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‘Mate, you don’t understand!’

‘What don’t I understand, Ron?’ Harry asks incredulously, looking up at the boy. ‘Oh, other than the fact that you ambushed me with a reducio just so you could have a proper wank?’

‘I just come better when I have something in my prick! It’s not like that!’ Ron insists.

It is, exactly, like that.

Harry was minding his own business in the dormitory, sitting on his bed and doing the assigned reading for Charms, when Ron had come in, took one look at him, and groaned. When Harry had asked Ron what was wrong, you know, like a good mate, Ron had complained about wanting to have a wank. Things were silent for a moment, Harry flushing in embarrassment and Ron now looking at him in consideration, until Harry said he could leave. He hadn't done much more than stand up, before Ron protested, saying he’d thought of a way for Harry to make it up to him.

And now they’re here, Harry held in between Ron’s fingers as his now-giant best mate jerks his large—larger than Harry would have thought it would be, wow—cock to full mast.

‘I’m not going in that thing!’

Ron grins, apparently not comprehending what it means when someone tells you No. ‘You don’t have a choice, now, do you, at your size?’ He continues jerking his cock until it gets proper hard.

The giant brings a still yelling Harry over to it, hovering him over the hole, which opens and closes slowly, like it’s hungry for Mrs Weasley’s treacle tart or something. Then, without so much as a by your leave, he stuffs Harry inside the piss slit, submerging him in pre-come and musk. He pushes Harry down foot-first until he’s fully inside.

It’s hot, and wet, and the walls clench around Harry incessantly. He cranes his head up to look at the slowly disappearing shaft of light. He really isn’t getting out of here.

The walls continue to squeeze Harry’s body, slick and boiling hot, as he reels from the realisation that his best friend, his first friend, is using him as little more than a toy for wanking. It hurts a lot, he finds, and he can’t even wrap his arms around himself in self-pity—they’re trapped because he’s stuffed inside a cock.

Suddenly, everything seems to intensify. The blood rushes quicker, the walls close around him even more, almost strangling him, and Harry hears a distant rushing, like a river breaking through a dam. Ron’s coming, he has time to think, before he’s swept up in hot spunk. It pushes Harry back towards the hole, shoving him up, up, up, until he comes blasting out the top and into the air. He rises high, and when he falls, it's with a wet splatter onto something hard.

More come splashes onto him, Ron’s other come shots. It ends soon. He lifts his head from a lake of semen, and sees he’s landed on Ron’s pale, freckled abs. The boy leers down at him, panting.

‘That was the best wank I’ve had in my life, will you believe it? We’re gonna have to do this again.’

Harry shivers in the come lake.