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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 Weasley (auror_weasley)
Posted at: October 15th, 2006 08:10 pm (UTC)
Ron: Won Won

I can feel my balls tightening and watching him just makes me want to go there and properly shag him. You can't

He's teasing himself and my fingers flex against my shaft. He's killing me with his moaning and I wonder if he set a silencing charm around his tent.

"That's it, Harry," I grunt. "Fuck yourself with your fingers...Pretend that's my cock buried in your arse and my hand on your shaft stroking you while I pound deep inside you."

"Fuck...feels good...fuck..."

I work a second finger inside my arse and my hips rise to drive my cock deeper into my fist. I rock back and forth, needing and wanting more, and I can feel the heat in my stomach building.

"Are you gonna come, Harry?"