A/N: Pure smut and angst. You have been warned.

His eyebrows rise, and I can see the smirk fighting to be let out across his lips even as he tips his nose in the air. 'Don't let it go to your head, Weasley.'

'Oh, it's far too late for that.' I lean closer across the table, and my grin widens as his breath hitches. 'And here I was, thinking we hadn't even gotten started properly yet. Ravished, eh? Hmm.'

'You're absolutely infuriating when you're this smug.' He gets up and collects the dishes and cutlery from the table, then sweeps away to stand in front of the sink.

'Was it standing there that you felt ravished? Or was it against the wall in your living room?' I make my tone as casual as I can, but my words have the desired affect. His hand grabs the counter as he sways slightly at my words. I hear him swallow, then he lowers the plate into the sink and turns slowly back towards me. The barely-controlled lust on his face has my body responding immediately. My voice is hoarse as I say, 'Come here.'

For a moment it seems like he's going to defy me, but then he gives in. He wanders closer, and when he's within reach I grip his wrist and tug. He falls against me, one leg either side of my hips as he settles into my lap. He has on a similar pair of joggers to me, but on him they're loose fitting, baggy almost. I grasp his thighs through the thin material and he hisses at the contact as I pull him closer into my lap, feeling the evidence of his arousal against my stomach. I shift my hips slightly, and his eyes darken as he feels my hardness against his pert little arse.

'Much better,' I rumble, and lean back in the chair to look up at him. His hands wind into my hair and he starts playing, pulling and twisting the strands. I let my eyes close as I enjoy the sensation, and start to trace lazy patterns along his thighs with my thumbs. But I can almost hear his brain turning something over, and without opening my eyes I ask, 'What is it?'

'Doesn't this all feel ... I don't know ... a bit intense? For something that hasn't been going on for very long?' I peek up at him, and he's chewing his lip as he considers my face.

'I don't think so. To be honest, I thought about this quite a lot when I was on the mission, and I think I know why it feels like it's all happening quite fast.' He cocks his head to the side, and his hands have stilled as he listens. I rub my head against his palm, and he rolls his eyes but continues his previous actions. Satisfied, I go on, 'I was thinking that it might be because we already have a history. I mean sure, it wasn't the most amicable start, but we've both changed, and we did essentially grow up together. And if like you said, there's been some level of attraction for Gods know how long, then it would make sense that now it's finally getting recognised, the embers that were already there are easily fanned into flames. Right?'

'That was very poetic, Weasley,' he teases with a smirk. 'But yes, I suppose you're right.'

'There you are, then,' I sigh, head tipping back further as he tugs at my hair a little harder. 'Problem solved.'

I grunt as he suddenly rocks his hips down against my erection, and squint up at him to see him grinning wickedly at me. Before I can say anything more, he dips his head and runs his tongue very slowly up the side of my neck. My hands find his arse and I grab his cheeks, pulling him firmly down onto my lap with a muttered, 'Fuck.'

'That would be the idea,' he growls in my ear, and I feel mysef throb against him. My chest tightens slightly with a nervous anticipation, but it's quickly pushed away as he grinds down against me.

'Holy fucking fuck, that feels good.' He chuckles as he rocks his hips again, and my eyes roll back slightly at the friction he's creating.

'Such a foul mouth, Weasley.'

'You seemed to enjoy it last time. You know, when I had your cock in my hand, and made you cum, right over there?' I nod towards the sink. He blushes slightly and bites into his lower lip as I feel him pulse against me. I grin up at him. 'In fact, I think you rather like my foul mouth.'

'Perhaps.' His rolls his hips and I grip his arse harder, causing him to gasp as my fingers dig into his soft flesh. I really don't want this to stop, but I want so much more than this, and there's only one way for that to happen.

'Gods, I need to feel more of you. Get up.' To my surprise, he quickly obeys and stands in front of me, watching me, waiting. Something primal in me responds to his obedience, and memories of fantasies I'd long since squashed bubble up to the surface. Observing him carefully for his reaction, I murmur, 'Now, be a good boy, and take me to your bedroom.'

He doesn't even pause before grabbing my hand and pulling me up from my seat. I follow him, quickly thinking through some of those old fantasies, and I notice a theme. In most of them, I'm in charge. I'm dominating a smaller, slighter man, and getting pleasure from watching him obey me. But also getting pleasure from his needs being met, too. I wonder vaguely how to broach this subject, but my thoughts are interrupted as we arrive at his room.

He releases my hand and turns to look at me, his eyes bright. Something about his demeanour is a little different. It's like he's more attentive than usual, his eyes locked on me, almost like he's waiting for the next instruction.

'Kiss me.' It comes out very quietly, but he hears it easily in the sudden silence that surrounds us. He walks towards me slowly, and when he's in front of me he tilts his head back to look up into my eyes. I wait, then his eyelids flicker closed and he stretches up to press his lips to mine.

The kiss is soft, sensual, and I wrap my arms around his waist and pull his body flush against me. He sighs into my mouth as our tongues meet, and he melts into me a little more. His hands are on my shoulders, then snaking around my neck, then up into my hair. I growl again as he bites my lower lip, my hips jerking involuntarily against his, making him gasp. When he opens his eyes again, they're dark with desire.

'I want to fuck you, Draco.' The lust burns hotter, and he leans his pelvis into mine a little harder. 'Would that be alright?'

'Gods, yes,' he breathes, his fingers working through my ginger mane again.

'But I might need a little guidance, and I need you to be honest with me. If there's something you don't like or that I should do differently, tell me.'

'I can do that.'

'Good.' I crush my lips to his, passion building between us once more. My mouth attaches to his neck as I walk him backwards, and soon his legs hit the bed behind him. I stop there for a moment to grip the hem of his jumper and pull it up and over his head, admiring his pale torso which is now bare to me. I catch his eye and grin before I place my palm against his chest and push.

He falls back onto the bed with a yelp, scowling up at me. But his face soon changes as I climb up after him, one knee between his spread legs. My hand comes up to cup the prominent bulge between his thighs. He lets out a strangled moan as I squeeze lightly, and his head falls back against the mattress. I kiss a path from his neck, down his chest, pausing to lick and suck at both nipples, which makes him writhe under me. It's quite distracting, and I end up spending more time there as with each pass of my tongue and teeth, I feel him pulse in my hand.

'Ron,' he gasps after a while. 'Please - '

'Patience, Love,' I murmur against his skin, but my head dips lower, licking and nipping at his toned stomach. I gently bite each hip-bone, causing him to thrust wildly and make that gorgeous mewling sound that I already crave. Finally, I reach the waistband of his joggers.

My tongue dips under the elastic, followed by my fingertips, which hook around the material. Agonisingly slowly, I peel the joggers down until they're fully off. My eyes are fixed on his hard, bobbing shaft the moment it springs free. But when I do lift my gaze back to his face, I find him watching me again, his eyes slightly glazed, his cheeks pink.

'You're beautiful,' I breathe, and his blush deepens as his head falls back and he throws an arm over his face. One quick nip at his hip has him looking down again. I sit back and study his body, then ask him, 'How do you like it best?' His blush is now on his chest too, his eyes are wide, and I'm a little surprised by the reaction. 'Draco? Is everything OK?'

'Yes.' His voice is little more than a whisper, and he has to clear his throat before continuing. 'Yes, everything's fine. It's just ... sex has always felt like a means to an end before. This ... it feels different. It's a little overwhelming.'

'Do you want to stop?'

'Absolutely not.' His eyes meet mine again, and I can see the need in them, but there's also something softer, something that threatens to pull me in. His voice breaks a little as he adds, 'I like to be on my hands and knees.'

'Up you get, then.' He immediately scrambles into position, and I push my own joggers down and step out of them. I open the top drawer of the dresser behind me, where I'd seen him get his lube from the last time we'd used it. I grab the small bottle then turn back to him, and the sight of him looking over his shoulder at me makes my cock leak.

I let out a feral growl as I climb back on the bed behind him, and follow my instinct to raise one hand and slap my palm across his bare skin. The noise he lets out is sinful, and I see a small bead of his fluid drip down from his slit. I do it again, and have to stop at two or the sounds he's making alone will finish me. Instead, I return my attention to the lube and start to prepare my fingers.

'Tell me how you like it,' I say, my voice firm, in control. He looks over his shoulder again, and I have to wrap my free hand around the base of my cock and squeeze a little too hard to stop myself from cumming against the backs of his thighs.

'Start with one. It's been a while. You'll know when to add another.'

I lift my slicked fingers to his hole, and press one against his entrance. As he'd done with me, I roll the pad against him in a circular motion, and suddenly feel the muscles ease. I push experimentally, and groan as I watch my finger disappear into him for the first time. He gets tight again around my second knuckle, so I pull out and push back in. I work him with my finger until I can get most of it into him, then as I draw it back I add a second one alongside it and push, gentle again. They slide in, and his hips buck slightly as I stretch him.

'F-fuck, your fingers are thick. But then again, so is your - ' He cuts himself off with a cry of ecstasy as both fingers sink in to the last knuckle. I start to thrust them in and out of him slowly, and he begins to push back, trying to increase the pace, the depth. I grab his hip, and he whimpers as I hold him still, maintaining my slow movements.

'You really do struggle with patience, don't you? Maybe I should teach you a lesson ... ' I withdraw my fingers, and he glares back at me.

'Don't you dare,' he snarls, and I chuckle at the evident desperation in his tone. I add a third finger as I press into him once more, his well-lubed and relaxed hole accepting them readily, greedily. He lets out the sexiest, open-mouthed moan I've ever heard, his eyes closing and his back arching as I fill him.

I stretch him with my fingers, rubbing against the slightly spongy spot inside him until he feels ready, then withdraw them for the final time. He doesn't protest, just stays still, panting, his knuckles white as he grips the sheets under him. I pause to rub a thin layer of lube up and down my own shaft, then position myself behind him and press my slit to his hole. I lean forward incredibly slowly, and we both grunt as my head suddenly slips inside. He looks at me once more, cheeks pink, teeth biting so deep into his lip that I worry momentarily that he'll draw blood.

But it's his eyes that stagger me. They're molten silver, his pupils blown wide with lust and glazed over as he stares up at me. There's something almost innocent in his pleading look, and it makes me want to give him everything he has ever wanted.

'Look at you,' I growl, as I hold his hips still and keep myself back, his ring clenching around my tip. The sight and feeling makes me light-headed, but my mouth keeps going as though it doesn't need to be connected to my brain right now. 'You're all wet and ready and desperate. So fucking perfect. Do you want me to fuck you, Draco?'

'Please!' I can't hold myself back any longer. I push forward and ease myself in, inch by inch. He whimpers when my hips meet his arse, and I press into him hard, reaching as deep as possible inside him. My head falls back as I enjoy the sensation. He's tight, and hot, and slick, and holy shit I have never felt this good in my whole life.

'Fuck ... so ... big ... ' He's panting, and shaking, and I lean over to press a kiss to his spine.

'Is it alright?'

'Yes. Ron, yes, please ... move ... I need - ' I don't wait to hear it, I already know what he needs. I pull out and push back in, and he almost screams as his walls clutch at me. I set a slow pace, keeping my eyes locked on his face, ready to stop at the first hint of pain. But he just widens his legs and presses back against me, urging me to speed up. I want to feel more of him, to feel this connection between us increase.

I slide my hands under his stomach, his chest, to his shoulders, and ease him up so that his back is flush to my chest. It makes everything tighter, and I moan against his neck as I bite into his throat.

'So ... perfect.' I'm struggling to hold myself back now, and when I look down I see his hard length, the tip very wet and red and pulsing, bobbing in front of him with each thrust. I reach down and wrap my hand around him, stroking him in time with my pushing in and pulling out of him. Suddenly he makes a choked noise and, alarmed, I reach up and turn his head towards me with my free hand. I freeze.

He's crying.

'Don't stop,' he sobs, and my heart breaks, panic tearing through me. Am I hurting him? Is he not enjoying this? I start to pull away but he grabs my wrist, pressing his lips to my palm frantically, and murmurs, 'Please don't stop.'

I'm so confused, it doesn't feel right to continue like this, but he feels so good against me, around me, and he keeps begging me, so I start to thrust again, keeping a gentle, even rhythm. He sinks back against my chest, one hand still round my wrist. His other lowers to the fingers still wrapped around him, and he nudges them with his, indicating that he wants me to stroke him again. I comply, and it doesn't take long before he's shaking in my arms.

'I've got you,' I whisper, and his sobbing deepens. 'You're OK, I've got you. Let go, when you're ready.' And with a broken cry he releases, spilling all over my hand, the bedspread in front of him. He clenches tight around me, and it brings my own ending, making me thrust eratically into him as I fill him with string after string of my hot cum, biting gently into his shoulder to muffle my feral snarl at the blissful feeling.

And then it's over, and my worry hits me with full force. I pull out and turn him to me, sitting down on the mattress as I clutch his shaking body. He's still sobbing, and I can hear him repeating something. It takes me a minute to realise that he's saying 'I'm sorry.' I hold him tighter and begin to rock him, shushing him and kissing his head, feeling utterly helpless.

After a while he quietens, and goes so still that I'm wondering if he's fallen asleep, but then he raises his head. His eyes look tired, and still wet. The old guarded expression is back, too, and that makes me worry more.

'I'm sorry.' His voice is cracked, a little flat. I shake my head and cup his cheek, wiping the last of his tears away with my thumb.

'Tell me.' It's all I can manage right now. He sighs, and tries to look away, but I hold his chin.

'I said earlier that sex has been a means to an end before. Well, that's kind of true. But more, a means for my partner to reach their end. I've ... I always seem to fall for the physically stronger guys, the ones who catch everyone's eye. The ones who are closeted and want to stay that way. And because of who I am, I think they assume that I'll want to stay out of the press, and so they're safe with me. Safe to use me for sex, safe to take what they want, safe in the thought that I won't argue or have needs of my own. Even Dan, in his own way. I've never had someone treat me like you just have.'

My blood instantly boils. I'm beyond furious, wondering how those pathetic wankers can do this to someone, to anyone. Let alone someone who is broken in many ways, someone who is willing to accept whatever attention will come their way, someone who is so desperate to be loved ...

'They never loved you back.' It's not a question. It doesn't need to be. He just smiles at me sadly. The next words fall naturally from my lips, and seem to take him by surprise. 'Stupid, oblivious fucking arseholes. Their loss. If we see them in the street, you make sure to introduce me.'

'Weasley,' he sighs, shaking his head. 'It doesn't really matter - '

'Of course it fucking matters.' I grip his chin again, turning his face so it's close to mine. 'Look at what they've done. They saw someone with a kind nature and a Hellish past, and took advantage of that. They've made it hard for you to trust, and left you so dejected that you assume that all of your partners will treat you that way. Well, no more. You deserve happiness, Draco.'

His lip wobbles, and he swallows thickly. 'I'm sorry for ruining your first time with a man.'

'Fuck that,' I growl, and kiss him briefly on the lips. 'It was fucking incredible for me. Aside from the fact that it upset you so much. But I've never felt so deeply connected to someone, ever. I don't understand how anyone could make love to you and not feel that way.'

His eyes scan mine again, almost as though he's looking for the joke, but he obviously doesn't find it as he relaxes in my arms, a small smile on his slightly swollen lips. 'It was ... pretty spectacular.'

'I'll take that grade. Not bad for a first attempt, eh? Imagine what I'll be like after a week of practice.' My teasing tone has the desired effect, and he rolls his eyes and digs a finger into my ribs.

'Go easy on me, Weasley. That python between your legs will tear me apart if we're not careful.'

'That shouldn't sound as tempting as it does.' I nuzzle my nose against his neck, and he chuckles, trying to push me away as the sensation tickles him. I flop down onto my back, taking him with me, then turn him so that he's facing away from me. I cuddle up against him, my knees tucking under his, my arm wrapped tight around his waist, breathing in the scent of his shampoo. I murmur sleepily, 'Might need to take a little rest, first.'

His chuckle rumbles through his spine and into my chest, and I press a kiss to his shoulder as I drift away.