Snippets of Desire

*What the hell?* Ron thought. He was having one of the best moments of his life, he and Harry were so on they were practically one person and they had finally, finally defeated Snape at his own game. His whole body was coursing with excitement and he was trying not to wiggle around in a ridiculous little dance. Turning to share this perfect moment with Harry, who else would he want to be here in this moment with, but Harry had looked at him almost in tears and run away. *What the hell?* He thought again and took off after his best mate.

Ron was fast but Harry’s heels seemed to be on fire. He twisted and turned, trying to lose Ron in the maze of inner-Hogwarts. Ron stayed on his heels…the hell he wasn’t going to figure out what was going on. Finally a panting Harry stopped on turned around in a long hallway deep within the school. Light poured in from the huge windows along one wall, honey colored as the sun set. The other side of the hall was lined with statues and there was a merciful lack of spying paintings.

He ran until he stood within arms reach of Harry. Staring at him, he opened his mouth to demand an explanation. The words froze in his throat as he stared a bead of sweat sliding down Harry’s cheek. It followed the curve of his face and Ron registered Harry’s tortured expression though he could not stop staring at that single bead of sweat. With a trembling finger he reached out to stop its movement. Harry remained stock still though Ron could almost feel the air around him vibrating with tension. One fingertip against Harry’s cheek didn’t seem like enough so he…sort of…slid his hand around Harry’s jaw. A feeling he couldn’t quite name rolled through him and it made perfect sense to step closer…which brought him that much closer to Harry’s mouth. Why had he never noticed what a beautiful mouth Harry had? It looked so…inviting. With shock, Ron realized he was hard a rock and that he was fully intending to kiss his best friend.

But it was Harry who cracked first and with a desperate moan he grabbed Ron, pulling him flush against his body. Their mouths met; the kiss was wild, almost crazed, as each tried to devour the other. Somehow, between hands that skimmed his body and Harry’s mouth, Ron found himself pressed against the wall with Harry’s erection pressed into his hip. With a growl he pressed his own aching cock against Harry and almost lost his balance as a white hot surge of lust ran through him. Ron rolled his hips again and Harry keened his pleasure into his mouth. Fierce hands grabbed his hips; their bodies rubbed together deliciously. Each touch between them crackled and Ron needed…Merlin he needed so badly. With jerking motions he tore Harry’s clothes out of the way so that he could finally get skin across skin, running his hands up Harry’s back. Where fingertips touched skin sent showers of pleasure down his body. Harry was muttering incoherently against his neck. Almost out of his mind with desire, Ron bent his head and sucked Harry’s earlobe into his mouth. Harry howled at he came, biting Ron’s neck roughly. That was all he needed before the orgasm hit him. Pleasure so intense it was almost pain roared through him. An entire cadre of Death Eaters could have shown up in that moment and he probably wouldn’t have noticed.

Ron wasn’t sure how long it was until the world came into focus. He snuffled a little, mildly embarrassed that he had apparently cried during the single most intense experience of his life. Harry, he realized, was still crying. Ron shifted and stroked his new lover’s cheek in concern. Harry looked up with anguish in his eyes, his thoughts transparent, and Ron almost laughed in relief. This was a problem he could solve.

“Merlin Harry, we should have been doing that all summer.”

Harry’s whole face lit up and Ron felt a pulse of heat spread through his chest.

“What do we do now?” Ron asked, taken by surprise by this rush of emotion.

“We take it slowly and see where this takes us.” Harry smiled as he said it and kissed Ron’s neck. Then he frowned. “Um, I think I gave you a hickey.”

Ron chuckled low in his throat. “No worries. I know I gave you one.”

Harry’s laugh rang out and Ron grinned. Life was a great thing.