Basil wasn’t sure it was possible for Nee to kiss wrong, ever. The whole thing was surreal, perfect, in a way he could never even conceive to describe. As Nee moved closer, his knee sliding between Basil’s legs, the Ravenclaw felt his pulse race faster. The hand that had been on his thigh moved conspicuously up to his hip and Basil suddenly felt warm. Constricted. Like he needed Nee’s touch more personally than just on the surface.

Nee then made to answer his tongue inquiry and Basil felt so incredibly excited. He wasn’t sure there was any other way to kiss really, not after this. Nee had definitely found the best tactic. Or had he initiated? Basil didn’t know, and frankly, he didn’t care, because suddenly Nee made the most incredible noise he’d ever heard. Basil didn’t even have time to react before the other pulled away from him though.

Shell-shocked, and a little dizzy from that experience, he blinked stupidly. The Slytherin was still close, practically on top of him, and Basil took a moment to really appreciate how nice that was. One hand, the one that had been on the back of his neck, came up to brush a stray lock of hair from Nee’s face. Then, the other was calling it quits and everything in Basil wanted to protest. He knew he couldn’t but he wanted to. Maybe he could say something about not yet feeling prepared, but it felt like too much of a cop out for Nee to believe him. And, frankly, Basil realized - they probably did have the hang of it now. At least on the surface. Enough to not look like idiots. He couldn’t help the dejected look that crossed his face anyway. There was still so much running through his mind about what happened next, that he couldn’t quite bring himself to vocalize.

“Sure,” he conceded instead. Then, pressing his forehead to Nee’s again just because he could, Basil sighed softly. He’d let Nee disentangle them. He was perfectly content to sit here just like this.

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