Harry moaned quietly into the kiss, moving slightly closer to Ron. He held his breath when Ron pulled away and scanned his body with his eyes, and he couldn’t help but feel exposed under his best mate’s gaze. Harry’s hand found its way to Ron’s hair, fisting it, and he kissed Ron back. He made a low sound in the back of his throat and moved his lips slowly against his, feeling himself getting lost in the kiss. The world was spinning, making him feel dizzy and drowsy, he groaned softly and pushed Ron down onto the bed. He towered over him and trailed kisses down Ron’s jawline to his neck

Ron moaned softly when Harry kissed his neck, biting his lower lip. He felt his body get warmer, and looked down to Harry. “You’re.. You’re driving me mad” he breathed. He kissed Harry back again, deeply and passionatly, slightly faster than before. He mussed up his hair even more, and fisted it, slipping his tounge into Harry’s mouth, while his hand ran down Harry’s body, until it stopped at his waist, and he grabbed the waistband of his jeans, smiling softly against Harry’s lips.

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Ron nodded, smiling slightly. “Yeah, this is perfectly.. fine” he pulled Harry closer again, kissing him soflty. He made a soft noise from the back of his throat, wanting more. He took hold of Harry’s shirt and pushed him down to the bed, kissing him passionatly. He kissed down from his mouth down to his neck, nibbling slightly on his pulse point. His breath was uneven and his head was spinning, he pulled away and locked eyes with Harry, his eyes dark with lust.

Harry kissed him back and entwined his fingers into Ron’s hair, his breathing ragged. He bit back a moan and tipped his head back as Ron sucked on his pulse point, struggling to keep his eyes open. He knew that whatever it was he was doing, was wrong. He needed to stop this. His chest tightened, he felt conflicted, torn, disgusting…. And then his green gaze drowned into those blue eyes, absorbing the lust that filled them, and forgot everything about wrong and right or what he should or shouldn’t do. Harry groaned softly and fisted Ron’s hair, pulling him down for another kiss, and his other hand moved to Ron’s shirt, unbuttoning it slowly. 

Ron couldn’t contain the moan that escaped his mouth. He kissed him back, letting his shirt slip off, showing his bare chest. He pulled off Harry’s shirt over his head, and threw it to a side of the room. He gripped on Harry’s hip bone, kissing him harder, letting his tounge through, fighting against Harry’s. He thought of what he was doing, he felt it was wrong. But when he kissed him back, all those previous thoughts were a blur. All he wanted right now was Harry. He couldn’t explain why, he just did. He would deal with whatever he was doing later.

Harry moaned when Ron gripped his hips, kissing him back heatedly. He nibbled on Ron’s lower lip before trailing open-mouthed kisses down his jaw and neck. His eyes fluttered open and then everything moved in slow motion. He entwined his fingers into Ron’s hair, tugging. “Ron..” he breathed, and the name felt foreign on his tongue. The room had stopped spinning, his head felt clear, he blinked, pulling his head back to look at Ron’s face, scanning every detail. His eyes narrowed and he licked his lips. Something was wrong. His eyes flicked up to look at Ron’s hair. It was the right color… but too short. He blinked again.
Harry suddenly felt nauseous. Automatically, he placed both of his hands on Ron’s chest, and pushed him away. Harry scrambled out of bed, his breathing uneven and he looked at Ron with wide eyes “What the bloody hell are we doing?” he asked in a whisper.

Ron furrowed his eyebrows when Harry got out of the bed. His sight was still blurry, and his mind was still in the wrong places, thinking the wrong things. The worst thing was, they didn’t seem so wrong at the moment. They felt.. right. He sighed. “I don’t know” he breathed. “I don’t care either. At least not now, anyway” he locked eyes with Harry and bit down on his lower lip. “People do stupid things when they’re drunk” he said, looking down again. He didn’t know what he wanted. Did he want to do this with Harry? Maybe they should stop and avoid complications.. but he wasn’t sure he wanted that right now.

Harry’s breathing evened out and he pressed the heel of his hand against his forehead. The room was starting to spin again, and he slowly took a step closer to the bed. “Ron..I,” he began in a whisper, but couldn’t finish his sentence because the way Ron looked was distracting. His mussed hair was falling over his forehead, the high cheekbones were flushed and his blue eyes were filled with something Harry couldn’t quite put a finger on. Harry swallowed thickly and bit down on his lower lip. His whole body was vibrating with want. God, he wanted this. But it was so wrong. “Yeah.. Drunk.. stupid things,” he breathed and his eyes slid down to take in the sight of Ron’s chest. His throat suddenly felt uncomfortably tight. He made eye-contact with Ron again. “Fuck it,” he muttered and crawled onto the bed, grabbed Ron’s face and brought their lips together, kissing him hard. “This is so wrong,” he panted in between kisses. 

Ron placed his hand on Harry’s chest, and kissed him deeply. “I know.. We can deal with that later” he said, shifting a little so that they were closer to eachother. He slipped his tounge in Harry’s mouth, his hand slipping down from his chest down to his thigh. He pulled away, and studied Harry’s body. He bit down on his lower lip, and pulled Harry back into a kiss.

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Ron nodded, smiling slightly. “Yeah, this is perfectly.. fine” he pulled Harry closer again, kissing him soflty. He made a soft noise from the back of his throat, wanting more. He took hold of Harry’s shirt and pushed him down to the bed, kissing him passionatly. He kissed down from his mouth down to his neck, nibbling slightly on his pulse point. His breath was uneven and his head was spinning, he pulled away and locked eyes with Harry, his eyes dark with lust.

Harry kissed him back and entwined his fingers into Ron’s hair, his breathing ragged. He bit back a moan and tipped his head back as Ron sucked on his pulse point, struggling to keep his eyes open. He knew that whatever it was he was doing, was wrong. He needed to stop this. His chest tightened, he felt conflicted, torn, disgusting…. And then his green gaze drowned into those blue eyes, absorbing the lust that filled them, and forgot everything about wrong and right or what he should or shouldn’t do. Harry groaned softly and fisted Ron’s hair, pulling him down for another kiss, and his other hand moved to Ron’s shirt, unbuttoning it slowly. 

Ron couldn’t contain the moan that escaped his mouth. He kissed him back, letting his shirt slip off, showing his bare chest. He pulled off Harry’s shirt over his head, and threw it to a side of the room. He gripped on Harry’s hip bone, kissing him harder, letting his tounge through, fighting against Harry’s. He thought of what he was doing, he felt it was wrong. But when he kissed him back, all those previous thoughts were a blur. All he wanted right now was Harry. He couldn’t explain why, he just did. He would deal with whatever he was doing later.

Harry moaned when Ron gripped his hips, kissing him back heatedly. He nibbled on Ron’s lower lip before trailing open-mouthed kisses down his jaw and neck. His eyes fluttered open and then everything moved in slow motion. He entwined his fingers into Ron’s hair, tugging. “Ron..” he breathed, and the name felt foreign on his tongue. The room had stopped spinning, his head felt clear, he blinked, pulling his head back to look at Ron’s face, scanning every detail. His eyes narrowed and he licked his lips. Something was wrong. His eyes flicked up to look at Ron’s hair. It was the right color… but too short. He blinked again.
Harry suddenly felt nauseous. Automatically, he placed both of his hands on Ron’s chest, and pushed him away. Harry scrambled out of bed, his breathing uneven and he looked at Ron with wide eyes “What the bloody hell are we doing?” he asked in a whisper.

Ron furrowed his eyebrows when Harry got out of the bed. His sight was still blurry, and his mind was still in the wrong places, thinking the wrong things. The worst thing was, they didn’t seem so wrong at the moment. They felt.. right. He sighed. “I don’t know” he breathed. “I don’t care either. At least not now, anyway” he locked eyes with Harry and bit down on his lower lip. “People do stupid things when they’re drunk” he said, looking down again. He didn’t know what he wanted. Did he want to do this with Harry? Maybe they should stop and avoid complications.. but he wasn’t sure he wanted that right now.

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Ron nodded, smiling slightly. “Yeah, this is perfectly.. fine” he pulled Harry closer again, kissing him soflty. He made a soft noise from the back of his throat, wanting more. He took hold of Harry’s shirt and pushed him down to the bed, kissing him passionatly. He kissed down from his mouth down to his neck, nibbling slightly on his pulse point. His breath was uneven and his head was spinning, he pulled away and locked eyes with Harry, his eyes dark with lust.

Harry kissed him back and entwined his fingers into Ron’s hair, his breathing ragged. He bit back a moan and tipped his head back as Ron sucked on his pulse point, struggling to keep his eyes open. He knew that whatever it was he was doing, was wrong. He needed to stop this. His chest tightened, he felt conflicted, torn, disgusting…. And then his green gaze drowned into those blue eyes, absorbing the lust that filled them, and forgot everything about wrong and right or what he should or shouldn’t do. Harry groaned softly and fisted Ron’s hair, pulling him down for another kiss, and his other hand moved to Ron’s shirt, unbuttoning it slowly. 

Ron couldn’t contain the moan that escaped his mouth. He kissed him back, letting his shirt slip off, showing his bare chest. He pulled off Harry’s shirt over his head, and threw it to a side of the room. He gripped on Harry’s hip bone, kissing him harder, letting his tounge through, fighting against Harry’s. He thought of what he was doing, he felt it was wrong. But when he kissed him back, all those previous thoughts were a blur. All he wanted right now was Harry. He couldn’t explain why, he just did. He would deal with whatever he was doing later.