Exploration

Title: Exploration
Author: Irana Potter-Snape
Rating: Teen
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Disclaimer: Nope. The characters or places are not mine. They belong to the lovely blonde British woman. The plot and the smut? Well now, those are mine.
Feedback: Oh please.
Summary: Ron is curious.
Beta: Nah… none for this.
A/N: Written for obesessed1 as a reward for finishing the English paper from hell. The idea comes from kaalee's Harry Potter French Kiss Challenge. Exactly 1000 words. 4/21/06

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"Harry," Ron began carefully, not sure how his question would be taken.

"Yeah Ron?"

"Can I ask you something?" Ron stalled nervously.

He shouldn't be nervous. This was Harry, but still… he was. Very nervous.

Ron looked up and realised Harry was waiting for him to ask his question and flushed. "Do you… I mean… well… have you everwantedtosnogabloke?" he finally spat out.

It took Harry a few seconds to work out what Ron said; long seconds in which Ron turned as read as his hair and thought he'd not had enough fire whiskey by far.

"I did once," he admitted quietly.

Ron's eyes went wide. "You did! And you never told me?!"

Harry shrugged, a slight flush staining his cheeks. "Wasn't sure what you would think," he admitted. "And… well… in the Muggle world being queer isn't something people talk about, more like something they hide."

Ron shook his head. "That's mad, mate," he began only for Harry's words to catch up to him. "Wait, you're queer?" he asked, voice squeaking on the last word. His blush intensified.

Eyes wary Harry slowly should his head. "Um, I like both really. Birds and blokes I mean."

Ron relaxed. Harry had already snogged a bloke so there was no reason to be nervous, was there? "So… um, what was it like? You know, snogging a bloke."

"Um," Harry replied intelligently before looking over at Ron from under his lashes. Ron squirmed in his seat… that look… well it was… it was hot.

"Come on Harry, I want to know," Ron urged.

Harry gave Ron a hard look and then nodded slowly. "Different. You don't have to hold back the way you would with a girl."

That sounds… yeah, Ron thought disjointedly. "Did you… you know?" he asked, flush returning.

"I can show you," Harry said softly.

And that was just perfect, because that was exactly what Ron wanted. "Yeah… yeah, if you want," Ron said, trying for nonchalance and missing by a Quidditch field.

Harry put his glass down and reached over to take Ron's. "Stand up Ron," he said. "It's better that way. You can feel everything."

Excitement and not a little fear racing through him, Ron did as he was directed. He wondered if Harry knew, if that was why Harry wanted him to stand. Heat flooded his body as Harry came nearer. Fuck, but Harry smelled good. Like something Ron could eat for days.

Harry smiled gently at Ron. "Relax Ron," he said softly, slipping his arms around Ron's body – one around his waist and the other into the hair at the nape of his neck – pulling them closer together. "You'll like it, I promise," Harry added softly before he lightly brushed his lips across Ron's.

"Close your eyes, Ron," Harry whispered, and waited until Ron had done so before he leaned in and brushed his lips across Ron's once more.

Ron closed his eyes and waited. He felt the warmth of Harry's body, the weight of his arm around his waist, the tingle from the fingers slowing flexing in his hair. Light, gentle pressure on his lips. He hadn't expected the kiss to be soft, but it was. Something wet brushed against the seam of his lips and he shivered, hands he hadn't realised he'd moved clenching on Harry's hips. Again, from one corner of his mouth to the other, the tip of Harry's tongue moved and he realised Harry was easing him into it, and relaxed completely.

Harry flicked his tongue over Ron's lips, curling it up under his best friend upper lip and slowly tracing the flesh he found there. "Open up for me Ron," he whispered before nipping gently at the tempting flesh. Ron sighed, and Harry took it for the invitation it was, sliding his tongue into Ron's mouth and sighed in pleasure. Ron couldn't have known how much he'd wanted to do this.

Ron moaned softly as Harry's tongue slid into his mouth. Harry tasted of fire whiskey and chocolate. Hesitantly, he touched the tip of his tongue to Harry's and vaguely registered the sound of Harry groaning. More confident, he stroked his tongue along Harry's body pressing closer, hands wrapping around Harry and dived into the kiss.

Harry's control broke at Ron's response, and he curled his tongue around Ron's and sucked the taste of fire whiskey and Ron exploding in his mouth. He stroked over the roof of Ron's mouth, searched out ever crevice, every hidden space, claimed it and made it his own. Desire washed through him and his fingers tightened in Ron's hair, holding him steady and he licked his way around Ron's mouth, mapping it.

Oh. Ron felt… eaten. Harry's tongue moved inside his mouth like it knew it belonged there and then suddenly it was gone, teeth chewing on his lip before it was sucked into Harry's mouth. Hot. Wet. And then it was back… hard, thrusting into him like Harry couldn't get enough, like Harry wanted to eat him alive, planned on kissing Ron till he passed out.

Stars shot before his eyes and he clutched at Harry, pressure hard in his trousers, hard against his leg and he groaned. His senses reeled and he realised he would be quite happy if he died now, the last sensation he felt Harry devouring him whole through his mouth, the need and desire contained in the kiss, the rawness of it, the last thing he felt.

Ron whimpered when Harry pulled away, mouth blindly following, seeking, screaming for the connection again.

"Breathe, Ron," Harry rasped, breath ragged.

Slowly, Ron opened his eyes. He couldn't get them past the beckoning slickness of Harry's mouth. "Wow," he breathed.

Harry smiled. "That's what it feels like Ron," he said, not moving to let Ron go.

"Kiss me again?" Ron asked, finally meeting Harry's eyes.

Harry's smile widened. "Why don't you kiss me and show me what you learned?" he suggested.

"Alright," Ron agreed, then claimed Harry's mouth for his own.