There was that kiss, another one, another one--it was as if he was addicted and didn't want him to stop. They felt wonderful, and coupled with his name, his cheeks were flushed and his heart was out of control.

"I..." He was about to apologize too, but he didn't know for what, so he didn't, letting the words die in his throat. He licked his lips a little, and he could taste the other on them.

"...Please..." He didn't know if he wanted to ask him to continue or to stop. He hoped Ron knew. He hoped the other could make the right decision for him.