Harry lowered himself gently onto Krum’s broom, grimacing in mild pain when he finally made contact. “It…it kinda hurts,” he said breathily.
“Vell, my broomstick is ffery long,” Krum replied calmly.
“Why is it so hard?”
“That is just how ve make them in Bulgaria. Long and hard.”
Harry said nothing, simly ran his hands up and down the length of Krum’s wood, marveling at its simple beauty. “I wouldn’t mind riding this all night long,” he finally murmured.
“You like vot you see?” Krum asked carefully, his tone searching for acceptance.
“Yes,” said Harry.
And then they had sex.