He bit his lip as he slowly eased inside. Lavender wondered if he was going slow because he was worried about hurting her, or worried about coming too quickly, but she wasn't fussed either way. It had been awhile and Neville was fucking hung. By the time he settled in they were both panting and Lavender couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so full. It was absolutely brilliant. The only thing that would be better was for him to start moving.

Above her, Neville looked like he'd been hit with a Stunning Spell, his eyes wide and shocked as he stared down at her. His chest moved rapidly as he panted, and Lavender was hit once again with the fact that this was the first time Neville had ever got his dick wet. She clenched down around him, satisfaction oozing through her at his guttural moan.

"You should move now," Lavender suggested lightly, as if she wasn't filled with desperation at the thought. Neville's eyes darkened.

"Yeah okay," he said. A pause, and then, a little more hesitant, "You'll tell me if it doesn't feel good?"

Affection rushed through her at the surprising thoughtfulness of the comment. Not that Neville being thoughtful was a surprise, but the fact that he still managed to be so in the face of the pleasure-overload he was probably experiencing right that moment was unexpected. Merlin, Neville really was a catch. With any luck, Lavender's pussy would ruin him for all other women and she'd get to keep him all to herself.

"Of course I will," Lavender assured him. "But you won't. I can already tell you're a natural."

That pretty blush again, and then Neville was pulling out before sliding back in and Lavender didn't have room in her head to think about anything pleasure. Just as Lavender had said, Neville indeed turned out to be a natural. He fucked her with fast, deep thrusts that shook her to her core, sending sparks of pleasure radiating throughout her body. She knew he wouldn't last long, but she could forgive him that—it was his first time, after all; they could always work on building up his stamina.

When his thrusts became more erratic and his grunts higher-pitched, Lavender knew he was almost at his peak. She reached down and began rubbing at her clit, and that extra bit of stimulation was enough to tumble her over the edge. Her muscles seized and juddered as she rode out her climax, and the extra bit of tightness clearly did Neville in. He groaned loudly as he found his own release, buried deep inside Lavender's body.

After, when Neville had cleaned them both off with a spell and they'd both tugged on their underthings, Lavender curled up next to Neville on his bed. It wasn't really large enough for two and, being Hogwarts property, it had been charmed against Transfiguration, but Lavender didn't mind the closeness. Neville didn't seem to mind either, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her tight against his chest, a blissed-out smile on his face as he absently stroked her back.

"So how was your first time?" she asked softly, her fingers playing with his chest hair.

He looked down at her incredulously. "Are you joking? I'd say it was pretty clear how much I enjoyed myself."

Lavender huffed a laugh. "Maybe I just want to hear you say it. Good for my ego."

He grinned. "In that case, it was fantastic." He paused, and his grin turned cheeky. "You could say it was the best I've ever had."

"Hey now!" she reproved, tugging lightly on his chest hair in retaliation. He flinched and gave her his best puppy-dog eyes. They were really very effective. "Well," she said softly, biting her lip. "Perhaps we'll just have to keep doing it. For comparison's sake."

Neville's gaze turned soft, and he reached up to run his fingers through her hair, pulling her in for a sweet kiss. "I'd like that."