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Harry wakes up to a long, hard length grinding against his pussy. He can feel it digging between his thighs, sticking between them and sliding along him, pistoning slowly but firmly. It makes a slick, wet noise every time it moves. It fills up the small bedroom in Grimmauld Place.
What in Merlin’s name … ? He thinks groggily, trying to move away. He starts wiggling. He’s held in place by a thick arm held around his waist like a chain. It keeps him from moving too much, even pulling him tighter to a hard chest.
He hears a low, gravelly moan, which almost sounds like a ‘No …’.
It doesn’t take him long to realise what’s happening. Ron’s fucking his thighs. Ron’s fucking his thighs. Somehow, Harry and Ron’s pants came undone, and in his sleep Ron started rutting against him. His friend must be having a wet dream, because he’s fucking into the space between Harry’s thighs unrelentingly. The skin there is tight, wet and tender, as if Ron has been doing this for a while.
The strokes vary in length, but they all make Harry’s core ache in a way that sends a shameful flush down to his bones. Some are long and slow, running like a silk rod against his pussy and making his lips quiver, and others are short pistoning ruts that make his thighs clap as Ron’s pelvis connects with his bum, pushing small breathless gaps from his mouth.
There’s a constant squishing sound, like a fruit being juiced. Harry’s cunt is sopping. There’s a trail of slick coating his thighs, and Ron’s cock uses it to move smoothly. The head rubs against his pussy lips as it passes, very nearly connecting with them.
Harry’s pussy doesn’t stop gushing out slick, and he’s practically vibrating. The feeling makes him feel terrible. His friend is asleep and he’s taking pleasure from him! The guilt burns in his stomach, but not enough to consume his growing lust as Ron’s prick stimulates him.
Panicking now because of this churning guilt and frustration and helplessness and desire, Harry tries to take off Ron’s arm from his waist. He sticks his fingers under Ron’s muscled forearm and starts pulling. It has the opposite effect, however. Instead of freeing him so he can get out and stop molesting Ron, it makes Ron pull him even tighter, until his pecs are digging into Harry’s back and his cock is nestled deeply between Harry’s thighs.
‘... Don’t go, I’m not … done …’ His friend whispers uncomprehendingly into the back of his neck. It makes the hair there stand on end. He must be thinking of Hermione, and here I am taking advantage!
Ron starts moving around without letting go of Harry, shuffling forward as if to mitigate all the space between their bodies. Harry is tugged around like a ragdoll. He bends Harry forward, curling over him with his superior height and snuffling into his hair. This means his hips are shifting angles, and his cock too. Harry realises a second too late as Ron’s cock catches on his pussy lips. It ruts against them, almost going inside before continuing out, the wet sound only growing. Harry freezes at the feeling. He doesn’t want to make it worse.
The feeling continues. Ron’s cockhead presses against his lips, seeking entry, but the angle doesn’t allow for it thankfully. Maybe if Ron comes, he’ll let Harry go and they can act like this never happened.
His resolve hardening, Harry tightens his thighs around Ron’s cock, creating the perfect, slick tunnel for his friend to release and spurt out come. The boy seems to subconsciously realise this, and it must feel good, because he starts to go harder, jamming his cock between Harry’s thighs without abandon.
Then, impossibly, Harry’s friend changes his position without giving Harry time to adjust, angling upwards. His cock slips right into Harry's wet, gaping pussy so easily it makes Harry feel disgusted with himself. He was so turned on that Ron’s cock just pushed right in, sliding past his lips and into the tight channel of his cunt like the cock owned it.
Ron groans into his neck, biting down on the skin and making Harry gasp again. His cock pushes even further into Harry’s pussy, before sliding out. The slick drag makes his insides churn deliciously.
No! No, Harry! Your friend is asleep and you’re taking advantage of him! Harry screams to himself internally. But his resolve to not enjoy it weakens as Ron starts pumping his pussy like a fleshlight, pushing in and out without care. His prick just slips in and out like Harry isn’t even there, no resistance.
The boy uses him relentlessly, groaning and moaning things Harry doesn’t understand. His cock is perfect inside Harry. It fills him right up to the brim.
Harry doesn’t know what size his cock is, because he’s never asked, but it feels enormous, likely 10 inches at least. It fills every inch of his cunt, making Harry squeeze his walls around it.
Ron groans again, apparently liking the added pressure. Harry gets another idea. If he makes it better for Ron, the boy will finish faster!
This motivates Harry to clench down even more. He pushes his pussy to be the perfect fuck toy for his friend. So good he can’t help but come and fill Harry up like he wants to.
The sleeping boy starts fucking him even deeper, short, sharp pistons into his pussy that absolutely wreck him. They make Harry’s pussy clench and grasp Ron;s cock, pulling him inside deeper.
All the while, Ron’s been mumbling nonsense into Harry’s neck. ‘Feels so good … so perfect … my special girl … my cock feels so good …’ over and over, making Harry’s ears flush at the praise, even if it’s only for Ron’s dream, because it’s Harry’s pussy giving him pleasure, making his cock feel this good.
Ron’s dream is getting more intense as soon he is thrusting harder and faster, drawing quiet moans out of his friend. Deafening squelches echo loudly in Harry’s ears, as the silent room is filled with the sound of their coupling.
The drag of his cock triggers Harry’s orgasm. His cock hits the small, pleasurable nub in Harry’s pussy and triggers his orgasm. It rips through him, turning his insides to liquid and setting his brain on fire. This makes his cunt clench tightly around the penetrating shaft, and Ron speeds up impossibly fast.
His cock flies through Harry’s pussy, wringing him out and overstimulating him.
Then the band of Ron’s arm tightens around his middle, crushing them together, and Ron’s cock is shoved to the hilt inside him. He moans loudly, and Harry feels a puddle of warmth spread through him. The cock spasms, pulsing inside his cunt. Ron’s coming in him! Harry realises.
It seems to go on forever. Ron’s cock pulses more than ten times, Harry counts, each one sending a shot of thick, heady come in him, coating his walls and making Harry feel both incredibly filthy and so good. Harry knows his pussy has been thoroughly used. It feels so wet and filled to bursting. Ron’s cock seemed to wreck him, pushing out the tight space to make room for it. He’s just a fleshlight for that massive cock now.
Ron sighs, relaxing, his cock falling out of Harry’s cunt. Immediately, rivers of spunk gush out of the hole. It trails down his thigh, mixing with the slick. Ron pulls away, his cock slipping through his thighs until the boy turns over, the arm keeping him put falling away.
His snores fill the room, which was once filled with their moaning. Harry just lays there as his friend falls asleep, his pussy used and his heart pounding. He pulls up the blanket to see his pussy covered in white—how’s he going to explain this?