The whole world is gone, everything disappearing in this one moment. The feel of his surprisingly soft lips against mine is instantly addictive, and I want to deepen the kiss, to stay in this moment as long as possible.

But he's pulling away. I straighten up, my heart already hurting at the thought that it wasn't what he wanted, or he didn't like it, or -

'Stop.' I blink, and his eyes are fierce. 'Stop thinking whatever it is that's making you look like that. We just need to be somewhere ... more private.'

I suddenly remember that we're standing on a busy London street, not far from an entry point to the Ministry. I flush, looking around to see if anyone is watching us. But my attention is immediately drawn back to him as he grips my hand and starts to lead me down the alley at the side of Rita's. I follow him blindly, my body tingling at the contact and from the lingering affect of that kiss. He turns to face me, and squeezes my hand tighter. The world whirls, and then we're in his flat.

He releases my hand, and raises his own to his head, dragging his fingers through his hair. I watch, fascinated by the way his soft blonde locks fall back into place, still looking neat despite his efforts to ruffle them. Then I look back at his face, and he's looking up at me again, a little apprehension in his silver eyes.

'So - ' I cut him off with my mouth against his. This time, he sinks into the kiss, his arms winding around my neck. It feels so different than any other kissing I've ever done. It's easier, as the height difference is much less pronounced, but there's also this warmth that floods my whole body, right down to my toes. I feel myself stiffen and groan into his mouth, pressing him backwards until he hits a wall. His tongue comes out to meet mine, and I comply eagerly, sucking and licking and nipping at his tongue, his lips. He gasps at the contact, and I wonder if he's feeling the electric charge, too.

I lean my body into his, my arousal rubbing against that sharp hip bone, and his head falls back against the wall with a soft thump. It exposes his long, pale neck to me, and I lower my head to graze my teeth against the soft skin of his throat. He groans at the feeling and rolls his hips slightly, and I grunt when his hard shaft presses against my thigh, which has found its way between his legs. My hands are splayed flat on his back and I pull him closer, wanting to feel it again.

'Wait.' His voice is hoarse, heavy, and it sounds like it's an effort for him to be saying the words. 'Weasley, wait, we need to ... '

I pull back slightly, keeping as much contact with his body as I can while also looking down at him. His pupils are wide, making his eyes dark, and that delicious pink flush is back on his cheeks. I bite my lip at the sight, and he lets out that gutteral noise.

'Don't do that,' he hisses. 'It's incredibly distracting.' I smirk, and he rolls his eyes and glares at me, but the lust on his face dulls the effect. 'Seriously, Weasley, we need to decide how far this is going.'

That makes me pull back a little further. He's right, I suppose, we should probably talk about that before I get carried away.

'Well, I guess we could just enjoy ourselves for now, see where this is going, then maybe we could go on a few dates, to get to know each other better? I suppose I'll have to tell my family at some point, and then - '

'While I really appreciate that your logical mind is already planning all of this,' he interrupts, a small smile on his lips. 'I was just talking about this, right now.'

'Oh.' I feel my ears turn red, and he laughs softly as he raises one hand to cup my jaw. He runs his thumb along my lower lip, and I bite back the moan that bubbles up my throat. Instead, I choke out, 'Yeah, OK. Well, how far do you want it to go?'

'I don't think it would be very fair for me to make that decision.' His eyes are still on my lips as he speaks. 'I've had sexual experiences before, so I know what it's like. But this would be your first, and it's whether you're ready for it to go that far or not.'

I roll my hips into him again, and his eyelids flutter slightly as I press my hard length into his hip once more, my thigh rubbing against his.

'I've wanted to know what it's like for a long time, Draco,' I breathe, then dip my head to his ear. He shudders as my breath tickles his skin. 'And now I know that I want it to be with you. With everything you've shown me, how you've helped me understand, it has to be you.' I pull back and wink at him. 'Doesn't hurt that you're pretty fucking hot.'

'Git.' His cheeks colour again, and he winds his fingers into the back of my hair and tugs. I growl at the feeling, and stoop to slide my hands under his pert arse. I lift, and his legs come up automatically to wrap around my waist. I feel his arousal rub against mine and we both groan at the friction.

'Alright,' he pants against my mouth as my hands slide down to brace his thighs. 'If you're sure. But we can stop at any point if it gets to be too much, OK?'

'OK.'

I kiss him again, harder this time. He yields immediately, his mouth open for me to explore. I use my hips and torso to pin him to the wall and release one of his thighs so that I can slide my hand under his grey T-shirt. He moans again as my callused hand slides up the smooth, warm skin of his toned abdomen, tickling across his ribs and finally up to his nipple. I brush my fingertips over it lightly, and his hips snap against mine as he lets out an almost delicate sound. Something in me responds to the noise, and I lower him back to the ground and grab a fistful of the shirt.

'Off.' My voice is very deep now, and his pupils widen even further. He obediantly reaches down and grips the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head and tossing it behind my back somewhere. I step back slightly to take in the sight of his bare torso.

His shoulders, while not as wide as mine, have definitely broadened since we were kids, and his collarbone stands out under his pale skin in a way that makes me want to bite it. His chest heaves, and his small pink nipples already stand to attention. My eyes keep going, over his flat stomach, ridges of muscle evident there, and finally my eyes rest on the V that his hips make, the bones a little prominent, and a small trail of white blonde leads down from his navel and under the waistband of his jeans. I return my eyes to his face, and he's watching me again, almost a little nervously.

'Very fucking hot,' I grate out, then dip my head to his chest, my hands grasping his hips. I flick the tip of my tongue against his nipple, and he lets out a sharp breath. His hands wind into my hair again, and he tries to move his hips but I hold them still, pushing him back into the wall. I wonder vaguely if he could fight me off if he wanted to, and the thought of being stronger than him, overpowering him, makes my cock twitch.

I move to lap at the other nipple, and he whimpers as I tease the sensitive skin with my teeth. I grin against him as I place open-mouthed kisses over his chest, then sink lower, to his stomach. I get to my knees and run my tongue over that line of hair. His hips lurch again, but to my delight I find it very easy to force him to be still. He's strong, but I'm stronger.

I can feel the damp spot where my boxers are absorbing my leaking pre-cum, and the lust that's tearing through my body is unlike anything I've ever experienced before. I reach out to unbutton his jeans, when suddenly his pale fingers wrap around my wrist. I pause and look up for him. His breathing is ragged, his eyes a little wild, but there's that crease on his forehead again.

'Ron, you don't have to - '

'Tell me how you like it.' My voice is firm, almost a little commanding. He shivers under my hands in response to it, but holds my eyes as he considers. Then he nods, and I continue to unbutton his fly. I ease his jeans, then his tented boxers down, and hear myself gasp as his fully erect length springs free. I've done plenty of research, and had a lot of time to imagine, but this is the first time I've been eye to eye (so to speak) with someone else's dick. His shaft is almost as pale as the rest of him. The red, swollen tip is perfectly at my eye level, and as I watch he pulses in front of me.

I lift my hand, and wrap it completely around him. He's warm, silky yet solid. A bead of pre-cum runs from his slit and down, landing on my fingers. I use it to lubricate his skin as I pump him once, twice. It feels familiar, much like the movements I usually make on myself, but it's also infinitely better, infinitely more arousing, to be touching someone else, touching him, in this way.

'Slower.' I look up, and his eyes are focused on my freckled fingers, engulfing him. His teeth are gritted in a way that helps to tell me what he wants.

'You like to be teased, Draco?' I can feel the daring glint in my eye as his gaze flicks to mine, and he blushes and looks away, comfirming my suspicions. I grin wickedly, then release him.

He mewls at the loss of friction, but I just shush him. I press two fingers against the underside of his cock, and run them up towards his head, dragging my nails gently against the soft skin. He whimpers, head thrown back again, as his shaft throbs in response. I repeat the motion, pressing a little harder against the soft spot between his base and his balls before sliding my fingers upwards.

'Fuck, yes, just like that,' he murmurs. I do it a third time, and this time my nails scrape a little harder. His knees buckle slightly, and I press my torso against his legs, supporting and trapping him at the same time.

His eyes blaze as he looks down at me, and he opens his mouth to say something but his words die on his tongue when I lean forward and experimentally lick his head. He watches, enthralled, as I lap at the pre-cum oozing from his slit. It tastes less bitter than I expected. I've tasted my own cum in the past, out of curiosity, but his is somehow more pleasant.

I lock my eyes on his as I wrap my lips around him. His knees try to buckle again as I start to bob my head, but I tighten my grip on his hip to keep him up. His fist tightens in my hair, causing me to groan against him. Desire flashes in his silver eyes as my tongue vibrates, and he starts to guide my head, showing me the pace he likes.

I try to relax my mouth, but find I'm not able to take him fully, not without practice. So I raise my free hand and wrap my large fingers around his base. My huge hand covers just over half his length, so I pump him in my fist and focus my tongue on his head. He's almost thrashing against the wall now, and he's pulling at my hair again, but the wrong way this time.

'Ron, stop, Gods, you're gonna make me - ' I ignore his pleas and speed up slightly, sucking harder on his head, and his words turn to mush as he groans and pants. Then his whole body stiffens and he's spilling into my mouth with a strangled cry. I continue to stroke and suck until his body starts to relax, then ease myself off him and swallow. I get up from my knees, keeping my body pressed to his for support, and his forehead drops to my shoulder as he recovers. When he finally raises his head again, he says weakly, 'And you've never done anything like this before?'

'I've had a lot of time to picture it,' I reply, the side of my mouth tugging up in a grin. He chuckles quietly, then straightens himself in my arms.

'I think I'm going to need a little time to recover.' I immediately step away, suddenly worried that I'm pressuring him, or doing something else I'm not supposed to, but he catches the back of my neck and pulls me back towards him. I grunt as he slips his tongue between my lips, and he moans at the taste of himself on my tongue.

It's an unbelievably erotic sound, and I fight to keep my hands flat against the wall on either side of him, trying to respect his request. He breaks the kiss, his eyes heavy lidded with desire, and rasps, 'Yep, definitely going to need a moment. I want to take my time with you, and if I'm feeling like this then I don't know that I'll be able to hold myself back.'

It's my turn for my knees to turn to jelly, and he chuckles at the expression I'm unconsciously making. He carefully steps out of his jeans and boxers and leaves them on the floor, then winks at me before strutting off, completely naked apart from his navy socks.

'Tea?'

'What?' My eyes are fixed on his arse.

'Do you want a cup of tea, Weasley?' He uses that slow, sarcastic voice again, and it instantly gets my attention. I stick my tongue out, and his eyes darken. 'Put that away, or I'll bite it.'

I do as he says, but swallow thickly against how arousing I found that threat. 'Tea would be great. Thanks.'

I hear him pottering around the kitchen and go to sit on the sofa, trying not to imagine how he looks wandering about in there with nothing on and doing such a mundane task. I have to grip a small sofa pillow against myself, just to relieve my tension slightly. Soon, he returns with two mugs of tea, handing me one and placing the other on the coffee table.

But he doesn't sit. Instead he sweeps around the room, collecting his discarded clothing. He leaves, and I hear his feet padding against the wooden floor in the hall. When he returns, he's put his boxers back on but removed the socks, and the clothes are nowhere to be seen. I raise an eyebrow, but he just rolls his eyes as he settles into the sofa next to me.

'We can't all live in our own filth, Weasley.'

I mock glower at him, but can't stop the slight smirk on my lips in response to his own. 'I just didn't realise you were so high-maintenence.'

'If it's high-maintenence to care about your appearance and your surroundings, then so be it,' he sniffs, nose unironically in the air.

'Snob.'

'Slob.'

I grin at the ease of our jibes, and his eyes dance as he observes me over the rim of his mug. I finish my cup in no time, but he seems to be deliberately taking his at his leisure. It's making me itchy, watching his lips wrap around the lip of his mug again and again. I lean forward, my elbows braced on my thighs, and tear my eyes away to look around the room.

'It's a nice place, this.'

'I thought so, too. You should have seen the rough state it was in when I bought it.'

'No kidding. You couldn't live with it being a bit rough, and had to put your own sleek spin on it, right?' I look back at him, and catch the glint in his eye as he puts down his - finally empty - cup.

'Well, that's one way of putting it.' His eyes flash at me once more. 'But I will admit that there's a time and a place for things being a bit ... rough.' He raises his eyebrow, and that's what does for me.

I pounce. His naked body is warm, and I can't keep track of my own hands, which seem to be everywhere all at once. I'm kneeling between his thighs, and I rock against him, my breath catching when I find him hard again. My lips press to his neck, but his hands land on my shoulders and he pushes against me.

'Bedroom,' he hisses in my ear, and I'm immediately off him and standing by the sofa, waiting. He grabs my hand and I follow him down the corridor. He pulls me into his bedroom, and I grip his hips to drag him against me, but he presses his palms against my chest to stop me. 'Hang on, Weasley. I was serious earlier, when I said I wanted to take my time with you.'

I can feel the flush creeping up my neck, but I just nod at him as he grabs my waist and turns me so that my back is to the bed. He presses down on my shoulders, and I obediently sink to the mattress, looking up at him as I hook my finger into the waistband on his boxers and tug him forward to stand between my legs. My hands slide to the backs of his thighs, but he swats them away.

'Control yourself, naughty boy.'

'I can't.'

'I'm afraid you'll have to. I owe you something for your excellent ministrations earlier.' His hands slide into my hair again, nails scratching my scalp slightly, and I close my eyes, enjoying the tingle it sends down my spine. When I open them again, his face is serious. 'Do you know if you have a preference for giving or receiving?'

I falter slightly at this. I have an idea, if my fantasies are anything to go off, but considering I've never actually done any of this before ... 'N-no, I'm not - '

'It's OK.' His voice is gentle, reassuring. 'If you want, we can try a few things, and you can tell me when you do know. But there's no rush. For tonight, I can take the lead, if you like?' He watches me, waiting, and finally I nod. He smiles softly as he sinks to his knees between my feet. His slender hands start sliding up my thighs, but I reach out and take his pointed chin between my thumb and fingers, tilting his head up to make him look at me.

'What's your preference?' He considers me for a moment, then his creased brow smoothes out again.

'That's not important right now.'

'It is to me.'

'I don't want it to affect your choice.' His honesty makes my heart skip, and I stare into his eyes. He stares back as he says, 'Why don't we find out what you like and don't like first, and then take things from there?'

I pause again, then nod and release his jaw. His hands start to move higher. My breath hitches as his long fingers slide up and under my shirt. His palms are spread across my torso, and I think he likes what he feels as he catches his lower lip between his teeth. I grunt at the sight, then again as his soft fingertips graze my nipples in small circles.

'How's this?'

'Harder.' His eyes widen at my command, but he complies and pinches my right nipple. I groan, my head falling back as he does it again, then to the left one.

'Take your shirt off. I want to see.' I scramble to obey, and the shirt lands in a heap next to my feet. I lean back on my palms as his eyes and hands skim over my skin. Something shifts, and he's suddenly pulling at my belt. 'This, too.'

I stand, careful not to bump him as he's still so close, and my hands slip between my waist and his face. He watches avidly as I undo my belt and fly, then he helps me slide down and step out of my jeans and boxers. I kick them to the side, and watch as his eyes drift over my length, standing proud from a small nest of tight red curls, jutting towards his face. His eyes raise to meet mine, and my knees nearly buckle again at the evident lust in his gaze. I've often imagined what it would be like to have a man kneel at my feet, wanting me, wanting my cock, but Gods, I never truly imagined that it would be this. Fucking. Hot.

'Merlin, Weasley,' he breathes, his voice husky, his darkened eyes returning to my pulsing erection. 'I knew you were freckly, but they're literally fucking everywhere.' He leans forward and presses a wet kiss an inch to the left of my base. My eyes roll back in my head at the feeling, and I force myself to stay still as his mouth creeps closer to where I want it, where I need it.

'Draco ... '

'I love it when you say my name.' His words are almost a snarl, and when I look down he's staring up again, his eyes molten.

Then his hand is wrapped around me. I gasp at the feel of his slim fingers, so different to my own, and as he gently rubs up and down my length my body starts to shake. The pointed tip of his tongue delves into my slit, and my eyes roll again. I feel his lips encase my tip, and force myself to look down, to watch.

He slowly bobs his head down, then up, his cheeks hollowing slightly as he sucks hard. I grunt, and my hand finds the back of his head, twining into that soft blonde hair. His eyelids flicker momentarily, then his gaze is fixed on mine again as he takes more and more of me into his mouth with each pass. Something about his reaction makes me follow a deep, long-ignored impulse.

'Gods, you look so pretty on your knees with my cock filling your mouth, Draco,' I purr, enjoying the way he straightens at my dirty words, at my praise. His eyes glaze over slightly, and as I watch he lowers his hands to his lap. I lift one eyebrow, but he just nods. The action causes my shaft to slip deeper into his throat, and the last of my restrain snaps. My fist tightens in his hair and I rock my hips slightly. He whimpers around me as I slide deeper into his throat with each push, until I feel a slight, spongy resistance. The back of his throat.

I feel my eyes widen at the sensation, and I realise I'm waiting for him to react. To cough, to gag, to push me away. But he doesn't. Just sits there, looking up at me with those fucking sexy doe eyes. I pull out, and he takes a deep breath through his nose and swallows. His throat tightens around me, and I growl as I begin thrusting into his mouth. The porn term for this is face fucking, and I can really see why. His mouth and throat are so tight and wet that it feels just like I'm fucking him properly, and I feel the tether of my arousal tighten.

I'm steaming towards my end, and he seems to sense this, as suddenly his hands come up and rest on my waist. I respond automatically to the silent communication, and use his hair to pull him away from me. He gulps in air as strings of his saliva stretch between his lips and my aching shaft, his chest wet from his drool. The sight of it, coupled with the burning desire in his eyes, almost finish me off there and then.

But then he's getting to his feet, and pushing me back again, towards the bed. I lower myself onto my back and slide up so that my head rests on his pillows. I watch him crawl over me, and bite into my lip to stop me from grabbing him, rolling him under me, and -

And what? I know the mechanics of it, what I should do, but -

'That's why I stopped you.' His eyes are still passionate, but there's also a deeper understanding there that makes my desire shift, makes me burn in a slightly different way. 'I want to show you what it's like. I want to show you everything. Although,' he adds with a smirk as he kneels over me, 'we probably won't get through it all tonight.'

'Just ... show me what you can. Please?'

'Oh, don't worry, Weasley, I plan to.' He suddenly leans away from me, and I almost do grab him this time, confused, but he's back straight away, a small bottle in his hand. I colour when I realise what it is, and he chuckles darkly. 'Come now, you're happy to say and do some pretty filthy things, but lube embarrasses you?'

'I've just never ... what does it feel like?' His eyes soften at my question and he sits back on his heels. He holds his hand out, and I place mine in it. He turns my hand over, so that my palm faces up, then reaches for the little bottle and squirts a tiny dot onto my finger. I rub it with my thumb. It's slippery, and wet, and feels ... a little lewd. I raise my eyes to his, and he's waiting again. I nod, and watch as he squeezes a thin line of it along his slender middle finger.

'Bend your knees.' I do as he says, my feet flat on the mattress. He shifts to kneel between my feet, and nudges my thighs apart. I blush a little more as I spread my legs, then gasp as he reaches down and presses the pad of his finger against my entrance and begins to trace small circles. My hands fly out to grip the sheets below me, my knuckles white already.

I try to concentrate on relaxing my body, and it seems to work as soon his finger has passed that tight ring of muscle and is sliding in to the first, then second knuckle. He pauses, and adds more of the lube to his index finger. It, too, presses at my entrance, and as he slides one finger out the second joins it on its way back in.

I groan as I start to feel fuller, and his fingers move in and out in a slow, nearly teasing rhythm. I open my eyes, vaguely wondering how long they've been closed, and find him leaning over me, his face close to mine, watching me intently. The wicked little smile he gives me makes me clench around his fingers, and the smile slips into a snarl of desire. The pace of his fingers speeds up, and I whimper, my head spinning at the glorious feeling of him sliding against my insides.

'You're doing so well,' he croons, no sarcasm in his voice. I can feel his hardness against my stomach, separated only by that thin layer of cotton, and a growl rumbles deep in my chest.

'More.' I groan in frustration and roll my hips as he stops his movements, but his hand on my hip keeps me from getting the friction I need.

'Are you sure? It's your first time, and - '

'Please, Draco.' I lock eyes with him, panting. 'I need ... more ... '

His lip is between his teeth again as he grunts in response, and I feel him press a third finger against my entrance. It easily slides in next to the others, making me realise how slick my hole is from the lube. I whimper again as my head falls back, and my back arches as he starts moving. He braces his free hand next to my head and thrusts his fingers in and out of me, my pleasure growing higher, higher, coiling almost painfully tight inside me, then he curls his digits right there and -

Spots of colour explode behind my screwed up eyelids. The tether in my pelvis snaps, and I'm cumming, thrusting myself down onto his fingers as I roar through my release. It's like nothing I've ever felt. My whole body is aflame for what feels like eternity, then I'm collapsing back against the bed, almost sobbing as I try to catch my breath.

A soft hand cups my cheek, and I force my eyes open. Draco hovers over me, his forehead creased, his eyes full of concern as he tries to read mine. I look down, and see his chest is spattered with something. Something creamy, sticky-looking. I blush. 'I'm sorry, I - '

'Don't.' He grips my jaw, his eyes now fierce. 'Do not even begin to apologise for that. Merlin, that was so fucking hot.'

'Really?' I feel my blush deepen again.

'Really. You're very sexy when you cum.' My head swims as my oversensitive body responds to his words, but exhaustion is creeping in and I have no energy to reply. He notices this, and produces his wand from somewhere, waving it over us both to clean us. Then he lies down next to me on his back, one arm under his head as he looks at the ceiling. I reach out, sliding my arm under him, pressing against his back to roll him towards me so that his head rests on my chest and his body is pinned against my side. I feel him tense slightly, and look down.

'Is this OK?'

'Yes.' His voice is quiet, but after a moment he relaxes and looks up at me. 'Sorry, it's just been a while.'

I raise my hand to brush my thumb against his cheekbone, and to my surprise he nuzzles into my hand slightly before dropping his head to my chest again and cuddling closer. I press a kiss to the white-blonde hair that tickles my chin, and breathe in the scent of apples and cedar. It's still in my nostrils as I drift into sleep.