Educational Fornication

Ron chewed thoughtfully on the end of his tattered eagle feather quill.

“Harry?”

“What?”

“Are you a virgin?”

Harry’s face went red, and Seamus Finnigan’s eager eyes left the game of Exploding Snap he was playing with Dean Thomas to wait expectantly for an answer.

“Why do you want to know?” asked Harry, obviously irritated. “And keep your voice down, will you?”

“I was just curious,” said Ron. “I heard Fred and George talking about…well, stuff, and…”

“And you couldn’t have picked a more appropriate or private time?”

The two of them were sitting on Harry’s bed in the boys’ dorm, where they had gone to escape the overcrowded atmosphere of the commoom,oom, and Hermione’s badgering about their lack of dedication for their studies. Seamus and Dean were playing Exploding Snap on the floor nearby, and Neville was quietly reading a book in his own bed.

Ron raised himself to his knees and slid the red velvet curtains shut on each side of the foosteoster.

“That better?” he asked.

“Not really,” said Harry, though he knew that excuse wasn’t going to get him out of answering Ron’s question.

“So, are you?”

In truth, Harry the the very definition of a virgin. He’d never even held hands or been kissed by anyone. He thought Ron would know this, and really saw no point in this discussion at all.

“Yes,” he said quietly, not looking up from his open Transfiguration book.

“I thought so,” said Ron.

“Then why did you ask?” Harry was getting irritated about this whole topic. Not only was Ron completely embarrassing him, but he was also taking time away from their essay on Switching Spells for Professor McGonagall.

“’Cause I am, too,” said Ron, “and I didn’t want to be the only one.”

“You’re not the only one. There’s…and…well…” Come to think of it, Harry couldn’t name anyone besides Hermione, though she didn’t really count. Between reading, studying, and liberating the house elves, she didn’t have any room for sex in her student planner.

“Face it, Harry, we’re the only virgins in the whole school,” said Ron sadly.

Harry shrugged and focused his attention back on his Transfiguration essay. Sex was nice and everything, he was sure; but he didn’t even have a girlfriend, and he really didn’t have time for one. Quidditch took up almost each spare second he had away from his schoolwork, and there was always Voldemort’s yearly attempt on his life. Professor McGonagall had told him he needed to raise his grades in certain subjects to become an Auror, so he had put forth a lot of energy this year to do just that.

He turned back to his parchment and started scribbling frantically, trying to remember everything Professor McGonagall had told them about Switching Spells.

“I can help you with that, you know,” said Ron.

“Thanks, but I think I’m just about finished,” said Harry.

“Not with that, you dolt. With the other thing.”

Harry’s mind was still on his homework, and he didn’t get Ron’s implication at first. When the realization hit, he looked up at his best friend with an extremely puzzled look on his face.

“But I’m a boy!”

“So am I!”

“Oh. Good point.”

“So, what do you say?” asked Ron. He was getting impatient with Harry’s thickheadedness.

“I don’t know, Ron…”

“C’mon, it’ll be fun. We’ve studied enough for one night.”

“Well, I guess we could…” said Harry slowly, still kind of unsure about the whole thing.

“Ok, great, let’s go,” said Ron eagerly. He pushed his and Harry’s books and parchment out of the way, and leaned over to kiss him. The second their lips touched, Harry jerked back.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“I was trying to kiss you,” said Ron, getting irritated once more.

“Oh, sorry. Go again.”

Ron leaned in slower now, wanting to give Harry a bit more warning than before. When their lips touched a second time, Harry didn’t move back at all. It was a really short kiss—no tongues, and very little motion. Ron pulled away and sat back, looking at his best friend.

“That was nice,” he said.

Harry ran his tongue over his own mouth. It was tingling lightly, and he could faintly taste Ron. “Yeah, it was nice,” he agreed.

“Let’s try again,” said Ron.

Harry didn’t object, so Ron leaned forward again. He pressed his lips to Harry’s for several seconds before sticking the very tip of his tongue out to lick at Harry’s mouth. He felt Harry tense up, but it was brief, and soon Harry opened his mouth obediently. Ron found the other boy’s tongue and nudged it with his own. Harry took the hint, and slid his tongue around Ron’s. He released Harry’s mouth with a moan.

“That was even better,” he said between breaths.

“Yeah,” Harry agreed. His breathing was faster, too, and both boys’ faces were flushed from embarrassment and a very keen interest in their new discovery.

Ron scooted closer to Harry so that he wouldn’t have so far to reach. He didn’t ask or warn this time, he just took Harry’s mouth again, his tongue not shy about finding what it wanted.

He used his lips to push Harry back so that he was lying down and Ron was hovering over him. Harry’s mouth was warm and his lips were soft, and Ron thought kissing him was even better than he’d expected it to be. Their mouths parted for only seconds, just to catch short breaths, then quickly joined again.

Harry didn’t know where he had learned it, but he decided that Ron was a very good kisser. The kisses were deliberate now, no longer a simple curiosity. Harry lifted his hands to Ron’s face and brushed across his cheeks with his fingertips until his hands slid around to the back of Ron’s neck. Ron moaned again and lowered his full weight down onto Harry. Harry moaned this time, when he felt something hard rubbing against his thigh. Ron was aroused, and he was the one who caused it. It gave Harry a strange, excited feeling of accomplishment. Ron left Harry’s mouth and traveled down his chin to hick, ck, leaving a path of light kisses.

“God…” Harry groaned when Ron licked at the dip in his throat. He grasped at the curls along the nape of Ron’s neck. He felt long fingers sliding up under his shirt and tickling his skin as they moved back down his sides.

“I think we’re ready for step two,” Ron whispered in Harry’s ear.

“Yeah,” Harry managed to choke out. He tugged at the hem of Ron’s shirt and pulled it over his head, sighingdisadisappointment at the brief loss of that wet mouth on his throat. Ron whipped Harry’s shirt off, too, and continued his descent. He nipped at Harry’s collarbone, stopped to suck on each of his nipples, then made a glistening path down his stomach to his navel.

Harry could feel the warm, moist breath brushing across his stomach, and he raised his hips instinctively. Ron’s attentions never left Harry’s waist, but he ran a hand between his legs.

“God, Harry…” he said, his voice almost catching in his throat.

This had been his idea after all, and he had hoped Harry would like it. Now there was no denying Harry enjoyed it—he was as hard as Ron was. Not wanting to waste anymore time, Ron undid the button on Harry’s trousers and slid the zipper down. He pushed them down his hips and pulled them off his legs. He took his own jeans off and tossed both pairs of unnecessary clothing aside. He sat astride Harry so that their erections rubbed together. When their naked bodies touched for the first time, they both responded vocally.

“Ohh…” moaned Harry.

“Yes…” hissed Ron.

Harry grabbed at Ron’s hips, encouraging him to move faster. He pushed his own hips upward, increasing the building friction. His breath hitched in pleasure, and Ron instantly took Harry’s mouth again, sucking on his bottom lip, and then closing the space between their bodies.

“Wait a minute,” breathed Ron, though his voice was muffled by his reluctance to let go of Harry’s lips.

“Is something wrong?” asked Harry, pulling away and causing Ron to sit up.

“I’m not going to last if you keep that up,” he panted.

“You’re not supposed to,” said Harry, leaning up to kiss Ron again.

“But I wanna…you know…” Ron said. “Do you have any…uh…lubricant?”

Harry looked at him strangely for a minute. “I’ve got some stuff that I use on my broom.”

Ron chuckled, and Harry had to laugh, too. “Not like that, you prat.”

“Where is it?”

“On the table next to the bed.”

Ron leaned over and poked his head between the curtains. Seamus and Dean were watching him with great curiosity. He smiled sheepishly, grabbed the makeshift lube, and disappeared back behind the curtains.

“Got it,” he said, as he unscrewed the lid. He poured some of the oil on his hand. “Just relax.”

He positioned himself between Harry’s legs and rubbed gently at his entrance, making sure to coat it sufficiently. Carefully, he slid one slick finger inside. Harry gave a jerk and inhaled sharply. He was biting his lip and looking nervous.

“Ron, I don’t know…”

Ron pulled his finger out, not wanting to hurt Harry. He clasped Harry’s hands with his slippery fingers and bent forward. “I promise,” he said between kisses, “it’ll be ok.”

Harry kissed back, and Ron took that as confirmation. He released Harry’s hands, though he didn’t break the kiss. He inserted the first finger again, going slowly and giving Harry time to adjust. He felt Harry relaxing, and he moved his finger a little bit more. Soon Harry was whimpering and wiggling beneath him. He added a second finger, and Harry groaned appreciatively. He worked his fingers around, and in and out, not exactly sure what he was doing, but assuming by Harry’s response that it was the right thing.

Watching Harry squirming in pleasure, and knowing that he was the one causing it, made Ron’s cock t pai painfully against his stomach. Pre-cum was already leaking from the head, anticipating the feeling of Harry’s tightness. Withdrawing his fingers, he kissed Harry on the mouth, wanting to reassure him.

“Ready?” he asked.

Harry didn’t answer, but he nodded.

Ron spread Harry’s legs a little wider, and took himself in hand. He nudged at the entrance, waiting for the muscle to relax before pushing any further. Harry gasped and closed his eyes, but didn’t pull away or object. When the ring of muscle gave away, Ron edged in, going slow and watching Harry carefully.

Being in Harry felt incredible. Never in his most imaginative dreams did Ron think it would feel this good. A warm, deep suction was pulling him in, and he thought he could climax right then.

Harry’s breath caught deep in his throat, and he gave a loud gasp when he felt Ron push all the way in.

“Ohhh, God,” he said.

“Harry, this is…” Ron started, but Harry grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down into the most passionate kiss so far. He wanted Ron so bad now, and felt like he could never get enough of his kisses no matter how determined he was to try.

Ron pulled out slowly until only the head of his cock was in. He thrust forward suddenly, and both of them moaned into the others’ mouth.

“You’re amazing,” whispered Ron, moving back down to Harry’s throat.

Harry raked his fingers up Ron’s back, pushing their bodies closer together and encouraging Ron to thrust again. He did, though faster than the first time, and plunged back in a second later. Harry grabbed his own cock, which had been poorly neglected so far.

“Let me do that!” said Ron. As much of a turn on as it was to watch Harry touching himself, Ron wanted the honor of getting him off.

He stroked Harry in time to his own thrusting, speeding up to a steady rhythm. He moved faster and with more force, causing their heated bodies to sweat with exertion. Soon both of them were speaking their incoherent admiration about each other, about this evening, and about these physical feelings they never knew existed. Ron felt a powerful surge erupt in the pit of his stomach and rocket forward to the end of his cock. He came fiercely, calling out Harry’s name over and over. Harry felt a thick warmness flood his lower body as soon as Ron came, and he followed right after, murmuring words of gratitude.

Ron collapsed on top of Harry in a sweaty heap, his breathing raspy and uneven. Harry ran a hand through his damp hair, which had become an even darker shade of red. They both lay there in silence for several moments, allowing the adrenaline to ebb away and their minds to comprehend what had just happened.

“You were brilliant,” Ron told Harry, when he could breath regularly.

Harry smiled and kissed him softly. “So were you.”

Seamus’s voice called from outside the bed curtains. “What are you guys doing in there?”

“Just homework!” yelled Ron.