Falling
Chapter 5
Ron stared at himself in the mirror, nervous as hell. The Yule Ball. He had 5 minutes before he had to be down to meet Harry. He made sure that everything was perfect, and then he headed down.
Harry was beautiful. He had a silver shirt on with black pants, and an emerald green coat. His hair was still out of control, but Ron didn't mind. Harry was too in a state of shock. Ron was wearing a dark blue shirt and a sapphire cape. The blues brought out his eyes. Ron kissed Harry's hand.
"You're beautiful," he whispered as they entered the Dinning Hall. Harry beamed. The Ball went on. Ron and Harry danced with other people almost as much as they danced with each other. At 10:00, Ron pulled Harry out of the ballroom.
"Ron, what is it?" he asked as they reached a door. Ron smiled.
"I wanted to be alone with you. I talked with Lil..." he said as he opened the door.
"and I told her she wouldn't be needed." Ron finished. The room was a giant bedroom. Harry looked at Ron and he pulled Harry in for a hug.
"I will not ask for anything tonight Harry. Whatever you feel comfortable with is alright with me." Ron said and Harry's eyes sparkled with retained lust.
"Anything I want?" he asked, mischievous. Ron nodded.
"Then start by kissing me please?" Harry asked, and Ron complied. Ron loved the way Harry tasted, and deepened the kiss. Harry ran his tongue over Ron's bottom lip and Ron moaned. Harry broke the kiss. They were on the bed, holding each other tightly.
"Love me Ron. Please, make love to me." Harry asked and Ron shuddered at his words.
"Harry" he moaned and grabbed him in a searing kiss. Harry felt Ron's hands gently undo the buttons on his shirt. Ron's touch was feather light, and Harry moaned. He broke the kiss and undid Ron's shirt. He sat back and stared. Ron was alabaster white. Quidditch had made both of them sculpted, and well toned. They continued kissing as they explored, but Harry got impatient.
"Ron, hold on" he said and got his wand. With a flick and a wave, their clothes disappeared. They climbed on the bed, Ron nibbling at Harry's neck. Ron explored every inch of Harry. His chest, his waist, and he skimmed to his thighs. Harry was perfect in every way. Ron gently touched Harry's shaft, and Harry bucked off of the bed and moaned.
"Ron..." he whimpered as Ron's touch became firmer. Ron gently moved his hand around Harry's throbbing member and began to move. Suddenly, Harry rolled Ron on the bottom.
"You're going too slow. It's my turn." He said and worked his way down to Ron's cock. Ron moaned when he felt the heat of Harry's mouth engulf him. Harry sucked and licked until Ron's moans got really loud. Ron stopped him.
"Not like that" he said and got the bottle of lotion. He looked at Harry.
"What do you want to do?" he asked. Harry took the lotion.
"I want you in me" he whispered and poured some on his hands. He rubbed the lotion on Ron's member. Ron kissed Harry as he prepared him. Ron gently pressed one finger in Harry and he whimpered. After a while, Harry relaxed and Ron put in the second finger. After three fingers, Ron knew Harry was ready.
"Harry...this might feel uncomfortable. Tell me to stop if you need me to." He said and gently moved into position between Harry's legs. Harry nodded and felt Ron gently press himself into him. There was pain, but it quickly left. Harry squirmed a bit, and Ron knew he was ready. He gently set a pace. Harry looked delectable; his cheeks were flushed, and his eyes glazed. He moaned.
"Faster" Harry begged and Ron groaned. After a few thrusts, Ron angled differently and thrust in. Harry screeched. Ron immediately stopped.
"What is it?" he asked, almost panicked. Now Harry looked angry.
"If you don't do what you just did again, I WILL castrate you." He hissed and Ron shivered. He thrust at that angle again and Harry bucked. Ron kept thrusting, but felt himself close.
"Harry..." he groaned as his nails dug into his back. He thrust once more, hard and deep, and felt his world explode...
Ron breathed and felt his heart return to normal speed. He gently eased out of Harry, and muttered a cleaning spell. Harry was still breathing hard, and Ron pulled him in an embrace and stroked his hair.
"Are you okay?" he asked. Harry managed a weak chuckle.
"Other than my ass being sore, I'm great" he said and Ron smiled. He kissed Harry's forehead, and they fell asleep, dreaming of each other.