Okay. So, you can stop now. My heart is going to explode with all of this. You're going to kill me. I can't say enough of how much this is amazing, I can't say it smart enough, I can just ramble on and on about how I love this. So, I'm going to show you why you're amazing. Why you'll always be number one in my book...because of these moments;
Since Ron had moved his battles into the wreckage of his spirit, Harry vowed to show Ron that he meant everything. If Harry's gift was love, he would make certain that Ron was saturated and shielded with it.
My heart ached for him. To see Ron lay there so torn, so broken and only Harry would shield him from the terror.
Ron's body, and his ruinous field of self, it was Harry's altar. Harry was a supplicant, worshipping and revering this unraveled man. Harry would become living oil, his tongue and fingers, voice and cock a healing salve.
Fucken A. Yeah, that's how I role when I curse. Fucken A...lol. It made me shiver.
Harry envisioned an innocent grass snake, imagined it unfurling and speaking of sunlight and warm rocks, its tongue flickering lazily in the air. Liquid syllables poured from Harry's tongue as he professed his adoration to Ron, his respect and gratitude, his love and fidelity.
"Harry… yours… only… love…" Ron moaned as his body relaxed against the intrusion.
Fucken A. That was hot. And Ron understood. Ron understood every word. Who knows from either learning it from Harry or just knowing that Harry loved him so much that professing his love and fidelity would be what Harry would be speaking about.
As always Thev, you astound me at every turn and I am in awe of your words. You surprise me every time I read your stories and I thank you for always sharing them with us. It made such a crappy day, end so amazing.
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Since Ron had moved his battles into the wreckage of his spirit, Harry vowed to show Ron that he meant everything. If Harry's gift was love, he would make certain that Ron was saturated and shielded with it.
My heart ached for him. To see Ron lay there so torn, so broken and only Harry would shield him from the terror.
Ron's body, and his ruinous field of self, it was Harry's altar. Harry was a supplicant, worshipping and revering this unraveled man. Harry would become living oil, his tongue and fingers, voice and cock a healing salve.
Fucken A. Yeah, that's how I role when I curse. Fucken A...lol. It made me shiver.
Harry envisioned an innocent grass snake, imagined it unfurling and speaking of sunlight and warm rocks, its tongue flickering lazily in the air. Liquid syllables poured from Harry's tongue as he professed his adoration to Ron, his respect and gratitude, his love and fidelity.
"Harry… yours… only… love…" Ron moaned as his body relaxed against the intrusion.
Fucken A. That was hot. And Ron understood. Ron understood every word. Who knows from either learning it from Harry or just knowing that Harry loved him so much that professing his love and fidelity would be what Harry would be speaking about.
As always Thev, you astound me at every turn and I am in awe of your words. You surprise me every time I read your stories and I thank you for always sharing them with us. It made such a crappy day, end so amazing.
( ( ( Smushes You ) ) )
MWAH!
P.S I loved it. XD