George’s skin was warm, and his breath was soothing, and the way he rubbed his hands over Harry’s back and shoulders made him feel safe. Butterflies zoomed around in his stomach, but still, he wasn’t scared. Just... uncertain. A little anxious about doing something wrong. But mostly, he was comfortable and this felt right.

“Hey,” George said softly. “You sure you want to do this?”

Harry swallowed and nodded. “Yeah. I’m sure.”

The redhead nodded and then leaned in and kissed him. Harry’s lips fell apart at the invasion of a warm, wet tongue, moving with passion but also care, and he could almost feel the aura of caring surrounding him. He wasn’t sure if this was love or just sex, for either of them, really, but he was secure in the knowledge that he would never be ‘just a fuck’ for the elder boy.

Really, he was almost completely inexperienced. And if you didn’t count the incident with Cho, since she was a girl, he was actually completely inexperienced. So Harry was also almost entirely unsure what to expect. Of course, he knew that wanking felt good, and he knew about who two men did together, but he didn’t know how it would feel, or what emotions would accompany it.

George was still murmuring sweet sayings, calling him beautiful and sexy and gorgeous as he kissed down Harry’s neck. It felt good, and he could feel the erection he’d had since arriving at the shop started to throb. But it wasn’t until George reached the junction of his neck and shoulder and sucked hard, that he realized what this was all about. “Oh!”

Chuckling, George repeated his movement, this time sucking the skin into his mouth and lashing it with his tongue before biting down gently and releasing it. Harry shuddered, head thrown back, and his cock throbbed. “God...” he moaned, clutching at George’s shoulders.

Continuing his assault, the redhead bent his head back up and kissed Harry’s lips again while reaching down to strip him of his shirt. Raising his arms to allow the shirt to slip off, Harry felt the momentary insecurity that George wouldn’t find him desirable, skinny and small as he was. But the elder boy simply feasted his eyes on Harry’s chest before raising one eyebrow in apparent satisfaction. A silent sigh of relief escaped Harry’s body.

Kneeling down in front of Harry, George wrapped his arms around the younger boy’s back and began to nuzzle his chest. The slight prickle of a five o’clock shadow rasped the tender and still-hairless skin of Harry’s chest, and he shivered. Running his hands through the wavy red hair, he urged the older boy to his nipples, which he knew were pleasantly sensitive. As lips closed around the left one and sucked, Harry’s head fell back and his hips gave a little, involuntary thrust. George merely sucked harder, causing his mouth to fall open, too, and a little moan escaped. “Oh...”

Lashing at first one nipple and then the other with a firm, wet tongue, George pulled the most incredible sensations from the younger teen. Harry’s boxers were wet at the tip of his cock, and every time he thrust involuntarily at a particularly hard suck on one of his nipples, the wet cloth rasped pleasantly across the tip.

Leaving the nipples, George let his tongue wander down the middle of Harry’s abdomen to the skin just above his trousers. Licking back and forth, paying special attention to the slight trail of black leading under the cloth, he unfastened the trousers and pulled them off almost too quickly for Harry’s lust-addled brain to follow. Less restrained by just his underwear, his erection jutted out from his body, and George placed a kiss on the still-clothed tip.

Closing his eyes at the sensation and remembering George had told him to always ask for what he wanted, Harry tried to put aside his embarrassment. “Can-can you do that again?” He gasped.

George chuckled, low and sexy, sending another thrill through Harry’s body. “Do this?” He asked, bending and kissing up and down the length of Harry’s erect cock, still sheathed in fabric.

“Yes,” Harry answered breathily, then opened his eyes a little when George pulled away slightly. The redhead motioned for him to lift a foot, and pushed his trousers away. Then, hooking his finger into the sides of Harry’s boxers, he pulled them down and Harry lifted his feet to allow George to rid him of those, too.

Freezing while the older boy took in his... well, assets, he waited. But George didn’t say anything, merely stood back up and kissed Harry passionately.

Reassured, Harry grabbed the hem of George’s shirt and pulled, signaling his desire to have it removed. Lifting his arms, George allowed him to pull away from the kiss just long enough to remove the shirt, and then claimed his lips again, sucking and biting.

Harry tried to go for the button at the top of George’s trousers, but the older boy stopped him. When Harry’s expression betrayed his confusion, George dropped his voice into the register of a low purr and answered him. “In a moment, I’m going to suck you off-” Harry’s cock twitched, and his entire body shuddered “-and if I can, I’m going to touch myself while I do it. But,” he reached out and took Harry’s hand, placing it over the bulge at his crotch, “I have other plans for this.”

Eyes falling closed, Harry dived back into the kiss, grabbing at the back of George’s head and sucking fiercely on his tongue. The older boy ground his hips against him once, then reluctantly pulled back. “That can be great fun, too,” he said with a twinkle in his eyes, “and we’ll have to try it sometime. But not now.” And he dropped to his knees.

Harry was glad they were backed up against a wall, because his knees just about buckled as George licked firmly up one side and down the other side of his cock. “George,” he whispered. “I’m not going to last very long.”

George’s blue eyes were gentle, if a little mischievous. “You’re sixteen, Harry. It hardly matters. It’ll just be up again five minutes later.”

Nodding, Harry tried to smile, but George chose that moment to close his lips over the tip of his cock, and instead he ended up lolling his head back and moaning.

The hands on his hips were there to keep Harry from choking George, but after a few bobs of his head, the redhead loosened his grip enough to just be touching, instead of holding, and sunk down on Harry’s cock until he was engulfing almost all of it.

Neck muscles corded and mouth open, Harry’s eyes were tightly shut and his hips pumping fast. Electric shocks were going through his body, George’s tongue lashing around his achingly hard cock and sucking hard on the head when he pulled back. A familiar tightening in his balls warned him that this wasn’t going to last much longer, and he lowered one hand to the redhead’s wavy hair. “I’m... gonna... come,” he gasped, and George looked up to catch his eye and let him know he’d heard.

Harry wasn’t really sure what he’d expected George to do, but it wasn’t what he did. Instead of pulling away, or even just continuing, the redhead made several attempts to swallow him and finally managed. The entirety of his cock was engulfed in wet, sucking heat, and George was still swallowing, the ripples of his throat massaging Harry’s cock with the most delicious sensations...

Slapping his hands flat against the wall on either side of him, Harry threw back his head and cried out George’s name, ecstasy in the form of liquid fire and ice pumping through his veins in wave after wave. His vision wavered around the edges a little, then evened out. By then, George was on his feet and kissing him again, tasting slightly odd but strangely not at all gross, like Harry had wondered about.

After giving Harry a moment to get his legs back under him, George took his hand and led him to the bed. Sitting down, Harry looked up at the older boy, and then at the straining crotch of his trousers. “Is it my turn, now?” He asked.

George, his mouth red and swollen, slick with saliva, and his skin reddened all over with a gentle sex flush, shrugged. “If that’s what you want,” he said gently.

Harry looked at him for a long moment, then shook his head. “No,” he said. “I-- I want you inside me.” He knew he was flushing hard with the embarrassment of actually saying the words, but dammit, George had said to tell him what he wanted!

Nodding without similar embarrassment, George pushed him onto his back, then sprawled over the top of him on the bed. Leaning down to kiss him once, he pulled away only a few inches to ask Harry if he was sure. “You really want to do this?”

Harry nodded back. “Yeah.”

Blue eyes pierced green for a moment, George seemingly trying to figure out if Harry was telling the truth, and then he appeared satisfied. “Alright.” Pulling himself away for a moment, George quickly shucked all of his remaining clothes, dumping them messily into a pile on the floor next to the bed.

Laying back down on top of the smaller boy, George’s erection pushed into his hip, and Harry swallowed. “I-- I don’t really know anything about safe sex for wizards,” he admitted.

The redhead nodded, and pulled a few packets from bedside table. “I’m clean. I saw a healer a few days ago. And this is your first time, so you’re clean, too. But after this, use these.” He handed to condoms to Harry. “If it would make you feel better, we can use one today.”
Thinking for a moment, Harry shook his head and reached out his arm to put the packets back on the table. “I trust you.”

George smiled. “Good. Just promise, if you ever find yourself having sex with someone you might not trust one hundred percent, or better yet, anytime after today, use a condom?”

Harry nodded. “I promise.”

Another smile. Then George reached up to caress his shoulder and pushed gently. “Turn over,” he murmured.

Turning over, Harry flushed hard at being positioned with his head on folded forearms and his arse in the air, but he allowed it. His cock was starting to twitch again, and George was running gentle hands up and down his sides.

The first touch of a tongue on his back made him gasp and shiver a little. The tongue wandered down his back, and Harry’s cock hardened a little more. When it reached the top of his buttocks, George pulled away and breathed on his lower back for a moment. “Ever heard of rimming?”

“N-no.”

“You’ll like it, I promise. And it’s good for getting you loosened up.” George kissed down one buttock, and then returned to the top to start on the other. Harry merely nodded, despite the fact that George couldn’t really see his head from that angle.

When George pulled his butt cheeks apart and swiped his tongue from immediately behind Harry’s balls almost to the top of his crack, he gasped and shivered, muscles tightening involuntarily, a little from shock and mostly from the sensation. George grinned against his left butt cheek. “You like?” He repeated the move, and Harry moaned.

“Oh God, yes...”

The tongue continued its movements-- over his balls, mouthing them gently, then working up. A hard push right behind his balls sent Harry’s hips thrusting backwards, and the open-mouthed tongue-swirl over his entrance made him shudder from top to toes. His cock was so hard it almost hurt, again.

When his ass was relaxed enough that George could poke his tongue up it a little, Harry’s head was lifted from the bed and he was moaning steadily, as well as talking. “Oh God oh God oh God--”

George pulled back and laughed a little. “I think you’re going to come from just this if we don’t stop,” was his answer to Harry’s disappointed mewl, and the younger boy couldn’t really disagree with him.

Reaching over, George pulled something else out of the drawer that appeared to contain his sex supplies. Harry watched, a little dazed with his potent arousal, but that sharp ache was dulled just enough by his nervous anticipation that he was able to pay attention to what was going on.

Flipping the cap open, George squeezed the clear, thickish fluid onto his fingers, and let it sit there for a moment. Then he tucked Harry’s head back onto his arms gently, and the now-slick hand began to probe his entrance.

Tensing a little at the presence of a finger where none but his own had been, Harry tried to remember to relax. Because he was already loose and fairly aroused, George managed the first finger easily enough, giving it only two or three thrusts before putting in the second.

Harry gave a little gasp at that, the feeling indescribably strange, but not bad. George stilled for a moment. “Okay?”

“Yeah. ‘m fine.”

Two fingers went on longer than one, and then stilled. “Want more?” George asked.

Harry shook his head. “No. I’m okay... want you in me, now.”

A brief low moan came from behind him, and really, Harry could sympathize. He’d gotten off already, and he was achingly hard. George must have been even worse off.

Despite this state, after he slicked his cock and placed it at Harry’s entrance, George’s first pushes were gentle and with a definite attitude of care. There was a burning pain strong enough to make Harry’s face contort a little, but not enough to make his eyes tear. His erection wilted only slightly, and George’s slick hand reaching around to stroke him brought that right back.

The first few thrusts were distinctly uncomfortable, but Harry thought he’d have done it even if it wasn’t supposed to get better, just to hear George groan like that. And the discomfort did fade, leaving a surprisingly pleasant feeling of fullness. “Mmmm,” came from behind him, and his body shuddering a little, George had to pull his hand away from Harry’s cock to balance on.

When Harry first pushed back into George’s thrusts instead of just taking them, George leaned forward over his back and kissed his neck, sucking on his shoulder blades as he thrust shallowly. Harry wasn’t sure whether it was intentional or accidental, but a different angle was achieved, and the blunt head of George’s cock hit his prostate with enough force to make him see stars. “Ah!”

George kissed everything he could reach as he repeated the movement and Harry’s body went rigid. Low moans were coming from him, and cries from Harry, both speeding up with the tempo of the slapping sounds of their slickened bodies. Just as soon as Harry was wondering if he could come without being touched, George reached around and took a firm grip on his cock, again. Three hard pulls combined with two out of three thrusts into his ass hitting his prostate, and he was history, crying out and stiffening as he shot white fluid over the bed, his belly and George’s hand.

Two more thrusts into him, and George was stiffening and groaning, too. “Harry,” he moaned, and silky heat exploded into Harry’s body, as George’s body collapsed on top of the smaller boy.

Wiggling a little, Harry managed to get George off his chest so that he could breathe, leaving the large boy sprawled over his legs and arm, his head on Harry’s shoulder. It was comfortable, and he never wanted to get up.

It took a few minutes before their breathing slowed enough to contemplate speech. George raised his head first. “Are you okay?” He asked, and Harry grinned, nodding.

“Sore. But I’m definitely good.”

George kissed him. “I’m glad.”

They lay in quiet for another few moments, and then Harry broached the next subject. “Are we going to do this again?” George had implied they were when he had told the younger boy that simply rubbing themselves to orgasm was fun too, and they should try it, but he wanted to make sure he didn’t mistake what George wanted.

“Do you want to?”

The dark head nodded, a little slow with the fear of possible rejection.

George smiled. “Then yeah. Come by whenever you can get away.”

Harry grinned again, and was about to speak, when there was a knock on the door. George groaned. “Go away, Fred!”

“But I want to talk to Harry!”

“Fuck off!”

“You did that for the both of us tonight!” There was a chuckle. “I’m coming in!” the other twin warned.

Groaning, George reached down and pulled the sheet over both of them, moving as little as possible. The door cracked open and Fred peered in. Harry flushed bright red.

“Hey, Harry! How’s it feel to lose one’s cherry to a talented Weasley master of loo-ve?”

George reached up a lazy hand and smacked Fred on the back of the head as the latter sat down on top of the sheet, on the corner of the bed. “Hey! No hitting!” He leered at Harry. “So, was it good?”

Harry tried to sink under the sheet and George further, still bright red. Fred noticed, and grinned. “Hey, mate, just joshing.” Harry nodded. He knew that; it just didn’t make it any less embarrassing. “Which delights of the flesh did he teach you?” queried an apparently not-entirely finished Fred, leaning over his brother to get in Harry’s face.

Thinking of the things they’d done, Harry’s finally retreating flush came back full force, and George grabbed his brother by the hair, dragging him into an upright position once more. “Plenty,” he answered.

Sensing that even the time for an insensitive Weasley to leave had come, Fred stood and made his way to the door. Just before closing it behind him, though, he popped his head in and smirked.

“Remember to let me know if you ever want to be in a Weasley sandwich!”

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