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I've grown accustomed to your face - March 30th
by Auror Potter (auror_potter)
at October 13th, 2006 (11:16 pm)

Mental State: annoyed

I can’t sleep.

Even with the tent to myself, I can’t get to sleep. Moody gave everyone their leave but I get to keep working off my ‘carelessness’, fucking wanker!

I keep thinking about Ron and the fact that I miss his voice. I miss more than his voice, to be honest, but — to bloody hell with this!

I pull the mirror from my pocket and am about to call when I think better of it. He’s probably busy.

Busy doing what at this hour? He could be on rounds.

Or he could be hurt! He’s not hurt.

“How do you know?” Oh hell! I’m really losing it if I’m having an argument with myself over this! I decide to call him and actually end up waking him.

He’s sleeping? While I’m sitting here worried sick over him?

“Wake up, Ron!”


Posted by: Auror Potter (auror_potter)
Posted at: October 15th, 2006 07:59 pm (UTC)

Oh bloody hell! I thrust my hips into my fist and bite my lip so hard, I taste blood.

"Do you want me to suck on you, Harry?" His voice is husky and I can practically hear it in my ear.

"Fuck yeah," I pant, sliding my hand back and forth, faster. My breath hitches and all I can do is pant heavily as he pushes back against his own fingers and throws his head back. His body's taut and I can see the sweat beading on his forehead as he starts to move faster. I try to match his pace and try not to go too fast, I want to come with him.

I lick my fingers and spread my legs, rubbing the underside of my balls as I slide up the shaft and watch the foreskin cover the head then slide it back to see the head pop through again. Teasing my hole, I lick my lips and moan when I hear his breathing hitch.