For the next few days, neither Seamus nor Ron talked to the other. Whole classes went by with Ron looking Seamus' way without being reciprocated in any form. By the third day after their night together, Ron gave up on ever communicating with the Irish lad. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, it was starting to affect him emotionally and the fact that no one else in his dorm seemed to want to talk to him didn't help either.

Ron went to bed that third night as he had the last two - alone, depressed, tired. He pulled back the curtains of his four-poster and stepped in. Once he was settled back, he took off his shirts, pants, and briefs and threw them to the foot of his bed. He thought about wanking for a minute, then about Seamus' cute little butt and his dick got rock hard but he turned his thoughts to other things instead of stroking it. Before long, he'd fallen into a deep sleep.

Three hours later...

Ron moaned in his sleep for reasons he didn't quite understand in his dream state. He took in a sharp breath and let it out with sheer pleasure. Something was making him feel incredible and he wasn't even awake to fully enjoy it yet.

Ron shook in his sleep, his curls toed, and he let out the biggest moan yet as he came into the heat surrounding his penis.

Ron woke up as the climax ended, still shaking and breathing fast and deep. He looked around, confused, and then his gaze fell on the familiar brown hair just above the space where his penis should have been. It was Seamus with his mouth full of Ron's cock, eyes glowing with pure, blue-green Irish lust. Ron, having not gotten off in three days, came again in Seamus' warm throat.

The lad happily drank the second load, moaning around the red-head's thick penis. When it was over, Seamus pulled off and smiled at Ron. A thick, long line of cum dribbled down from his mouth to his chin and his neck. Despite being slightly angry at him before and just waking up, Ron reached forward, caught the cum on his index finger and fed it to Seamus who eagerly sucked away.

Ron leaned forward off his back and grabbed Seamus by the chin. He pulled the lad in for a kiss and they just enjoyed the other's warmth for a few minutes. Ron slipped his tongue through Seamus' lips and, once it was accepted, he started fighting to get his tongue on top. Seamus fought back playfully and grabbed Ron's cock to throw him off. It worked and Seamus took his turn to dominate Ron's mouth.

Ron and Seamus both pulled off at the same time and laughed. Ron looked deep into Seamus' eyes, warming up from the happiness there. Something drove him to do a thing he hadn't yet tried. Without ever breaking eye contact, Ron moved down to Seamus' hairless member and started to stroke it. Within seconds, pre-cum was leaking all over Ron's hand and he took this as a good sign to start.

Ron turned his gaze from Seamus' eyes to his beautiful penis. He never had a chance to notice it the one night, but this part of the lad was just as sexy as the rest of his fit Irish body. There wasn't a hair to be seen anywhere (he must have shaved with magic), the head stuck out of his pale foreskin like a mushroom, and pre-cum was almost constantly dribbling out of his slit, freshly coating his penis and balls with sticky, slimy juice. Ron was new to giving the oral favors so he licked at this coating tentatively at first. When he found that the salty taste was actually getting him hard again, he went after it even faster and finally, with a quick look at Seamus (who had his eyes shut with pleasure), he covered the big head with his mouth.

"Yes, Ron, you're doing so well," Seamus moaned, opening his eyes just enough to make out the red-head's head bobbing up and down. Ron had a natural talent (and no gag reflex), and he was definitely taking advantage of it to pull as many moans from Seamus as possible.

Seamus wanted Ron to feel as good as he did, so he started to get into a 69 position but Ron put his hand on his chest, stopping him. He pulled off of Seamus' penis to speak.

"No," he said, looking Seamus intensely in the eye to show that he was serious. "You've made me feel great so many times. It's my turn to make you feel that way and I want you to really enjoy this."

Seamus nodded his understanding and returned to his original position. Ron put Seamus' penis back into his mouth and continued where he left off. Seamus loved every second of it and Ron did too. The excess pre-cum and saliva was pooling just above Seamus' dick's root. Ron took some with a finger and used it to tease his favorite little tight hole.

With some effort, Ron managed to guide his finger into Seamus. The lad shrieked from pure pleasure and his cock throbbed in Ron's mouth. Ron kept pushing the finger in and out. When he tried to get another in, he found that it was just too tight. He worked harder at Seamus' cock.

"Ohhh, Ronnn! I'm so close!"

Ron moaned around Seamus' penis and braced himself. It throbbed and exploded down Ron's throat.

Ron took in as much of the cream as he could. It was a bigger load than he could've expected and he spluttered at the intensity of it all. The feeling of Irish cum being shot down his throat set Ron off. Seamus grabbed at the red-heads penis and aimed the stream at his own face. He swallowed some and the rest covered his head, neck, shoulders, and hair. It was pure heaven for both of them - better than the night before by tenfold.

When it ended, Ron had let much of the cum drip down his chin and on to the bed. Seamus was soaked in Ron's load and he was enjoying licking it off of himself. Ron pulled off of Seamus and licked some of his own cum off the lad. He wrapped his arms around Seamus and the pair fell back onto the bed. They fell asleep there, wrapped in each other's arms.