Ron straddled Harry and kissed him, allowing himself to close his eyes and experience Harry. Oh god the pleasure, Ron was breathing deeply. He was so hard, he couldn't bear it. He slipped his tongue into Harry's mouth again, sliding it along Harry's. The response Ron received was amazing. Not only did Ron feel Harry's hot tongue against his own, he felt Harry's hand on his ass, pulling him in. Pulling his hips closer to Harry's.

Ron sighed in pleasure as he felt Harry's length, rock hard, grind against his own erection, through their jeans. Ron gasped and had to break the kiss. He was shocked when his hips reacted on their own, grinding back. Harry's hardness against his own was something he never envisioned and it caught him completely off guard. He didn't know what to think, but definately knew how to respond. Grind back, harder, faster. He looked into Harry's eyes, and he saw Harry looking up at him face flushed, breathing deeply, expectantly. Ron goaned, caving into the pleasure, the curiosity, and buried his face into the nape of Harry's neck.

Harry smelled brilliant, like outside. Ron kissed his neck, and fuck, it was soft. He sucked on the flesh gently as Harry continued to grind on him, slowly. He felt the throaty moan pass through Harry. If they kept going like this, Ron knew he was going to loose it. He felt Harry's hands on his hips and suddenly, Harry pushed Ron sideways, so thay were side by side on the bed, facing each other.

Ron saw Harry's expression and moaned. "Harry..." He actually steaded himself with a hand on Harry's free shoulder, "Where is this going?" he asked and kissed Harry's neck. It tasted so damn good. "I don't know," whispered Harry. The desperation in his voice made Ron throw hesitation out of the window. He yanked Harry's shirt up, exposing his torso. Now Harry had been caught off guard. He had a beautiful body. Ron had never looked at Harry this way and he could not deny, Harry was an athlete. Quidditch training had blessed him with sexyness. Ron's eyes passed over him, hand following their path. Harry pulled up Ron's shirt and he laughed a little. He still could not believe they were doing this. It had to be a dream.

Then Harry was unbuttoning his pants and Ron paniced, watching. He did not know what was going to come next. He did not know how to act anymore, where to begin or what they were going to do. He let Harry lead. Soon, and to his surprise, Harry was unfastening Ron's pants. His mind was reeling, what was Harry up to? What was going to happen? In Ron's dreams, Harry was sucking on him. He was suddenly in a panic. Ron thought about stopping him. He was afraid, he had never performed oral sex on anyone... how was he going to do this?

Harry lay beneath Ron, who kissed him again. He watched as Ron close his eyes and listened to the methodic breathing. The feeling of Ron on him was incredable. Harry felt the motion of Ron's tongue against own and was thrilled to respond. He couldn't handle this. He was so hard, it was starting to throb. So overcome with pleasure and desire, he grabbed Ron's ass and guided his hips, pulling him in. Harry wanted to be closer, he needed to.

Harry inhaled and exhaled in bliss as he felt his cock rub up against Ron's through their jeans. It was almost exactly like his dream, only it felt better, because it was real. He felt dizzy and had to breath deeply into Ron's mouth, Ohmyfuckingmerlinsogood. Ron broke the kiss, but did not stop grinding. The look in his eyes was priceless, he was shocked. Harry wondered if Ron wanted this, if he had wanted something else from Harry.

These doubts were thwarted by Ron, who moaned and fell upon Harry. He felt Ron's lips on his neck. This made his hips buck up, grinding against Ron harder. If he didn't stop this, he was going to cum, and it was way too soon to be over. Harry seized control of Ron's hips and pushed him sideways, so thay were facing each other on the bed. Their hips were completely pressed together. Harry wanted to feel Ron like he had envisioned earlier. He needed to feel Ron's member against his own, he had to. For his sanity. He scrambled to undo his pants.

He was torn away from his thoughts by Ron's voice, "Harry..." he said, out of breath, his face was flushed. "Where is this going?" Harry lied. "I dont know." He knew, he knew exactly what he wanted and he couldn't stop now. It had gone too far and he was too close, dangerous close. He felt Ron pull up his shirt and Harry granted him acess, returning the gesture. He saw Ron's abs for the first time and was overwhelmed. He had never looked at Ron's body before but damn, he was beautiful. He couldn't help it. He needed Ron now. Rapidly, he started on undoing Ron's pants.

Ron panted as he watched Harry. He watched his nimble hands work, pushing Ron's pant's down and exposing his fully hard boner. No one had ever seen him before this moment. Ron felt uncomfortable, dominated. He wanted to see Harry now. He wanted Harry's cock. He had an idea now, what else his body ached for. He suddenly wasn't worried anymore.

Now he was desparate for it, Ron's body seemed to separate from his mind and he had no control anymore. The pleasure had a mind of it's own. He felt his fingertips slid across Harry's boxers waistband. He saw Harry look at him, eyes hungry, in anticipation. "Harry" Ron moaned out his name and grasped Harry's cock from the outside. He was rock hard and felt huge. Ron felt Harry's mouth on his again, Ron felt his tongue. He could not believe what was in his hand.

He felt Harry's cock twitch and he was moaning. Ron felt Harry's hand form a fist around Ron's exposed erection. He froze and Ron felt him start to stroke it. Ron choked out a moan and wanted Harry. No one else had ever touched his cock other than him. He moaned, in anticipation.

Suddenly Ron found himself pushing Harry's boxers down. The pleasure he felt was getting too much and he needed release now. Without thinking at all, he followed his lust, his instincts. He exposed Harry and Ron sighed in pleasure. He was hard and thick. He felt Harry's hands back on his hips and looked into his eyes. "I need..." he began, but did not need to finish. Slowly, Harry slid his hardness along Ron's and he realized the amazing reality of Harry's bare flesh against his own.

Harry worked Ron's pants down and when he had, he sighed in pleasure. Ron was bigger than he'd imagined. He was completely hard. Harry stared at it for a minute, moved by how much he wanted it. Looked at Ron, who was gazing down at Harry, fully hard through his boxers.

He jumped a little when Ron began stroking his member. No one had ever touched him before. He couldn't contain a breathy sigh. It felt so good, too good. He was going to come. Harry had to do something. He opened his eyes and saw Ron's full nine inches and had to grab hold of it. The feeling of it, the heat of it. His cock was pulsating and it was all because of this situation.

Suddenly, Ron was pushing his boxers down; exposing him. No one had ever seen his cock. He didn't have time to react, Ron had grabbed hold of Harry's hips and said under his breath, "I need..." but Ron did not finish his sentence. Harry released an uncontrollable, "Ahh!" as Ron pressed their hips together and began grinding, slowly. This time Ron moaned.

Harry whimpered in pleasure, going back to Ron's lips, he pushed his hips forward. This action coaxed an immediate response from Ron, who was looking into Harry's eyes. Harry broke the kiss and grabbed Ron's hair. This was better than his dream. He felt everything. He ground against Ron harder. "Oh my god!" he hissed, letting go. The pleasure washed over him and as he felt Ron's cock twitch, he heard the sound of Ron saying his name desparately, "Harry, ohmy... god! Ahh!" Moaning. Suddenly things became so hot and wet Harry couldn't hold back anymore. He came, and it became even more hot and even more wet. He embraced Ron, collapsing with him on the bed, panting.

They stayed for what felt like an eternity. He heard Ron say his name, "Harry... I..." he sighed, now the sound of Ron saying his name had on effect on him. What next? He shook his head at Ron, he didn't need to say anything. After a while their heavy breathing subsided as Harry lay beside Ron. He was so Happy. Suddenly the Burrow was shaking and there was a loud rumbling. "Mum and Dad are home." Ron whispered and Harry looked at him. He inhaled Ron's scent one more time, "We'd better get rid of all this." Harry nodded and looked into Ron's eyes. Blue. Harry couldn't bare to let this go. He kissed Ron and stood. "Later."

Ron pushed down against Harry, feeling the friction. It felt so good, Ron had to moan. He never imagined this, never even thought for a minute that they could do this. It's so simple! Their cocks rubbing together. Ron felt Harry's hand grasp his hair and this time Harry hissed, "Oh my god!" Ron couldn't hold back anymore. He was going to cum. He moaned as he felt himself go. "Harry!" he cried, unable to say anything else, "Ohmy... god!" He managed, "Ahh!" Ron felt his hot wetness and Harry's cock began to twitch wildly. Ron knew he was coming and so was Harry. This was unbelieveable. They finished panting and moaning, dropping onto the pillow, embraced.

"Harry..." Ron whispered, "I..." he couldn't finish, he was too tired, now and in a daze. Harry shook his head, panting also. Nothing needed to be said for now. They rested there until their heavy breathing subsided. It was quiet for a while until a rumbling shook the Burrow and a sound like a great unclogged pipe.

"Mum and Dad are home." Ron whispered and Harry looked at him, "We'd better get rid of all this." He nodded and looked longingly at Harry. Was this it? Harry kissed Ron and stood. "Later." It was a simle enough solution.