A/N: There's only going to be two chapters all together.
The two of them had been doing this for 2 months now. This being meeting late at night and sharing some awkward kisses that were progressively getting less awkward and more skilled. What had started out tentative and slow had deepened as had their lung capacity. It had started out as something they had done maybe once or twice a week and now they did it nearly every night.
They have never gone beyond kissing because it was a line Harry feared going over. At the same time, his body and his mind longed for it, but he worked his hardest to deny the urge, even if meant he spent longer in the shower immediately after. What was worse was that he knew that Ron did too, but neither of them seemed to be willing to step over the line that could change their friendship that they managed to keep fairly well despite their nighttime activity.
It was with a sense of near trepidation that Harry padded his way over to Ron's bed at the usual time. He opened the curtains to find Ron staring at him, his eyes had a hint of the same trepidation and he didn't get up from the bed and come toward him like he normally did. He seemed to conflicted about something but before Harry could even think about asking him Ron stood up and closed both the distance between the two of them and the curtains. The redhead attacked his mouth with a fervor that left him breathless when they separated.
It wasn't the first time that the two of them had snogged passionately but it seemed somehow more intense than any other time. When the two of them went back at it something new happened. Ron's hand brushed against the front of his trousers making him jump back slightly
"What are you doing?" he gasped. not in disgust, but just because he had never felt anyone touch or even brushing against his penis except for himself before and it had felt...well felt marvelous.
"Trying something new." Ron said hesitantly "Was it bad?" Harry vigorously shook his head. It wasn't bad. It wasn't bad at all; he just hadn't been expecting it, because before they had purely kept it hips and up touching. Harry crossed the short distance between the two of them and started kissing Ron's lips again and this time when Ron's hand brushed him down there he didn't jump apart, In fact, after a moment he leaned into it, moaning into Ron's mouth and thanking Merlin that they had started putting silencing charms on their beds when they did this. It was only a brush, yet a simple brush from someone outside of himself felt heavenly. Harry wanted to return the favor and put his own hand over his mate's trousers, rubbing it slightly. It was Ron's turn to moan into his mouth, this time, the sound for some reason made him happy and he stroked it again.
After that, it was like something broke and Harry found himself pushed onto Ron's bed and Ron quickly climbed on top of him covering his lower body with his own. Ron was sitting right on top of his penis and while he wasn't moving the warmth radiating from his body. The fact that it was a few thin layers of clothing keeping them apart made it feel so good. Of course ,that was nothing compared to when Ron moved. The redhead was just moving slightly forward so that their faces were more lined up but when he moved the friction between the two had increased and both boys moaned at the feeling. This time, Harry moved and the same delicious feeling rolled over him. It was like kissing only ten times better. Only his pants were becoming very constraining and painful.
Ron seemed to feel similar as he rolled off him for a moment. Harry paused briefly before he took off his pants just leaving him in his underwear and out of the corner of his eyes saw Ron doing the same. As soon as Ron was done, he rolled back onto him. The lack of constriction, plus the lack of two layers of clothing made it feel even better. Sometimes their bare penises managed to hit each other which was even better than just the friction between the two of them.
Ron paused and after a moment's hesitation took off his shirt and threw onto the ground, leaving him only in his underwear. Harry realized how hot he was feeling with all this heat rising in him and the exertion. Harry sat up slightly, pulled his own shirt off tossing it to the floor. Ron rolled his hips forward and Harry gasped as their hips connected in a very pleasurable way. Ron pulled his body down so that their chests were nearly flat against each other and started kissing him again while rolling his hips against his. The sensation took over his mind and there was a question in the back of his mind that he blurted out.
"What are we doing?"
"Who the bloody hell cares." He couldn't argue with that.
A/N: There's only going to be two chapters, so this is the last one, mostly because this is about as graphic as I get.