Want him... Need him... Have him... hissed through Harry's mind with a seductive urgency. Harry stifled a moan, his left hand tightening around the heavy gold locket hanging from his neck. Another pulse of heat radiated from the inlaid piece of jewellery, spurring images of Ron begging to be taken and dominated, ravished until his cock came dry. Overcome with lust, Harry clenched his teeth as a shiver ran down his spine.
Underneath their shared blanket, Ron stirred beside him. Harry's breath hitched. When Ron adjusted his sleeping position, nestling his arse against Harry's painful erection, Harry placed his right hand on Ron's hip, stopping short of grabbing hold so he could grind against Ron's tempting bum.
Feeling the length of Ron's trim body spooned against his, Harry thought how it was as if Ron had been made for him; how, even in slumber, Ron yearned for their bodies to be joined; the near-freezing, early October morning and the flagging Warming Charm on their tent not entering into his mind. Instead, the aroma of the almond-scented soap that Ron favoured stole all of Harry's concentration.
Harry pressed his nose into the nape of Ron's neck and inhaled until his lungs hurt. As he exhaled a long, hot breath, Ron again shifted in his sleep, mumbling a soft groan. Harry's cock spasmed at the sound, his hand tightening around the molten locket so hard it shook.
Harry seethed. Ron had taunted him enough over the past few weeks. Ron knew what he was doing to him. Provoking his need for him. Harry traced the seam of Ron's jean pocket with his fingertips. Enticing him. His hand drifted upwards, bunching the bottom of Ron's cotton t-shirt. Encouraging him.
As Harry circled the button of Ron's jeans with his thumb, his wristwatch buzzed three times, indicating the time; only an hour remained until Hermione would return from guard duty. He wouldn't let another torturous second pass by whilst he did nothing.
Harry opened his eyes to see Ron's freckled neck. Growling at the sight, he pushed his hand underneath Ron's t-shirt and licked Ron from the curve of his nape to the bottom of his ear.
Ron mumbled but remained fast asleep.
Harry smirked in satisfaction when his fingers brushed over Ron's nipples. His lips fluttering against Ron's earlobe, he whispered, "You're gagging for it, aren't you, Ron?" He pinched and played with Ron's erect nubs. "Your tits are already hard for me; they're hard so I can suck on them until they're bruised and sore, until they're so sensitive you could come from the slightest of touches..."
"Unfortunately," Harry released the locket to retrieve his wand from underneath his pillow, "there isn't enough time for all I want to do to you."
The locket glowing with an eerie light, Harry sat up, threw aside their blanket, and positioned a softly snoring Ron flat onto his back.
With a swish of his wand, he whispered, "Invincula." Their leather belts unfastened and slithered from their waists towards Ron's upper body.
One belt looped around Ron's right wrist before anchoring around the top metal frame of their camp bed and looping around his left wrist. The other belt slipped over the top of Ron's neck before also securing itself to the frame of the bed, allowing enough give so Ron could look forward but not sit up.
Licking his lips, Harry stared down at Ron's tall, broad-shouldered physique; the large bulge of his half-hard cock beneath his jeans unmistakable. He couldn't wait to know how Ron tasted and, with his next exhale, hissed, "Evanesco."
All their clothing Vanished, only the locket dangling from Harry's neck remaining.
Harry gasped when he caught sight of Ron's revealed groin. Unlike his pubic area, which was trimmed short, Ron's was smooth-shaven. Harry never imagined Ron would be the type to groom himself in such a way; it was such a male-slag thing to do and made Harry so bloody hot.
