him.
“You really going to do that?” Harry asked.
“Hmm.” Ron nodded, running his hand up Harry’s back, pushing him down, before putting his arms around his waist, pressing his mouth to his anus.
Harry moaned, Ron’s tongue pushing deeper into him, his hand moving off of his back to pet his engorgement, “Oh, fuck Ron…”
Ron hummed in acknowledgement, removing his tongue to push his index finger inside, followed a moment later by his middle finger, “Does that hurt?”
“It feels good.” Harry assured him, pushing back against Ron’s hand, “But I don’t just want your fingers in me…”
“Oh, of course; I’m getting to that.” Ron stood up, his fingers still inside, his other hand running from Harry’s member, up his chest. He moved to the chair, sitting on the edge, his ankles hooking around the front legs, spreading his knees apart.
“You going to take your fingers out any time soon?” Harry asked, groaning, as he straightened, his hands on the back of the chair.
Ron nodded, “When you’re in the right spot.”
Harry smirked, moving to straddle the chair, his cock pressing into Ron’s stomach, Ron bumping against the back of his own hand, “C’mon, Ron, let me put you in.”
Ron slid his hand away, pressing his palms against Harry’s hips, leading him over his phallus slowly. Harry grunted, pressing his forehead into Ron’s neck, pushing his entire length inside with a drawn out moan.
“Does it hurt?” Ron asked, holding him in place, Harry flexing around him.
“It feels good –you’re big.” Harry lifted his head, his knuckles turning white over the back of the chair, before nuzzling his nose under Ron’s chin, pushing his head up to lick his throat, and kiss his neck, “Loosen up, Ron.” He lifted his hands from the back of the chair to move Ron’s hands to his back, “I’m going to make you come, and then I want you to lick me clean before I fuck you.”
“Seriously?” Ron raised an eyebrow.
“Shh.” Harry’s lips pressed to the corner of Ron’s mouth, as close to his lips as he dared to go without breaking his own ‘rule’. “You really talk to much for your own good sometimes, Ron.” He started to rise up from the chair, before pushing back down, his member following a similar movement against Ron’s stomach. Ron’s fingers dug into Harry’s back as his tempo rose, moving faster; up and down, up and down… Harry grunted in his ear, laying his head against his shoulder as he rode, driving his best friend harder into him, tightening around him.
“Fuck, Harry…I’m gonna come.” Ron finally couldn’t hold back any more, moaning, his hands moving back to Harry’s hips, holding him for a few extra seconds as he descended back down before he ascended again, “Shit…”
“Come then.” Harry murmured, licking Ron’s earlobe, “You feel so good, so big…” He grunted, “And you keep hitting just the right spot… It makes me feel so hot.” His mouth closed around his ear lobe again, biting softly with his teeth. Ron grunted softly in his ear, his fingers digging deeper, his eyes flickering shut, and his breath quickened, gasping before quietly crying out as he exploded. Harry’s voice joined his, his cock still hardened between their bodies. He waited until he could feel Ron’s last spasm before resting.
“Are you tired?” Harry teased, pressing his forehead against Ron’s, licking his own lips, “You better not be; I’m still hard, and I’m going to fuck you whether you are conscious or not.”
Ron shook his head, “No…I want you to. You were…amazing. I never felt that great before. You’re excellent.” He pressed a kiss to Harry’s throat, “Can you stand… I want to lick you clean…”
“I’ve a better idea….” Harry rose up, pulling himself off with a slimy, squelching sort of pop followed by a grunt. He ran a finger up Ron’s come-covered cock, before pressing it to Ron’s lips, “Taste it though, if you want.” Ron’s lips parted, his tongue swirling around Harry’s finger.
“Mmm… I think yours would taste better.” Ron teased.
Harry smiled, standing unsteadily for a moment before regaining his balance, holding a hand out to Ron, “C’mon, get up...” He turned the chair around with one hand, the other going between his legs, coating his hand in the come, “Bend over the back.”
Ron looked concerned for a moment, but did as he was asked, surprised when Harry pressed his coated hand against his ass, pushing a finger inside, “Relax…don’t tense up, or I’ll never get in –and come isn’t the best lubrication, but it’s probably better then saliva.”
“You seemed to like it.” Ron scoffed.
“I liked your tongue. I wish I could have seen it darting in an out… I’ll bet it would have been really hot to see.” Harry pressed a kiss to Ron’s back, pushing a second finger in with his first. Ron gave a quiet grunt, biting his lip. “Did that hurt?”
“Not that much…I think I can take you now.” Ron coaxed.
“Just a little bit more…” Harry’s hand went back between his legs again, and then against Ron’s phallus, before coating his own penis with the thick cream, “Okay.” He stepped away from Ron, his hand still wetting his cock, taking a seat in the chair, tugging Ron in front of him, “Sit like I did, straddling the chair.” He took his hands, leading him into the position he had just came out of, “Okay…now just…ease down, as slowly as you need to.” He looked up at Ron’s face, watching his expression, as he sank down, enveloping the second penis to ever penetrate his opening. He was overcome by the urge to kiss his bitten lips, open those clenched eyelids, remove that pained expression.
Ron breathed a sigh, open his eyes a minute later, now sitting somewhat comfortably in Harry’s lap, fully impaled, “You’re massive.” He breathed, his hands pressed against his chest, “I think you’re even bigger then Draco…”
Harry smiled, “It’s this position…It makes everything…tighter.” He grunted as Ron tightened around him, “Mm…that feels good –your arse is seems so small and tight.” He pulled Ron forward to lick his throat again, “Ride me, like I did to you. Do it slow first, then speed up when you think you can handle it.” He titled Ron’s head down, looking into his eyes, “Make me come like you did. You want to taste it, don’t you? Feel it burst inside of you, coat your insides.”
“Fuck, you’re making me hot.” Ron gripped the back of the chair, lifting himself up at the knees, not quite all of the way, before coaxing back down –up and down, up and down; a couple of times, gradually picking up the pace. Harry’s hands on his hips kept him from lifting off to far, keeping his head just inside, pre-come trickling down his cock, further lubricating Ron’s cavity.
“Are you sure you’ve only done this the one time, Ron?” Harry teased, “You’re brilliant...I don’t think I’ve ever ejaculated this quickly before.” He grunted, pulling Ron tighter, “Fuck…you don’t know how badly I want to pick you up like a rag doll, and drill you.”
“That’s why I like this.” Ron murmured, quickening his face, feeling Harry’s excitement, “It puts me in control…you like that, don’t you? Being in control all of the time?” His eyes closed again, as he felt Harry’s first spurt of come filling him, “Ung…oh…”
“Hit the spot, right? You’re not even full are you? You could still fit a couple inches in.” Harry pulled him down tight, letting Ron ride him steadily, “Oh fuck Ron…harder.” He moaned, another spurt erupting, “Faster.”
Ron complied without complain, hands turning even whiter on the back of the chair, moving faster and faster until Harry’s body tightened for the last time before going limp. He took a few final, slow pumps, before he too rested, his head laying against Harry’s chest.
“You’re hard again, aren’t you?” Harry tilted Ron’s face upwards. “You refresh quick…”
“I don’t think I could handle another go…” Ron shook his head. “One good fucking a night is all I can take…but you still get me excited –your face when you come so sexy...and your little animalistic grunts make me want to come all over you.” He hid his face against Harry’s neck again to ignore the temptation to kiss him. “Do you want me to get off of you? Your body is so warm…”
“Hmm.” Harry’s vocalization was neither in agreement nor disapproval, “I like being in you…”He kissed Ron’s shoulder, “But yeah…I need to cool off.”
Ron nodded, starting to stand, Harry sliding out of him, along with a gush of come, which started to run down his member, and across his thighs.
“You’ve made a mess.” Harry taunted, holding Ron’s wrist. “You should at least try to clean some of it…”
Ron raised an eyebrow, but knelt down, running his tongue up Harry’s thigh, tasting his come for the first time. He groaned, enjoying it for a moment, before lapping it up further from his thighs, then from his scrotum before engulfing his mouth over his cock until every trace of come was gone a minute later.
“Good?” Harry smiled.
Ron nodded, “The best. Just as I thought it would be.”
“Pity…you didn’t save me any…I’ll just have to go elsewhere.” His hands were instantly on Ron’s hips, flipping him around, his mouth on his ass, his tongue lapping against his crevice.
“Shit!” Ron groaned, surprised as Harry’s tongue darted in and out of his still relaxed ass, and his hand moved between his legs to stroke his again hardening cock.
“Mmm…you’re right, it is good.” Harry licked a final trace from Ron’s buttocks, his hand still pumping Ron’s re-hardened member, “But I never got to try yours.” He turned Ron back around with the touch of his hand on his hip, standing up, still stroking him with his fingers, “You feel feverish, Ron.” He moved closer, urging him back towards his bed. “Maybe you could lay down, and I’ll take care of you.”
“But…” Ron gasped, as Harry pushed him back onto his bed, and kneeling down in front of him to put his mouth over his cock again. “Ungh…what about the whole fairness thing, Harry? You’re not hard again…”
“You’ll owe me one.” Harry took a moment to lick the tip of Ron’s again dripping cock, “I guess we’ll have to do this again, hmm?”
Ron groaned, “Harry…”
Harry was surprised as Ron erupted in his mouth, taking a moment before he was able to swallow it down, some of it escaping past his lips.
Ron took a moment to catch his breath before looking up, “I’m sorry… I tried to tell you…”
Harry brushed the traces from his lips, licking it off of his thumb, “It’s alright, Ron.” He took a moment to get up from the floor, stretching his arms behind his back, “Actually…I feel really good now. Thank you.” He moved to kneel over Ron, his knees tight on Ron’s hips as he pressed his lips to his mouth, savoring a very long kiss, Ron’s tongue finding remnants of their combined come as a salty, but not unsatisfying flavor to their kiss.
“What about your rule?” Ron breathed after Harry pulled away, moving away to make a farewell lap at his cock.
“We were done.” Harry smiled, “I didn’t say I couldn’t kiss you after we finished…just not while we were having sex.”