Dancing with Ghosts

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Ron wasn't entirely sure how he should take their mum's suggestion that he move in with George and help with the shop.  Sure, it really was a brilliant suggestion, but at the same time, he wasn't sure if she was just sick of having him mope around the Burrow.  He wasn't like Harry, Hermione, even Ginny, with their jobs at the Ministry, and playing

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George doesn't let him get another kiss just yet. They're both hard, and he knows what he wants but he also knows that Ron's never done this before, that if he had, he'd know about it, considering the fact that not only had he and Fred gotten a surprisingly prompt update that he'd lost his virginity (with Hermione) but before it had happened, he'd not so subtly tried to get tips. George still rather hopes he didn't buy the so called "tips" he and Fred tried to pass off as genuine assistance to Ron, a bunch of truly bad ideas that, if performed, would have left Hermione madder than hell and taking it out on Ron. Judging by the fact that they'd never heard horror stories, he's got to assume that he was smarter than they'd given him credit for at the time.

"I warned you that you'd pay," he practically coos into Ron's throat as he leans down, evading the kiss but lavishing attention on pulse points, guided by experience but searching out places specific to Ron, trying to learn what he liked, what he craved, what made the ache in his jeans throb with need to be touched and stripped bare.

He's going to push, because that's what he does, what he's always done. He and Fred, and now just him, taking things too far, ensuring all bets are honored and all losses are thoroughly punished. He'll push, he'll threaten to take, he'll give a taste of what he craves and what Ron barely realizes that he wants, but then he'll stop and ask, talk and be sure it's alright, that it isn't too far, that Ron's comfortable with being pushed past his comfort zone.

Right now pushing comes in the form of one hand fishing its way down between their bodies. With one less arm to hold himself up, he's half-laying heavily atop Ron, nuzzling at his neck and inhaling his warm scent as that hand slips down and cups against his crotch through his jeans. There's no mistaking what he means now. Even if there was before, it's explicit in the slow squeeze of his hand as he palms his younger brother through his clothes, thumb tracing his cock to get a feel for the size of it, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't imagining it in his mouth, to distract him as he prepared to fuck him.

His threat, the coo of retribution is gone as he breathes against the soft, freckled skin of Ron's neck, "I want you…"

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Ron had been smart enough to ignore his brothers' so-called 'advice', but not smart enough to get through losing his virginity unscathed. He'd been so terribly awkward, not known what to do with himself, he'd stumbled, been terrible at it, and eventually managed to thrash and knock his elbow into Hermione's eye. It had just gotten worse from there; so horrific he'd been far too embarrassed to tell his brothers, certain they'd have never let him live it down. And sex had never really felt like this before. Desperate, aching, needy. He needs to touch, to feel, needs George to keep touching him like this.

He groans softly at that whisper of retribution that somehow comes out as alluring and sexual as it's whispered against his throat. He squirms, not trying to escape, but simply unable to help himself as attention presses against pulse points, against new, sensitive spots Ron was entirely unaware of. He shivers, shaking, his breath coming in gasps as his head falls back against the arm of the couch.

When George's hand slides down between their bodies, Ron shudders, forgets to breathe, because it's so hot. The way that his brother nuzzles into skin as he cups against Ron's erection through his jeans. There's a soft keening sound from his throat as fingers trace the shape of it through fabric that now feels impossibly tight. That whisper makes him shake, dampens his lashes.

"I want you too," he breathes, hot and shaky as his free hand comes up to catch at the side of George's face. "Is this okay?" He's never been quite as pushy as the twins, and he needs to know, to make sure.

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Later, when he knows, he won't be able to keep from laughing at him about how he hadn't managed to get through sex without injuring Hermione - unless of course Ron manages to injure him, then maybe it won't be so funny.

Ron's squirming, and in a way it reminds him of how things were at the beginning, with Fred, but then Fred had been doing it mostly intentionally, trying to wear away any control he still had. Ron, he can tell, isn't doing that. He's overwhelmed, he's shaking, gasping for air like he can't quite catch his breath from this. There's a sound he makes that shoots right through him, and for a moment he's not sure if he wants to fuck Ron or hold him and tell him it will all be okay.

But then he echoes his words, and asks if that's alright, and he turns to look into those pretty blue eyes, and he nods, "Yeah, it is… if you really want it… I don't want to push it if you don't… or if you're not ready…"

It's quite a thing to have said with his hand still groping at the front of his pants, still feeling the solidity of his erection and giving some serious thought to how easy it would be to unzip him. He tries to be fair, draws his hand back and gives Ron the space - or tries to - to resist, if he needs to.