"How long until the curse wears off?" Ron pants. It takes a minute for Harry to parse what he says and he has to stop to breathe after a shallow thrust.
"Another orgasm?" he says. He really couldn't remember. All he knows is they're both still hard and the curse isn't neutralized yet. Ron's bony hips are lightly freckled like the rest of him and Harry rests his head on his friend's back to give him a rest. He's close, so close, but he's been that way for a half hour and if they can't do this again he's not sure what will happen. Ron rocks back on his cock and he moans, but even that doesn't put him in a hurry.
After a minute, Ron levers up on his elbows with effort and reaches for Harry's hand, tangling their fingers. "Harry?" he asks quietly.
"Yeah, Ron?"
"Best friends forever, right?" He asks. There's a worrying note in Ron's voice that makes Harry sit up.
"Of course," he says, running his hand down the curve of Ron's side. "You know I wouldn’t leave you like this," he says and gets up on his hurting knees one last time.
"Hang on," he says and manages to get a slow, tired rhythm going until eventually the sweet pressure building masks the pain in his muscles and Ron is breathing heavily again, ready for just one more. "I'll get you out of this."