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FIC: Magical Heat (Harry/Ron; NC-17; 1400)
Fandom: Harry Potter
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. No copyright infringement intended.
Title: Magical Heat
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~1400
Status: Complete
Summary: The good ol' "We're stuck somewhere cold and must warm each other up by using cliché but never-boring means," plot.
Warnings: Cabin!fic, ergo fluff.
Note: Advent drabble #4. Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nolagal. Her prompt was — snowed in. So sorry this is late. ♥
Magical Heat
"Harry?"
"Hmm?"
"I'm cold," Ron whined, and then remembered he should make his teeth clatter. So clatter they did.
"Turn the heat up," Harry said sleepily.
"Auror mission gone wrong? Stuck in a cabin with no heat in the middle of nowhere? Ring any bells?"
"Oh right. Get another blanket."
"Stuck in a cabin with no heat in the middle of nowhere with just one blanket that we're currently sharing on the cold, cold floor? Sound familiar?"
"Mmm. Conjure a fire," Harry yawned.
Ron looked around the cabin at the many cheerful, blue flames that were strewn all around Harry and Ron's makeshift bed. Pretty they were, warming they were not.
"It's not working," Ron sighed, looking at the back of Harry's dark head. It was the only visible part of Harry; a thin blanket, which Harry hugged close as he slept, hid everything else. Resolved, Ron came a little closer and pressed his cold body to Harry's cruelly warm one.
"Damn it, Ron!" Harry hissed, shivering. "You're a freaking iceberg!" Harry squirmed, trying to get away, but Ron held fast, wrapping his arms around Harry's torso.
"And you're a bloody furnace." Ron meant to say that accusingly, but it came out sounding delighted. It was really nice to be pressed so close to Harry. Warmth notwithstanding.
Harry huffed and then freed himself, turning around. Green eyes peered at Ron's face, looking odd and naked without glasses, and Ron shivered involuntarily.
"You really are cold," Harry said, worried.
"So cold."
Harry grabbed Ron's hands and brought them towards his mouth, breathing warmly over them while rubbing them together.
"I'm cold everywhere," Ron whimpered pathetically.
After giving him a long, speculative look, Harry released his hands and reached underneath Ron's shirt to rub his sides with his hands.
"Better?" Harry whispered, his face incredibly close to Ron's.
"Much," Ron breathed, snuggling closer by wrapping his hands around Harry's body again. "Oh keep doing that," he urged, and Harry made no move to stop his warming caress. Emboldened, Ron lowered his hands, slowly edging towards Harry's spine, waiting with bated breath for the moment when Harry would stop him. The moment never came though, and Ron's hands pushed unhampered beneath Harry's pants. Cold palms settled on Harry's bum, cupping the firm, warm mounds and rubbing gently.
Harry's breath hitched, and he stared at Ron with wide, unfocused eyes. "Your hands are really cold," he panted finally, still whispering, kindly not mentioning the fact that besides being cold, Ron's hands were also rather intrusive.
"This is helping," Ron assured, massaging Harry's buttocks and pondering the possibility of an unexpected accident occurring because it seemed his hands were glued to Harry's smooth skin, and unfortunately, or rather, fortunately, Ron was unable to move them away. Not that he tried.
"Yeah," Harry gasped a little, his hands clutching Ron's sides. "It's getting warmer."
Ron licked his lips, watching Harry's pale face, bathed in the dancing reflection of blue flames. His full lips were parted as he breathed heavily and Ron could feel hot puffs of air caressing his skin.
"My lips are cold too," Ron said quickly.
"Horrible!" Harry gasped, and promptly pressed his scorching lips to Ron's. It was a magical kiss, obviously, because Ron suddenly felt not warm, but hot. He was positively burning up when Harry's tongue slipped into his mouth, exploring most thoroughly. Ron's hands gripped Harry's arse tighter, his fingers slipping between pert arse cheeks, finding more warmth and furrowed skin that encircled tightness. Harry's body twitched as he yelped in surprise, but then he moaned and hummed, deepening the kiss and pressing his chest even closer to Ron's.
"Mmm." Harry pulled black a little, licking Ron's lips. "They're warm now," he declared. "Want me to heat up something else?" he asked, rather sultrily, Ron had the nerve to think. He had the nerve to believe it too, because Harry looked at him with dark eyes, steadily rolling his hips, making Ron's finger caress and push and tease, trying to penetrate but not quite daring.
Ron could do little but nod and let Harry warm up whatever part of his body he wished. Harry made a wise choice, his hand slipping beneath Ron's pants and wrapping itself around Ron's achingly hard cock.
"Hmm. That's warm," Harry purred.
Ron spared a moment to moan and shudder, and then, worried that Harry's statement was indeed a threat, he thought of an argument quickly. "Your hand is cold though. I should warm it up; return the favour. It's only fair."
"That makes sense," Harry agreed sincerely, steadily moving his hand at the same time pulling Ron's earlobe into his mouth. Which was truly unnecessary because Ron's ears were very warm indeed, but it was still most certainly welcome. Harry's hand slid up and down Ron's cock while his tongue and teeth teased Ron's ear and Ron forgot the meaning of the word cold.
Pushing Harry's pants down, so he could grab the flesh in his hands even harder, Ron regretted he couldn't permanently unstuck his palms from the skin of Harry's buttocks. He'd wrap them around Harry's cock if he could. And he did want to, but he also wanted to keep his hands were they were. The choice before him was completely unfair. And that was without pondering the other enticing body parts Harry possessed. Ron clearly didn't have enough limbs.
Harry solved the problem, however, in an ingenious way. He reached for his own cock and aligned it against Ron's, pressing their bodies tightly together, his thumb still circling the head of Ron's prick.
And that was spectacular. And inflaming. And the most perfect feeling ever. Harry moved his body, rolling his hips, and grinding faster and faster by the second. Determined to participate, Ron grabbed Harry's arse harshly, helping Harry move, manoeuvring his light, firm body, and increasing their speed as their cocks rubbed against each other.
Harry lowered his head, breathing hotly against Ron's neck, panting out small Oh! Oh! Oh!s of delight, his leg hooking behind Ron's as though he wanted to climb on top of him, or possibly trying to fuse their bodies together. Suddenly it was too warm and the blue colour of the flames spread everywhere making Ron suspect that the whole cabin was on fire, but he hardly cared. Harry was moving harder and faster, biting down on Ron's neck and mumbling something incoherent before his body jerked as he gave a long, shuddering moan. Sudden stickiness between them made their movements even more fluid and perfect, and then adding to perfection, Harry threw his head back, baring his delectable throat. Taking the offer, Ron licked and tasted Harry's skin, sure that skin shouldn't taste so brilliantly, but the evidence proved otherwise.
It didn't take Ron long after that, not with Harry persistently rubbing his whole body against his and Harry's taste and scent filling his nostrils. Ron groaned loudly, pressing Harry so firmly to himself that Harry cried out together with him as his arse was pinched and squeezed, and possibly accidentally violated with a dry finger.
Ron's limbs felt lax as he spilled himself, sprouting sticky, white mess over Harry's cock and stomach. Dizzy and exhausted though he was, he did remember to massage Harry's abused bum in apology.
"Oh!" Harry commented against Ron's neck with an air of obvious approval, clearly far from mad.
"Yeah," Ron agreed, still clutching Harry close, resolved to keep him there. Possibly forever, if allowed. They were sticky and sweaty and pressed so tightly together, Ron was now sure that Harry's skin was made of glue. Not caring, he grinned, noting that the cabin hadn't burned down at all, but he was warm inside and out.
Ron sighed happily. "I reckon this wasn't what Hermione had in mind when she said to use our wands to warm each other up if something like this ever happened."
"Mmm," Harry murmured, sounding sleepy again. He lifted his head, gave Ron a lazy, sloppy kiss, and then after smiling briefly but brilliantly, buried his head in the crook of Ron's neck. Ridiculously, though Harry was warm everywhere else, his nose was cold as it pressed against Ron's heated skin. And Ron must have lost his mind for thinking that was unbearably cute. But it really was.
"I think she meant we should cast Warming Charms," Harry yawned, and then randomly licked and kissed Ron's neck, humming quietly and settling down.
"Oh." Ron pressed his cheek to Harry's head. "I forgot about those."
Harry sighed contently, half-asleep. "Yeah. Me too."
Fin
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. No copyright infringement intended.
Title: Magical Heat
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~1400
Status: Complete
Summary: The good ol' "We're stuck somewhere cold and must warm each other up by using cliché but never-boring means," plot.
Warnings: Cabin!fic, ergo fluff.
Note: Advent drabble #4. Written for
nolagal. Her prompt was — snowed in. So sorry this is late. ♥"Harry?"
"Hmm?"
"I'm cold," Ron whined, and then remembered he should make his teeth clatter. So clatter they did.
"Turn the heat up," Harry said sleepily.
"Auror mission gone wrong? Stuck in a cabin with no heat in the middle of nowhere? Ring any bells?"
"Oh right. Get another blanket."
"Stuck in a cabin with no heat in the middle of nowhere with just one blanket that we're currently sharing on the cold, cold floor? Sound familiar?"
"Mmm. Conjure a fire," Harry yawned.
Ron looked around the cabin at the many cheerful, blue flames that were strewn all around Harry and Ron's makeshift bed. Pretty they were, warming they were not.
"It's not working," Ron sighed, looking at the back of Harry's dark head. It was the only visible part of Harry; a thin blanket, which Harry hugged close as he slept, hid everything else. Resolved, Ron came a little closer and pressed his cold body to Harry's cruelly warm one.
"Damn it, Ron!" Harry hissed, shivering. "You're a freaking iceberg!" Harry squirmed, trying to get away, but Ron held fast, wrapping his arms around Harry's torso.
"And you're a bloody furnace." Ron meant to say that accusingly, but it came out sounding delighted. It was really nice to be pressed so close to Harry. Warmth notwithstanding.
Harry huffed and then freed himself, turning around. Green eyes peered at Ron's face, looking odd and naked without glasses, and Ron shivered involuntarily.
"You really are cold," Harry said, worried.
"So cold."
Harry grabbed Ron's hands and brought them towards his mouth, breathing warmly over them while rubbing them together.
"I'm cold everywhere," Ron whimpered pathetically.
After giving him a long, speculative look, Harry released his hands and reached underneath Ron's shirt to rub his sides with his hands.
"Better?" Harry whispered, his face incredibly close to Ron's.
"Much," Ron breathed, snuggling closer by wrapping his hands around Harry's body again. "Oh keep doing that," he urged, and Harry made no move to stop his warming caress. Emboldened, Ron lowered his hands, slowly edging towards Harry's spine, waiting with bated breath for the moment when Harry would stop him. The moment never came though, and Ron's hands pushed unhampered beneath Harry's pants. Cold palms settled on Harry's bum, cupping the firm, warm mounds and rubbing gently.
Harry's breath hitched, and he stared at Ron with wide, unfocused eyes. "Your hands are really cold," he panted finally, still whispering, kindly not mentioning the fact that besides being cold, Ron's hands were also rather intrusive.
"This is helping," Ron assured, massaging Harry's buttocks and pondering the possibility of an unexpected accident occurring because it seemed his hands were glued to Harry's smooth skin, and unfortunately, or rather, fortunately, Ron was unable to move them away. Not that he tried.
"Yeah," Harry gasped a little, his hands clutching Ron's sides. "It's getting warmer."
Ron licked his lips, watching Harry's pale face, bathed in the dancing reflection of blue flames. His full lips were parted as he breathed heavily and Ron could feel hot puffs of air caressing his skin.
"My lips are cold too," Ron said quickly.
"Horrible!" Harry gasped, and promptly pressed his scorching lips to Ron's. It was a magical kiss, obviously, because Ron suddenly felt not warm, but hot. He was positively burning up when Harry's tongue slipped into his mouth, exploring most thoroughly. Ron's hands gripped Harry's arse tighter, his fingers slipping between pert arse cheeks, finding more warmth and furrowed skin that encircled tightness. Harry's body twitched as he yelped in surprise, but then he moaned and hummed, deepening the kiss and pressing his chest even closer to Ron's.
"Mmm." Harry pulled black a little, licking Ron's lips. "They're warm now," he declared. "Want me to heat up something else?" he asked, rather sultrily, Ron had the nerve to think. He had the nerve to believe it too, because Harry looked at him with dark eyes, steadily rolling his hips, making Ron's finger caress and push and tease, trying to penetrate but not quite daring.
Ron could do little but nod and let Harry warm up whatever part of his body he wished. Harry made a wise choice, his hand slipping beneath Ron's pants and wrapping itself around Ron's achingly hard cock.
"Hmm. That's warm," Harry purred.
Ron spared a moment to moan and shudder, and then, worried that Harry's statement was indeed a threat, he thought of an argument quickly. "Your hand is cold though. I should warm it up; return the favour. It's only fair."
"That makes sense," Harry agreed sincerely, steadily moving his hand at the same time pulling Ron's earlobe into his mouth. Which was truly unnecessary because Ron's ears were very warm indeed, but it was still most certainly welcome. Harry's hand slid up and down Ron's cock while his tongue and teeth teased Ron's ear and Ron forgot the meaning of the word cold.
Pushing Harry's pants down, so he could grab the flesh in his hands even harder, Ron regretted he couldn't permanently unstuck his palms from the skin of Harry's buttocks. He'd wrap them around Harry's cock if he could. And he did want to, but he also wanted to keep his hands were they were. The choice before him was completely unfair. And that was without pondering the other enticing body parts Harry possessed. Ron clearly didn't have enough limbs.
Harry solved the problem, however, in an ingenious way. He reached for his own cock and aligned it against Ron's, pressing their bodies tightly together, his thumb still circling the head of Ron's prick.
And that was spectacular. And inflaming. And the most perfect feeling ever. Harry moved his body, rolling his hips, and grinding faster and faster by the second. Determined to participate, Ron grabbed Harry's arse harshly, helping Harry move, manoeuvring his light, firm body, and increasing their speed as their cocks rubbed against each other.
Harry lowered his head, breathing hotly against Ron's neck, panting out small Oh! Oh! Oh!s of delight, his leg hooking behind Ron's as though he wanted to climb on top of him, or possibly trying to fuse their bodies together. Suddenly it was too warm and the blue colour of the flames spread everywhere making Ron suspect that the whole cabin was on fire, but he hardly cared. Harry was moving harder and faster, biting down on Ron's neck and mumbling something incoherent before his body jerked as he gave a long, shuddering moan. Sudden stickiness between them made their movements even more fluid and perfect, and then adding to perfection, Harry threw his head back, baring his delectable throat. Taking the offer, Ron licked and tasted Harry's skin, sure that skin shouldn't taste so brilliantly, but the evidence proved otherwise.
It didn't take Ron long after that, not with Harry persistently rubbing his whole body against his and Harry's taste and scent filling his nostrils. Ron groaned loudly, pressing Harry so firmly to himself that Harry cried out together with him as his arse was pinched and squeezed, and possibly accidentally violated with a dry finger.
Ron's limbs felt lax as he spilled himself, sprouting sticky, white mess over Harry's cock and stomach. Dizzy and exhausted though he was, he did remember to massage Harry's abused bum in apology.
"Oh!" Harry commented against Ron's neck with an air of obvious approval, clearly far from mad.
"Yeah," Ron agreed, still clutching Harry close, resolved to keep him there. Possibly forever, if allowed. They were sticky and sweaty and pressed so tightly together, Ron was now sure that Harry's skin was made of glue. Not caring, he grinned, noting that the cabin hadn't burned down at all, but he was warm inside and out.
Ron sighed happily. "I reckon this wasn't what Hermione had in mind when she said to use our wands to warm each other up if something like this ever happened."
"Mmm," Harry murmured, sounding sleepy again. He lifted his head, gave Ron a lazy, sloppy kiss, and then after smiling briefly but brilliantly, buried his head in the crook of Ron's neck. Ridiculously, though Harry was warm everywhere else, his nose was cold as it pressed against Ron's heated skin. And Ron must have lost his mind for thinking that was unbearably cute. But it really was.
"I think she meant we should cast Warming Charms," Harry yawned, and then randomly licked and kissed Ron's neck, humming quietly and settling down.
"Oh." Ron pressed his cheek to Harry's head. "I forgot about those."
Harry sighed contently, half-asleep. "Yeah. Me too."
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