Ron's Victory | Ron x Krum - Harry Potter (Champion) (Patreon)

Cheers mates,

this is definitely one of my favourite artworks so far. It's autumn, it's cozy time, and that also means: time for Harry Potter. Or rather: Ron x Krum. I will never let go of this ship, because it has everything we love about shippings: A bit of love-hate dynamic, a love triangle situation, slight age and size difference and this time a bit of power bottom tops the top energy. 

What else do you need?

And for your patience, here's a little context and story to go with the picture. It's set directly after the Greate Battle of Hogwarts:

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Ron lures the older Durmstrang boy through the ruins of Hogwarts after the big fight. Along shattered staircases and battered railings until they come to a stop in front of the Old Lady's painting.

"And Hermione is in there?" the dark-haired Quidditch Professional asks him.

"Viktor, how many times, she's waiting for you in there because she wants to thank you for fighting for our school against Voldemort. It takes a lot to stand up to the darkness - especially for someone like you."

"What's that supposed to mean?", the muscular jock snorts.

"Well, Durmstrang didn't exactly- oh, let's not go there." The redhead looks at the Old Lady.

"Password?" she asks, annoyed.

"Dumbledore," Ron replies as the painting swings to the side, allowing them entry.

"So this is the Gryffindors' common room? Cozy. Almost creepy how untouched everything is in here, while half the castle is in ruins outside."

"Mmm," Ron murmurs as he grabs Viktor's hand and drags him up the stairs. "This way."

"Is she up there? In the dormitory?"

"Yup." Viktor can't see Ron's mischievous grin as he opens the door.

"There's no one here," Viktor objects in surprise as he walks into the room and looks around in wonder. Ron, on the other hand, closes the door behind him:

"Colloportus," he whispers and the door closes quietly. "Why don't you lie down on the bed? I'm sure Hermione wants to surprise you... or something."

"Ron, th-this is all absolutely weird." The hunky Quidditch star sits down on the soft bed as he loosens his collar. "I mean, I know you're friends, but.... should you really let Hermione's lover into her bedroom?"

With a quick flick of his wrist into his pocket, Ron pulls out his wand, "Incarcerus!" and magical ropes of purple light bind around Krum's wrists and drag him onto the bed to restrain him.

"WHAT?! What are you doing, Ron?!"

The redhead grins in satisfaction. He has made it. His rival, his childhood hero - the object of his obession - Viktor Krum - lies bound on his bed before him, oblivious.

"Did you really think I'd bring you to my bed, so you could pull a quick victory shag with Hermione? You really are more self absorbed than I thought."

Slowly he saunters towards the bed where Krum is tied up.

"What are you-?"

"She kissed me. Just earlier. Me, the poor, ordinary Weasley boy."

"No. She- she wrote me letters-"

"You think I don't know that?" Ron sneers, "She told me all about how she loved your strength and your athleticism. The way you fly through the air above everyone else." Ron leans in closer, his eyes intense as he stares down at the young Bulgarian in front of him. "But what she really wanted was me, all along. She just didn't know it until she kissed me."

"Liar!" Krum exclaims, squirming furiously. Ron just grins:

"What I didn't know, on the other hand, was that I actually didn't want her. I wasn't jealous that she fancied you. I was jealous... because you wanted her!"

"What?"

Ron slowly gets one leg over Krum and slides on top of him, his ass firmly in Viktors' crotch.

" It was ME who was your fan, not her. Ever since I was a little boy I've admired you, but you? You ignored me. Worse, you humiliated me by dancing in front of everyone at the ball with Hermione that night." Ron angrily grabs Krum's shirt and rips it open, revealing the athlete's puffy chest.

"But now it's my time. My revenge."

"What do you mean?" The big, bound Bulgarian squirms, but Ron grinds his hips into Viktor.

"I'm going to take what you've kept from me all these years, okay? Is that okay?" asks Ron sarcastically as he grabs the jock's juicy pecs and squeezes his soft nipples between his fingers.

"AHH, shit, dude, what the fuck? I- I'm not like that!"

Ron backs up and slides between Viktor's legs. "Is that so?" Ron jeers as he peels the trousers down and feels the pure, manly thighs underneath the fabric. Krum shudders as Ron buries his nose in his crotch and inhales the strong manly musk of his opponent. Viktor doesn't reply.

"Don't get me wrong~ your rad, muscly physique is part of what I always found attractive," whispers Ron, "That's what caught my eye, you know? But lately, I've been thinking about something else..."

"What….?" croaks the bound Bulgarian.

"... what would it be like to kiss you?"

"You're fucking mad, man!"

Viktor tries to free himself, but he has no chance: the magical ties are too strong and his wand is not within reach. Instead, his other wand starts to react when Ron keeps burying his face in his lap and sucking on the fabric of his sweaty shorts.

"I want to kiss you, Viktor," Ron breathes into Krum's crotch as he keeps licking and sucking at the growing bulge in his underwear.

"You're sick, man!" and trying to free himself, Viktor keeps grinding his hardening cock, intentionally or not, into Ron's face, who starts grinning in amusement.

"See, you like me!" he says cheerfully as he takes Krum's entire dick into his mouth through his boxers.

"Fuuuuck! Ahhh!" moans the helpless Bulgarian jock.

"It's alright," Ron mumbles with his mouth half full, "I knew you were just using Hermione to make me jealous, weren't you. And you managed to do that. So congratulations!" he kisses slowly up the naked torso until he gets to Krum's face. "Well?" Ron grabs the hard cock. "You were pretty excited about getting milked tonight, hmm?" Krum looks at Ron with a helplessly twisted expression. He tries to look angry, but Ron's grip on his throbbing cock nearly drives him insane with ecstasy. "See, I'm not Hermione. I'm not that clever. But there are things I can do better than her with one hundred percent certainty." Ron grins smugly at Krum.

"Ron... You- don't do that! I can't- OH MY GOD!" Viktor gasps as Ron slides his naked hand down his wet-slobbered shorts and he now feels all of Ron's hand around his cock, skin on skin.

"One kiss," Ron whispers in his childhood idol's ear. "Just one kiss and I'll do anything you want and more."

Viktor's heart beats up to his throat and his eyes flicker, unable to comprehend what the longing of his body is doing to him. He's a hunter - he loves to charm girls, to soften them up until he hunts them down like a predator. And yet here he lies - bound and delivered like defenseless prey, ready to be consumed by another boy - and as much as he wants to fight it, this feeling is more intense than anything he's felt before. His face glows and is bright red as he nods his head in embarrassment, timidly.

"Yes?" asks Ron, half surprised, yet with childlike glee.

Krum just stares at him with a look of reproach.

"What have I done to you, huh? Well, how easy it is to turn a stallion into a mare."

And with that Ron kisses him.

Viktor feels every inch of his body go numb as he feels the redhead's soft lips against his. It was like all the times he's kissed girls, but ten thousand times stronger: all the joy in the feeling shoots straight into his cock, which is already more turned on and aching than ever before. When Ron's grip loosens slightly around his shaft, Krum moans out loud in frustration and tries to grind it deeper into his rival's hand.

"Like that, eh?" whispers Ron teasingly into the bigger boy's mouth. Viktor nods because he can't find his voice anymore.

"Say it then," Ron insists as he slides more comfortably onto the bed.

"Ron, I...", Viktor stammers.

"Yes?"

"I want to bury my cock deep down your throat - and you fucking owe me that, alright!?" The bound muscleman looks almost ridiculous during this dominant statement, as powerless as he is and unable to demand anything.

The redhead smirks and looks deep into Viktor's eyes, enjoying the high of the moment.

"Alright."

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Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it!

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Alec