ron is not on fire

✦ his head always thrashes side to side, chest heaving, and forehead sweating. he lets out huffs time to time, sometimes a whine slipping through.

✦ he’d shift, unknowingly kicking his blanket clean off and onto the floor. he’d always end up on his stomach, erection pressed firmly into the mattress. each thrust into you in his dream meant a rut into his bed.

✦ sometimes he’d moan your name, desperate and pathetic. it’d come out in a broken whisper tied with a firm grip on his pillow.

✦ after waking up, he’d curse at himself in shame. then, of course, deal with his raging erection.

✦ he’d flip onto his back and lower his sweats. his cock would spring out against his lower abdomen, coating it in a sheer layer of pre. he’d grip himself, letting his thumb run over his tip in attempt of holding off.

✦ but of course, sam was never a patient man. so, he’d begin to pump himself furiously. his head would fall back, and his jaw slacked open.

✦ still, all that flood through his mind was you. your name left his lips like a prayer. he imagined it was your hand around him, pleasuring him while whispering sweet nothings into his ear. he envisioned your eyes narrowing on his throbbing cock before letting out a giggle. it made his back arch.

✦ he would start to rut up into his fist with his eyes screwed shut. he’d moan and whimper, “oh, f-fuck!” the pleasure was always too much for him to bare.

✦ his hips would stutter when he was close, then speed back up after he released over his stomach. he liked to keep going for just a moment, letting himself tense up in discomfort before finally relaxing against the bed.

✦ after cleaning up, he’d lay in bed again with you on his mind. he’d check his phone, hoping one day a notification would come from you, but alas it never did. so instead, he settled on dreaming of you.