"You have no idea what it took to get all the boys out for tonight." Eames said as he led Arthur down the spiral staircase to the his dorm room, deep in the Slytherin dungeons.

"How many do you room with?" Arthur asked, his voice wavering only slightly.

"Five, including myself." Eames opened the door to his dorm room and ushered Arthur inside.

They'd been talking about this for about two weeks now, in whispers and passed notes in class, husky, sultry little things like "I need to find your sweet spot, Arthur Solomon. Give it all the attention it deserves." or "Lick your lips a bit more, darling, It helps when I imagine them around my cock."

Alright, so a lot of the flirting was coming from Eames and being received by Arthur, but he wasn't complaining. He was just… nervous.

It was his first time, see. First time doing… anything, really. He'd never admit it to Eames, but this guy was his first kiss, for fuck's sake. And Eames was so confident, so daring, so… intimidating, if Arthur was being honest.

He couldn't help but shake when Eames activated the lock on the door before sauntering up to Arthur and kissing him firmly on the mouth. His fingers fumbled with the buttons on Eames' robe, so much so that he could barely get the first three undone.

When Eames finally noticed this, he paused and pulled away from Arthur, a concerned frown alighting his lips. "Are you alright, pet?"

Arthur nodded, trying to brush it off. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Which one is yours?" He gestured over his shoulder to the semi-circle of beds. Eames pointed and Arthur rushed to it, sitting on the edge of the bed awkwardly.

Eames cupped the back of his neck and leant him backwards until he was laying on Eames' bed, with the larger boy atop him.

Eames' lips brushed over his, and he relaxed slightly, allowing himself to run his fingers through Eames' hair as their kisses gradually grew more and more licentious, Eames' tongue caressing Arthur's.

Arthur's legs fell open of their own accord, and he moaned softly. "Eames…" He mumbled when the other finally dis-robed him and started on his shirt. "Eames, I've never-"

"Never what?" Eames purred, moving his kisses to Arthur's tender earlobes, causing him to shudder.

"Never done… this." Arthur glanced down at where Eames' still clothed groin met with his own. "I'm… I'm a virgin."

Eames shook his head and kissed Arthur softly. "I don't mind, love. In fact, I'm honoured that you're so… comfortable with me."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Arthur scowled.

"Hey, hey, none of that, love." Eames kissed him between the brows, in an attempt to kiss away the furrow. "I've got no problem leading."

Arthur's mouth went dry with arousal, and he nodded for lack of anything else to say. Eames leaned up and began stripping himself, then Arthur. Before the other knew it, they were laying together in Eames' twin bed, nothing separating them but the occasional wisp of air when they shifted.

Eames guided Arthur's legs around his waist, petting his thighs and making calming nonsense noises to calm him.

Arthur thread his fingers through Eames' hair and encouraged him down until their lips brushed. He sighed against Eames' cheek.

Eames pulled away slightly, studying Arthur's expression. "Everything feel okay?"

Arthur frowned in confusion. "What?"

"Did I hurt you?"

Arthur's frown deepened. "What are you talking about?"

"I've heard that the first time hurts for some people. I'm just checking to make sure you're alright."

Arthur couldn't help it. He laughed.

"What?"

"You're not even inside me, Eames." Eames frowned, and Arthur immediately quieted. "Oh my god… you've never done this either."

Eames shook his head solemnly.

Arthur cupped Eames' cheek gently, soft eyes searching the other's face. "Hey. Eames, look at me." He obeyed. "We'll figure it out together, yeah?"

Eames cracked a smile. "Yeah. Yes. Let's do that."

Arthur sat up and straddled Eames' lap, pressing their lips together gently, yet wantonly.

Eames, already kneeling, managed to scoot them up the bed until Arthur's back rested against the headboard.

Arthur reached behind him and felt for his magically prepared entrance. "Take your cock in hand and find my fingers. When you feel them, that's where it is."

Eames nodded and followed instruction cautiously but gradually building confidence.

Arthur moaned quietly when he felt Eames press against his hole. "Fuck, come on Eames, please," He begged.

Eames grunted before dropping Arthur onto himself roughly.

Arthur opened his mouth to reply, but before he could, he felt Eames press into him, the burn of being stretched sending pleasant shiver down his spine and drawing a loud moan out of his mouth. "God, fuck, Eames." He whined, his tongue sticking out to wet his lips while his head fell back against the wall. "Fuck, so good."

"Keep going?" Eames fingers kneaded Arthur's ass as he continued to lower him.

"Yeah," Arthur panted, resting one hand on Eames shoulder and digging his fingers into the skin. "Don't you dare stop." He mumbled, clenching around Eames cock and moaning as he pounded into him.

Eames held him close until he felt Arthur was adjusted properly, kissing him back before finally starting a slow roll of his hips. Eames gasped, moving his hands to grip BottomPosessive hips and aid him in his thrusting.

Arthur panted at his throat, trying to muffle his moans, clenching around the man and digging his fingers into his shoulder.

Eames pinned him to the mattress to get deeper, fucking into him harder and harder.

Arthur cried out in pleasure, spreading his legs wider for Eames and arching his back up from the mattress. "Fuck, Fuck, Eames." He gasped, dragging his fingers down the man's back as he just let the other fuck him hard and rough, clenching around him and loving every second of it.

It wasn't much longer before he was swearing and biting down on Eames' bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood, and cumming in a long stripe down his stomach. "Ungf, Eames…"

Eames' breath turned shallow as he too reached his climax, plump lips drifting to Arthur's neck and planting a series of tiny kisses there. "I like figuring things out together."

"Me too." Arthur carded his hands through Eames' sweaty hair. "Think we can do it again?"

"Abso-fuckin-lutely."