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Warnings: language, and...wait for it....SEX!
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Chapter 9: How Do I Live Without You?
Harry did not see Ron until several weeks later. He happened to run into him at one of the many bars Ron frequented. Harry's heart shattered upon sight. By then, Harry had managed to form a sort-of relationship with Justin, but he could never love anyone other than Ron.
Ron stared at Harry, like he'd seen a ghost. He fought the tears that threatened to spill. He went to hug Harry, but then Ron saw Justin, who had his arm around Harry's waist possessively. Ron's vision went red. Normally, that only happened when he was completely pissed and angry. But, he was merely angry. He hadn't had the time to get completely pissed.
So, Ron had no plausible excuse to clench his fist and break Justin's nose.
Justin fell backwards into a window, dragging Harry with him. Ron grabbed Harry before he could fall through the window, though. Harry tried to yank his arm from Ron's grasp, but the other man was too strong for him to. It was one of the things that made him love Ron.
Ron stared at Harry, his eyes drinking him in. He knew he couldn't let Harry leave again. He had to make Harry stay.
"Ron," Harry hissed. He prayed that the sorrow didn't carry in his voice.
The redhead ignored him. He gripped Harry's arm tighter, and apparated to the flat. He pushed Harry against the wall, their faces a mere two inches apart. "You can't leave again," Ron muttered desperately.
"What?" Harry demanded in shock.
Ron's blue eyes pierced Harry's green ones, and Harry's breath rushed from his lungs at the intensity. Suddenly, Ron kissed Harry, his hands gripping Harry's hips. Harry's eyes fluttered shut, and he kissed Ron back. A moan escaped him, and it was swallowed by Ron. Tears streamed from his closed eyes, but they weren't tears of sorrow.
Ron's leg slipped between Harry's thighs, pressing against Harry's thickening cock. Harry moaned, his head thrown back. Ron's breath hitched and he pressed his thigh against Harry's erection. He loved the sounds Harry made.
He lifted Harry suddenly, and carried him to his bedroom. He placed Harry on the bed and stared down at him, drinking in Harry's flushed cheeks and mussed up hair. Harry stared up at him, his blood racing to his crotch and his heart beating painfully fast in his chest.
Ron pushed Harry to his back, kissing him passionately once more. His hands worked to remove Harry's clothes. He suddenly remembered, when Harry arched against him, that they were wizards and he could remove Harry's clothing with magic. He pulled away, feeling his heart melt at Harry's whimper, and waved his hand over Harry's clothes. The offensive material disappeared, leaving Harry exposed to Ron's heated gaze. His blue eyes drank in the beautiful pale skin, the light dusting of hair that trailed from his bellybutton to Harry thick thatch of black curls above his delicious looking cock.
Ron groaned and bent back down, kissing Harry. His hands explored Harry, tweaking a nipple here and gently brushing Harry's cock there. Harry wanted to weep with his need. Ron's clothes created a curious friction against Harry's heated, over-sensitive skin that caused liquid fire to pool in his belly.
"Ron!" Harry groaned. His chest rose and fell rapidly, matching the frantic beat of his heart.
Ron smiled and kissed Harry, his right hand splaying over Harry's chest. He could feel Harry's heart pounding beneath his hand, and Ron was ecstatic that he was the cause. His left hand found Harry's entrance, and his index finger teased the small opening. Harry's eyes snapped open and he cried out.
"Please," Harry panted. He tugged at Ron's clothes as he rolled his hips. He needed to feel Ron's bare skin pressed against him.
Ron pulled away once again, waving his hand over his own clothes. They disappeared, and skin met skin. They both moaned at the sensation. It was what they'd longed for.
Ron's fingers stroked Harry, his actions suddenly gentle. The feeling of Harry's naked body against his own had quelled him enough that he slowed down. Ron wanted to take this slow and gentle. He wanted their first time together to be beautiful.
"Oh, Merlin, Harry…" Ron breathed. He caught Harry's eyes, the green darkened with desire. Everything about the wizard beneath him was beautiful, and Ron felt himself slip even further in love with him. He felt like his soul was on fire, burning up in Harry's gaze. "Harry, I love you," he breathed against Harry's neck. He kissed the smaller wizard's collar bone lovingly.
Harry's eyes filled with tears once again. "Ron…" he sighed. There was unadulterated happiness in his lustful voice. Ron groaned at the sound of his name rolling off Harry's tongue. He ground their groins together, eliciting a low moan from Harry.
"Ron," Harry moaned, his voice slightly higher. Ron paused, his fingers close to penetrating Harry. "I'm…"
Ron kissed Harry's jaw gently, then up his cheek. He licked the tears from Harry's flushed cheeks. Harry closed his eyes, biting his lip. "Yes, love," Ron asked in a voice filled with desire.
"I've never…done…" Harry managed. Ron pushed their hips together, causing the raven-haired wizard to moan deliciously. Ron gave a Malfoyish smirk and kissed Harry's forehead.
"Are you telling me you're a virgin?" Ron asked as he punctuated the last word with a sensuous thrust of his hips into Harry's.
Harry whimpered and nodded, biting his lip. He looked at Ron, and the raw emotions in Harry's emerald green gaze ripped the air from Ron's lungs. The innocence practically rolled off Harry, despite the fact that he knew how to use his mouth.
"Good," Ron ground out when he finally managed to breathe in properly (or, as properly as one can breathe during such a predicament…). "I'm glad I'm your first."
Harry smiled slightly, and his hands found the back of Ron's head. His fingers wound themselves into the red hair and he pulled Ron's mouth down to his. They kissed, and Ron's hand went back to their task of stretching Harry. The sensation of Ron's fingers pressing against his opening caused him to gasp, and Ron took the opportunity to slide his tongue into Harry's mouth.
Ron eased one finger in, pausing long enough for his beloved to adjust to the sensation. He moved his finger around before adding another one. He kissed Harry in an attempt to distract him from the discomfort.
He finished prepping Harry, and then pulled away. He gazed down at his prize, because at that moment he remembered seeing Harry and George. Harry was too beautiful for words; his face was flushed and he gazed up at Ron with the most adorable, shy look on his face. Ron smiled and leaned in for another kiss before he reached for a condom. Harry watched him role it on, his head tilted to the side in mild confusion. Ron ruffled his raven locks with his free hand before pouring a generous amount of lube in his hand.
He cast a warming charm on it so that it wouldn't be too cold for Harry before he began lathering Harry's entrance. He inserted a finger in Harry, hitting Harry's prostate. Harry's back lifted from the bed, and he let out a low moan that went straight to Ron's throbbing dick.
"Bloody hell," Ron growled. He lathered his member with the left over lube before positioning Harry's legs. "This position is kinda uncomfortable, but I want to see your face."
Harry nodded, staring up at Ron with eyes full of trust and love. Ron positioned himself and gently pushed into Harry. Pain flickered across Harry's face, and Ron made sure to go even slower.
Finally fully inside Harry, Ron waited for his beloved to nod for him to continue. As he waited for Harry to adjust, he drank in the sight of Harry beneath him. It was too perfect, and Ron swore that he'd do everything in his power to make sure nothing would destroy it.
"Ron," Harry breathed. He nodded his head, his hands reaching up to pull Ron's lips to his.
Ron smiled and obliged his beloved before he began to move slowly within Harry. The sensation was enough to end Ron, but he forced himself to hold out. He wanted it to last as long as possible.
After a few moments, Harry began to move with Ron. Soon, they picked up a sensuous rhythm that tortured both of them. Ron found Harry's prostate once again, and a guttural moan ripped itself from Harry's small form. The sound elicited a moan from Ron, and their movements suddenly became frantic.
Ron kissed Harry's knee while his right hand found Harry's neglected member. He matched his hand with his thrusts, a smile in his eyes as he watched Harry. "Beautiful," he breathed.
Harry reached his climax first, arching against Ron as he moaned. The feeling of Harry squeezing even tighter, and the sight and sound of Harry's climax, was enough to push Ron over the edge.
Both spent, Ron moved from on top of Harry and pulled the smaller wizard against him. He kissed the back of Harry's neck, his hand running up and down Harry's side. Harry shivered and twisted so that he could face Ron. His emerald orbs were full of something Ron had never been able to see before: love.