Harry Potter One-Shots

Family Reunion

TWs: smut
Ship: Rarry
Note: they're aged up in this

Ron hated family reunions, but at least this year, Harry was there with him. The two hung out up in Ron's old room while the reunion went on downstairs or his brothers hid out somewhere else, but Ron didn't care. He was with his best friend, the man he was in love with. If only he could tell him that last part.

The raven haired twenty year old flopped onto Ron's bed, making it squeak. Harry blinked a little and then laughed. "Oh man, squeaky bed."

"I forgot how squeaky it is." Ron got in the bed next to him and sighed softly. "Thanks for coming. This time of the year sucks."

Harry nodded and smiled at him, his black locks sprawled over the sheets. "You'd do the same if I had family reunions that I had to go to."

Ron looked at Harry, deciding to play with Harry's hair. "I would. Well, we have a few hours to kill, what would you like to do?"

He shrugged and looked at the ceiling. "What do you suggest, Ron?"

The redhead hummed as he carefully worked a knot out of Harry's hair. "Your hair is so messy, Harry."

Harry hummed and shut his eyes. Ron accidentally tugged on his hair, which got a small whine from Harry. Ron apologized before resuming his silent quest to get the knots out. The two were silent for a while before Ron looked at Harry and decided to tease him again and tugged on his hair again. Harry flushed after a soft moan came from his lips then quickly sat up, covering his mouth with both hands. 

"I'm sorry," his voice was muffled from his hands.

Ron stared at him with wide eyes. "It's okay." He sat up as well and sat crisscross, facing him. "So, you're into hair pulling?"

"Apparently. I haven't done anything more than making out with my exes, but I don't think they pulled my hair."

"Hermione barely even did that when we were together."

Harry smiled. "I've been told I'm good at it."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

Ron leaned forward, teasing, "then prove it."

"Okay." 

Harry leaned in, moving on impulse as he pressed his lips onto Ron's. Ron's eyes widened for a brief second before they fluttered shut as he started to kiss back. His hand went to rest on the back of Harry's head as they deepened it ever so slowly. It was surreal, but so, so amazing. Harry's warm tongue explored Ron's mouth as he inched into Ron's lap.

Soon, they broke apart to catch their breath. Ron stared at him with wide eyes, his pupils dilated. Harry didn't get to say something snarky like "I told you so" before Ron's lips were back on his with a newfound hunger and passion. Harry's heart skipped a beat as he met Ron's energy. Ron tugged on Harry's hair, getting another moan from him, as he took over the kiss.

Ron broke the kiss and pushed Harry so he was laying on his back. He sat on Harry's stomach, carefully taking in the sight. Harry stared back at him with sparkling eyes. Ron bent forward and brushed his hair out of the way so he could kiss the lightning bolt scar. The only sound was their breathing and hearts that pounded in their ears. 

Harry sighed softly as he enjoyed the moment. He moved to grab his hips, gently pushing them down so Ron was sitting on his crotch instead of his stomach. Ron took the invitation and rolled his hips, watching Harry's expression. A soft moan came from Harry's mouth, so Ron repeated the action as he felt his jeans tighten over his crotch. He kept doing so, the two making a beautiful song only for them to hear with their moans, until Harry let out a needy whine.

The taller leaned forward and sucked a hickey onto Harry's neck before taking off Harry's shirt. Ron kissed every scar after he took off his own shirt. Harry marveled at his freckled skin, letting Ron take his wrists and lift them over his head. Ron gripped onto them with one hand and traced down to Harry's pants. He playfully snapped the strap of Harry's boxers, which got a moan from the raven haired man.

Ron pulled off their pants then stroked himself through the cloth of his boxers. "Oh, Harry~" he moaned, knowing that Harry would squirm at it. 

"Ron, hurry," the shorter whined. Ron could feel how hard Harry was, and all teasing he had planned went out the window. He pressed his lips back onto Harry's as he pulled their underwear off. 

"Do you want prepping?" Ron asked him softly. 

"No, just take me."

Ron nodded and pushed in after lubing himself up. Both men gasped out and Harry's back arched a little. Their lips once again met in a sloppy, yet passionate and heated kiss that both moaned into. Soon enough, Ron was bottomed out and waited for Harry to adjust to the feeling. Ron's hand rested on Harry's stomach, taking pleasure at the heat that radiated off it.

"Move," Harry quietly demanded. 

The redhead was happy to grant the demand as he slowly pulled almost all of the way out before pushing back in. Harry's back arched again and he gripped onto the sheets. Ron's eyes shut as he moved in and out of Harry, his pace gradually quickening. Before they knew it, Harry was practically screaming and begging for more, for Ron to go faster and harder. It was a miracle that no one came in to scold them.

Harry was the first to finish, his moan dying down as his throat ached. Ron gave several hard thrusts before he came into Harry. He laid next to Harry after pulling out, shutting his eyes tiredly. 

"Best sex I've ever had," Ron boosted.

"Only sex you've ever had. I wanna nap then we can explain things to your family."

Ron scoffed. "Fine, you've caught me. Sleep well. We can figure out what we are later."

"Hm, yeah."