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Title; The Masseuse (7/10)
Rating; NC-17
Pairing; Ron/Draco
Word Count; 3, 636
Summary; 'When Moody hired a masseuse to work out the kinks from his aurors, it set of a chain on events with some unsual consequences.'
Warnings; Explicit Sex, Angst, Fluff, BDSM, Fisting, Crossdressing, OOC Characters, Toy's
Disclaimer; This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
A/N; This is written for my 100quills prompt of Ron/Draco, which I will be posting there as soon as I am accepted.
The Masseuse Arc ; Chapter 6
by; Mack
Ron was sitting with his family at lunch the next day fiddling with his goblet watching as they all chatted about their previous week. He could see his dad at the head of the table, with his mother and Bill on either side of him. Bill was sitting next to Fleur who had their first born - and currently the only Weasley child - Matt on her lap, feeding him little bits of food. Fred was across form Fleur and George was next to him - both of them watching Fleur out of the corner of their eyes. Percy was next, sitting next to George and across the way Charlie and Hermione were sitting hand in hand. Harry was across from Hermione, and Ginny and Dean were across from each other, and then Ron was at the other end of the table.
He tapped absently on the table smiling slightly in the lull in conversation, thinking about his date with Draco two days ago. He had had a lot more fun than he thought he would’ve had. He would’ve thought that they would’ve realized they would never make it as a couple, and then end up continuing to fuck until they met someone else. But he was glad that they didn’t, and that they had agreed to be exclusive to each other. IT was fun, Draco was hot, a good lay and he was a fun person to be around. He could even take whatever insults Ron chose to dish out.
He was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard his phone ring. Looking up he saw his mother glaring at him for disturbing family time. He grabbed his phone and saw a number he didn’t know. Frowning he mouthed sorry as he answered it.
“Hello?”
“Please tell me your family is not getting on your back, because my mother looks like she’s about to cry, and I just stunned Sev speechless,” Draco voice came over the line.
Ron smiled and he noticed that everyone had begun to talk quieter. “I did that once.”
“For five hours?”
“I thought you had lunch?”
“My mother decided brunch today, woke me up; I’m still tired from Friday that bitch.”
“Poor baby, go to bed then.”
“I take it your parents don’t mind from the happy tone.”
“Actually haven’t told them yet. I’m happy because you called,” noticing that his family stopped talking and turned to look at him, giving up the pretence of trying to listen without him knowing.
“And what happened to that Gryffindor courage? I got the sappiness, but no courage on my man?”
“It died a long and painful death about five years ago, about when it decided I needed to switch houses with you.”
“I’m disappointed, that’s false advertising. What happened to my cuddly little lion?”
“I didn’t know I was for sale,” Ron said garnering the odd looks from his family.
“Not anymore, I just bought you.”
“Couldn’t afford me.”
“Could always offer up sexual favors instead.”
“You already do that.”
“Shit. Well, I guess I’m going to have to steal you now.”
“From my adoring public?”
“Good thing I’m the only one then.”
“But of course, number one of a million.”
“Fucker. Guess what I bought yesterday.”
“I would guess, but there are children present,” he said knowing he was going to get slapped by his mother soon.
“Mother alert?”
“Try the whole damn family.”
“Poor baby. But anyway, I went out yesterday because I needed a new outfit, and I saw the cutest little stuffed animal so I bought it, and now I sleep with it.”
“What is it?”
“A little weasel.”
“Wouldn’t you rather have the real thing?”
“But of course my dear Ron, but sadly you are at home, and here I am, sitting naked by the phone.”
“That line is copyrighted you know.”
“Of course, but it’s still a good line, and oh so true. Including the next part, would you touch me?”
“But of course, but sadly not right now.”
“You better tell them and get here then.”
“You at home?”
“Nope, at my mothers, I’ll be waiting. Maybe I’ll be lying naked on the floor.”
“What’s this sudden obsession with nakedness? And song lyrics? Aren’t you worried about someone walking in?”
“They both don’t do that anymore after they walked in on me getting fucked by my piano teacher when I was sixteen.”
“What’s his name and number so I can kill him? Or maybe a lot of pain will be in his future.”
“Don’t do that, he was very nice. Just tell them and get your ass off the phone so you can lick me and get rid of whatever he left behind.”
“Fine,” Ron said before snapping the phone shut with a smile.
“Who was that?” his mother asked politely.
Ron snapped his head up with a smile realizing the entire table was looking at him.
v“I’m guessing it was your date from Friday,” Harry spoke up. “And I’m guessing it went well.”
“You had a date and you didn’t tell us?” his mother said looking sad.
“I am twenty five you know, if I have a date I don’t need to take a four page ad out in the paper,” Ron said rolling his eyes and putting the phone back in his pocket. “And yes it did go well.”
“So there will be a second date then?”
“Yes,” Ron said fiddling with his glass once more.
“So who is it then?” Ginny asked.
“Someone.”
“Do we know this someone?”
“Yes,” Ron said rolling his eyes.
“Are you going to tell us?” Hermione asked her voice very bland and careful.
“I don’t want to, but currently since he stunned his godfather into a five hour silence and his mother into tears, I think I should.”
“It can’t be that bad,” Harry tried to reason.
Ron chuckled and shook his head. “Oh trust me; it’s not that good either.”
“Unless it’s Malfoy I really doubt any of us care,” Hermione said rolling her eyes.
Ron just smirked and looked down at the table not saying anything, waiting for his family to catch on.
“Oh fuck that. It is Malfoy isn’t it?” Harry said and Ron nodded, grinning widely now as chaos erupted around him.
Ron waited until everyone had calmed down before looking up to see each member of the family staring at him as if he were insane. “What?” he asked carefully. “Not like any of you can do anything about it you know.”
“We’ll figure it out,” Ginny said darkly.
“And I’ll stop coming to Sunday dinner, simple as that, I can be very stubborn you know,” Ron replied easily. “And besides, since Harry is dating Snape, I really don’t think there can be any comments on the fact that he was a Death Eater, and that he was a Slytherin. If you say he is a Malfoy I would like to point out that by dating we just ended the feud that is how old? Now are there any other objections?”
He watched smirking as his family as slumped down knowing he was right. “So any other questions?” he asked wide eyed.
“How long have you been dating him?” his mother asked eventually.
“That’s….complicated. Do you want the formal or informal time?”
“Formal of course,” his mother said stiffly.
“About three days,” Ron said shrugging a shoulder.
“Informally?” Harry prodded.
Ron bit his lip and looked at Harry, waiting for his best friend to catch on.
“You didn’t?” Harry said with a gasp a moment later.
Ron nodded chuckling.
“Randy little bitch,” Harry said running a hand over his face in exasperation. “I can’t believe you did that.”
“Didn’t do what?” Charlie asked.
“Never mind. Informally it’s been about ten months,” Ron said with a grin.
“I want to know what you did,” Hermione said.
“He’s been the one helping your neck isn’t he?” Harry asked and Ron nodded.
“Talented hands on him,” he said with a wink.
“Ronald, do keep your manners in check young man. I will not have that kind of talk at this table.”
“Mum, he’s a masseuse for a living, well not exactly a living, when he gets bored,” Ron said rolling his eyes.
“And about ten months ago Moody hired a masseuse for all the Auror’s,” Harry filled in watching as people’s eyes widened.
Ron blushed slightly as everyone looked at him.
“Ronald, what did I tell you about waiting for marriage? I don’t care if you’re gay or asexual, you should always wait until marriage.”
Ron snorted. “If I was asexual, I wouldn’t need a boyfriend and there would be more children most likely from the amount I…never mind.”
“None the less, I am disappointed in you, I thought you knew better.”
“Not like he hasn’t been a virgin since fourth year,” Fleur muttered.
Everyone turned to look at her and she blushed slightly.
“What are you talking about?” Bill asked her.
“How the fuck did you know that? I never told anyone!” Ron said slightly on the verge of panic.
“People talk when they are drunk,” Fleur said with a shrug. “It was after the second tournament, and we were celebrating. He is a very talkative drunk, and I am the only one that remembers that night.”
“Ronald Bilius Weasley! What have I always told you about waiting for marriage, and you blew it away when you were fourteen. I have never been more ashamed in my life. After all we taught you about tradition and you blew…” She was interrupted by the sound of the phone ringing.
Ron grabbed it quickly, and flipped it open, wanting to get away from his mother lecture. He could see his brothers and sister looking at him amused, and with sympathy, knowing that he was going to get the brunt of the lecture.
“Hello?”
“Have you told them?”
“Yeah.”
“You sound weird, are you ok?”
“No.”
“Did your mother freak out.”
“Yes, but not about that.”
“Let me guess, waiting until marriage?”
“Right in one.”
“Just tell you that you always made sure you were protected, there are no illegitimate children, and that you can’t get pregnant, neither can another man get pregnant so it’s not a big deal.”
“That’s what you told your mum?”
“Yeah.”
“Did it work?”
“No, but it made her stop yelling at me, enough to get away. So do that and then run. And don’t come here, I’ll meet you at your place, Sev found his voice and is yelling up a storm.”
“I’m letting you know right now that if we ever get married, we are going to Vegas.”
“Sounds good, now get your ass here, mine needs a pounding.”
“Ok,” Ron said his grin now back on his face as he closed his phone and stared at his family who were still watching him. “Right, so I need to go, I’ll see you all later.”
“Oh no you don’t, you will sit your arse right back down,” Molly said her voice stern.
Some part of Ron was amused that his mother still scared the crap out of him sometimes - but it was a small part as he sat down, wide eyed with a gulp. “Yes?” he asked attempting to look innocent.
“Do you have anything to say for yourself?”
“Umm I always made sure I was protected, there are no illegitimate children, and I can’t get pregnant, neither can I get another man get pregnant so it’s not a big deal,” Ron tried.
Molly glared at him waiting for more.
“And that I love you and I’ll see you next week?”
“And?”
“And that I’ll bring him so you can all re meet him?”
“One more thing.”
Ron was silent as he attempted to figure out what his mother was trying to tell him. “Ummm…sorry for not listening to you?”
Molly was silent for a moment before she nodded and Ron breathed in relief. He quickly got up and moved to kiss her on the cheek before saluting everyone else before apparated out quickly.
He arrived at his apartment and he collapsed on the couch with a groan. He heard a chuckling across the way and he frowned. “Shut up.”
“I think it is amusing to see you so worked up over this.”
“My mother is the one person that can still scare the shit out of me,” Ron said grabbing his wand and raising the wards and closing the Floo.
“Don’t worry, my mother just looks at me and I feel bad, even if it was her fault.”
Ron snorted and opened his eyes. “Sounds just about…guh.”
Ron’s eyes widened as he stared at the blonde that was currently draped across his coffee table. He felt his mouth dry up as he ran his eyes up long legs encased in ankle boots and stockings, past the garters, to the miniskirt and over the corset, up to the long neck and finally stopping at Draco’s face, swallowing when he saw roughed cheeks, red lips and dark rimmed eyes.
“Guh,” he managed to get out as the blonde smirked. Ron swallowed and tried again. “Why?”
“Because you said I had porcelain smooth skin and would like to see me all trussed up like a doll,” Draco said moving so he was sitting on the edge of the table shifting slightly. “And I figured after that stunning date, you deserved a little treat.”
“I seem to remember something else in my description, about being bent over?” Ron asked smirking as he leaned back against the couch.
“How about your lap?” Draco asked, moving to stand up and walking towards Ron.
Ron tilted his head to the side and watched Draco’s legs and hips sway licking his lips slightly. “Sounds good.”
Ron watched as Draco slowly bent over his lap, and shifted until his arse was in the air, arms and legs braced on the floor slightly. Ron licked dry lips and swallowed as he placed a hand on Draco’s thigh and slid it up and under the skirt, only meeting smooth skin as the skirt was drawn up, and flopped down until the blondes bare arse was pointing in the air.
He let out a small whimper when he saw the bright red dildo stuck into the arse he loved so much. “You got it,” he whispered pressing against it slightly, feeling the resistance.
“Yes,” Draco hissed, hips thrusting up.
Ron grinned lazily and wrapped a hand around it and drew it out, watching as the shining length left his boyfriends hole. He drew it out completely, seeing the exact duplicate of what he had whispered a month ago, red, long and wide. Smiling he pressed it against Draco’s hole and shoved it back in, slamming it down until his fist hit the warm flesh. He felt Draco buck against his leg and he watched as the blondes legs and arse trembled for a moment before relaxing, leaving the blonde panting.
“Shit,” Draco breathed out.
Ron smiled and let go of the dildo, running hands along the smooth skin. “Did you shave?”
“No, it’s a charm I used on my legs,” Draco whispered.
“Feels good,” Ron said wrapping an arm around the blonde’s waist and standing up, holding his weight with ease. “I think you should see the bedroom finally, don’t you?”
Draco nodded and wrapped thighs around Ron’s waist and began to kiss the redhead. Ron closed his eyes and kissed Draco back before apparating the both of them to his bedroom, holding the blonde tightly.
Ron dropped him on the bed with a smile, leaning over and kissing him softly, nipping at his lip. “How’s your lip?” he asked remembering Friday night.
“I healed it before going over to my Mothers, didn’t want her to accuse you of abusing me, even though I loved it and might encourage it sometimes,” Draco said smirking coyly.
“You have no shame.”
“Neither do you.”
“I’m a Gryffindor; I’m all about jumping into things without thinking.”
“Good point, I just want to be shagged hard.”
“It’s working,” Ron said a hand beginning to work on the fastening of his belt.
Draco smiled at Ron spreading his legs wide on either side of him before hooking hands under his legs and drawing them up. Ron swallowed as he saw Draco spread out for him. “Hurry up.”
Ron heard Draco whispering something and suddenly all the buttons on his shirt and pants were open. “Nice spell.”
“I know, Sev taught it to me.”
“That must be where Harry got it from them,” Ron said with a smirk as he stood up to push his jeans and boxers down and off. “I think you could lose the shoes, nothing else though.”
“Why the shoes?” Draco said with a pout, biting his red lip.
“Because I intended to have those legs wrapped around me, and I could do without any puncture wounds from those heels,” Ron said running hands down stocking covered legs.
Draco smiled and whispered something else, and the shoes were gone. Ron could see them placed neatly by the door.
“I think you know too many of those spells to make me comfortable,” Ron said with a slight growl.
“I think you shouldn’t worry and just fuck me already.”
“Gagging for it?” Ron asked drawing the dildo out and putting it out of reach of Draco who pouted.
“But of course, you could also gag me if you wanted.”
“Rather kiss you,” Ron said pressing up against the blonde who arched up.
“Like my tongue?”
“Like the metal in it, it’s fun to play with.”
“You should get one.”
“Would rather get a tattoo,” Ron said before grunting as he slid in, eyes half closed in pleasure.
“Could you get my name of your ass, so only I can see it?”
“I think not. How about you get owned by Ron Weasley on your lower back with an arrow pointing down?”
“Sounds good to me, only if you get my name somewhere.”
“How about I get a little dragon right above my cock, but below my bellybutton.”
“That would work, but you’d be wearing some low pants from now on so I can see it whenever I want.”
“I think I could handle that,” Ron said as he began to speed up, feeling the long legs wrapped around his back, urging him to go deeper, and faster. “How the fuck are you always so tight?”
Draco moaned loudly as Ron sped up. “Lucky I-I guess.”
Ron couldn’t talk any more when he felt the skirt brush against him, and the stockings rub against his torso. He managed to raise a hand and wiped at Draco’s face where the lipstick had been smeared before he leaned in to kiss the blond again.
He felt Draco tense up under him before the blonde was coming, muscles tensing and relaxing, a short scream tearing its way out of his throat. Ron slammed in, eyes closed as he waited for the blonde to relax. He felt legs slip down his side and he breathed in deep, shifting so the legs were over his shoulder as he pressed the blonde into the bed and began to move, slamming into him.
Draco was smiling lazily up at him, his breaths hitching now and then as he allowed Ron to use him as the redhead saw fit. It wasn’t long until Ron was coming with a slight whimper before he collapsed against the blonde.
“Fuck,” he murmured pressing a kiss to the side of Draco’s neck.
“Not for a long time,” Draco said with a laugh.
Ron grinned and that, and moved so he was lying next to the blonde, slightly panting. He felt the blonde snuggle against him and he looked down to see Draco grinning up at him with a cheeky grin.
“I think you like me dressed up as a girl. Repressing your inner heterosexual?” Draco asked licking Ron’s side.
“Of course I am. I dated Hermione for a year, as well as Lavender for half a year. But it could also do with the fact that the stockings make your legs look really nice, and the skirt makes it easier for me to fuck you.”
Draco pouted for a moment before grinning and straddling Ron. “So you like my legs.”
“More like your arse, but they are nice when they’re wrapped around me.”
“You just wanna fuck again, that’s why you’re being so nice,” Draco said wiggling until he was sitting right on Ron’s cock.
Ron’s breath hitched when he felt the blonde’s arse framing his cock and he smirked. “Do you know any healing spells for inner tearing?”
“A couple, why?”
“Because one of these days I’m going to spend the entire day in-between your legs, with a bottle of Viagra, and fuck you all day long, regardless if you want to go that long or not.”
“It’ll be a Christmas present.”
“Best one ever.”
“Of course I could always just wear a little bow tie.”
“How about a tie, that way I can keep you in place, maybe a set of handcuffs.”
Draco groaned and leaned down to kiss Ron. “Why the fuck didn’t we get along again?”
“I was straight and you were an arse.”
“And now I have a nice arse, and you always go straight to it.”
Ron grinned sliding his hands up Draco’s legs and under the skirt gripping the aforementioned body part. “Of course, so supple,” he whispered leaning up to lick at Draco’s neck.
“Stop, you’re making me hard.”
“That’s the point, I’m going to give you a hard on, and then you’re going to come into work on Monday and I’m going to fuck you through my desk.”
“Sounds like a date.”
“Or a fuck a thon.”
“Works as well.”
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Rating; NC-17
Pairing; Ron/Draco
Word Count; 3, 636
Summary; 'When Moody hired a masseuse to work out the kinks from his aurors, it set of a chain on events with some unsual consequences.'
Warnings; Explicit Sex, Angst, Fluff, BDSM, Fisting, Crossdressing, OOC Characters, Toy's
Disclaimer; This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
A/N; This is written for my 100quills prompt of Ron/Draco, which I will be posting there as soon as I am accepted.
The Masseuse Arc ; Chapter 6
by; Mack
Ron was sitting with his family at lunch the next day fiddling with his goblet watching as they all chatted about their previous week. He could see his dad at the head of the table, with his mother and Bill on either side of him. Bill was sitting next to Fleur who had their first born - and currently the only Weasley child - Matt on her lap, feeding him little bits of food. Fred was across form Fleur and George was next to him - both of them watching Fleur out of the corner of their eyes. Percy was next, sitting next to George and across the way Charlie and Hermione were sitting hand in hand. Harry was across from Hermione, and Ginny and Dean were across from each other, and then Ron was at the other end of the table.
He tapped absently on the table smiling slightly in the lull in conversation, thinking about his date with Draco two days ago. He had had a lot more fun than he thought he would’ve had. He would’ve thought that they would’ve realized they would never make it as a couple, and then end up continuing to fuck until they met someone else. But he was glad that they didn’t, and that they had agreed to be exclusive to each other. IT was fun, Draco was hot, a good lay and he was a fun person to be around. He could even take whatever insults Ron chose to dish out.
He was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard his phone ring. Looking up he saw his mother glaring at him for disturbing family time. He grabbed his phone and saw a number he didn’t know. Frowning he mouthed sorry as he answered it.
“Hello?”
“Please tell me your family is not getting on your back, because my mother looks like she’s about to cry, and I just stunned Sev speechless,” Draco voice came over the line.
Ron smiled and he noticed that everyone had begun to talk quieter. “I did that once.”
“For five hours?”
“I thought you had lunch?”
“My mother decided brunch today, woke me up; I’m still tired from Friday that bitch.”
“Poor baby, go to bed then.”
“I take it your parents don’t mind from the happy tone.”
“Actually haven’t told them yet. I’m happy because you called,” noticing that his family stopped talking and turned to look at him, giving up the pretence of trying to listen without him knowing.
“And what happened to that Gryffindor courage? I got the sappiness, but no courage on my man?”
“It died a long and painful death about five years ago, about when it decided I needed to switch houses with you.”
“I’m disappointed, that’s false advertising. What happened to my cuddly little lion?”
“I didn’t know I was for sale,” Ron said garnering the odd looks from his family.
“Not anymore, I just bought you.”
“Couldn’t afford me.”
“Could always offer up sexual favors instead.”
“You already do that.”
“Shit. Well, I guess I’m going to have to steal you now.”
“From my adoring public?”
“Good thing I’m the only one then.”
“But of course, number one of a million.”
“Fucker. Guess what I bought yesterday.”
“I would guess, but there are children present,” he said knowing he was going to get slapped by his mother soon.
“Mother alert?”
“Try the whole damn family.”
“Poor baby. But anyway, I went out yesterday because I needed a new outfit, and I saw the cutest little stuffed animal so I bought it, and now I sleep with it.”
“What is it?”
“A little weasel.”
“Wouldn’t you rather have the real thing?”
“But of course my dear Ron, but sadly you are at home, and here I am, sitting naked by the phone.”
“That line is copyrighted you know.”
“Of course, but it’s still a good line, and oh so true. Including the next part, would you touch me?”
“But of course, but sadly not right now.”
“You better tell them and get here then.”
“You at home?”
“Nope, at my mothers, I’ll be waiting. Maybe I’ll be lying naked on the floor.”
“What’s this sudden obsession with nakedness? And song lyrics? Aren’t you worried about someone walking in?”
“They both don’t do that anymore after they walked in on me getting fucked by my piano teacher when I was sixteen.”
“What’s his name and number so I can kill him? Or maybe a lot of pain will be in his future.”
“Don’t do that, he was very nice. Just tell them and get your ass off the phone so you can lick me and get rid of whatever he left behind.”
“Fine,” Ron said before snapping the phone shut with a smile.
“Who was that?” his mother asked politely.
Ron snapped his head up with a smile realizing the entire table was looking at him.
v“I’m guessing it was your date from Friday,” Harry spoke up. “And I’m guessing it went well.”
“You had a date and you didn’t tell us?” his mother said looking sad.
“I am twenty five you know, if I have a date I don’t need to take a four page ad out in the paper,” Ron said rolling his eyes and putting the phone back in his pocket. “And yes it did go well.”
“So there will be a second date then?”
“Yes,” Ron said fiddling with his glass once more.
“So who is it then?” Ginny asked.
“Someone.”
“Do we know this someone?”
“Yes,” Ron said rolling his eyes.
“Are you going to tell us?” Hermione asked her voice very bland and careful.
“I don’t want to, but currently since he stunned his godfather into a five hour silence and his mother into tears, I think I should.”
“It can’t be that bad,” Harry tried to reason.
Ron chuckled and shook his head. “Oh trust me; it’s not that good either.”
“Unless it’s Malfoy I really doubt any of us care,” Hermione said rolling her eyes.
Ron just smirked and looked down at the table not saying anything, waiting for his family to catch on.
“Oh fuck that. It is Malfoy isn’t it?” Harry said and Ron nodded, grinning widely now as chaos erupted around him.
Ron waited until everyone had calmed down before looking up to see each member of the family staring at him as if he were insane. “What?” he asked carefully. “Not like any of you can do anything about it you know.”
“We’ll figure it out,” Ginny said darkly.
“And I’ll stop coming to Sunday dinner, simple as that, I can be very stubborn you know,” Ron replied easily. “And besides, since Harry is dating Snape, I really don’t think there can be any comments on the fact that he was a Death Eater, and that he was a Slytherin. If you say he is a Malfoy I would like to point out that by dating we just ended the feud that is how old? Now are there any other objections?”
He watched smirking as his family as slumped down knowing he was right. “So any other questions?” he asked wide eyed.
“How long have you been dating him?” his mother asked eventually.
“That’s….complicated. Do you want the formal or informal time?”
“Formal of course,” his mother said stiffly.
“About three days,” Ron said shrugging a shoulder.
“Informally?” Harry prodded.
Ron bit his lip and looked at Harry, waiting for his best friend to catch on.
“You didn’t?” Harry said with a gasp a moment later.
Ron nodded chuckling.
“Randy little bitch,” Harry said running a hand over his face in exasperation. “I can’t believe you did that.”
“Didn’t do what?” Charlie asked.
“Never mind. Informally it’s been about ten months,” Ron said with a grin.
“I want to know what you did,” Hermione said.
“He’s been the one helping your neck isn’t he?” Harry asked and Ron nodded.
“Talented hands on him,” he said with a wink.
“Ronald, do keep your manners in check young man. I will not have that kind of talk at this table.”
“Mum, he’s a masseuse for a living, well not exactly a living, when he gets bored,” Ron said rolling his eyes.
“And about ten months ago Moody hired a masseuse for all the Auror’s,” Harry filled in watching as people’s eyes widened.
Ron blushed slightly as everyone looked at him.
“Ronald, what did I tell you about waiting for marriage? I don’t care if you’re gay or asexual, you should always wait until marriage.”
Ron snorted. “If I was asexual, I wouldn’t need a boyfriend and there would be more children most likely from the amount I…never mind.”
“None the less, I am disappointed in you, I thought you knew better.”
“Not like he hasn’t been a virgin since fourth year,” Fleur muttered.
Everyone turned to look at her and she blushed slightly.
“What are you talking about?” Bill asked her.
“How the fuck did you know that? I never told anyone!” Ron said slightly on the verge of panic.
“People talk when they are drunk,” Fleur said with a shrug. “It was after the second tournament, and we were celebrating. He is a very talkative drunk, and I am the only one that remembers that night.”
“Ronald Bilius Weasley! What have I always told you about waiting for marriage, and you blew it away when you were fourteen. I have never been more ashamed in my life. After all we taught you about tradition and you blew…” She was interrupted by the sound of the phone ringing.
Ron grabbed it quickly, and flipped it open, wanting to get away from his mother lecture. He could see his brothers and sister looking at him amused, and with sympathy, knowing that he was going to get the brunt of the lecture.
“Hello?”
“Have you told them?”
“Yeah.”
“You sound weird, are you ok?”
“No.”
“Did your mother freak out.”
“Yes, but not about that.”
“Let me guess, waiting until marriage?”
“Right in one.”
“Just tell you that you always made sure you were protected, there are no illegitimate children, and that you can’t get pregnant, neither can another man get pregnant so it’s not a big deal.”
“That’s what you told your mum?”
“Yeah.”
“Did it work?”
“No, but it made her stop yelling at me, enough to get away. So do that and then run. And don’t come here, I’ll meet you at your place, Sev found his voice and is yelling up a storm.”
“I’m letting you know right now that if we ever get married, we are going to Vegas.”
“Sounds good, now get your ass here, mine needs a pounding.”
“Ok,” Ron said his grin now back on his face as he closed his phone and stared at his family who were still watching him. “Right, so I need to go, I’ll see you all later.”
“Oh no you don’t, you will sit your arse right back down,” Molly said her voice stern.
Some part of Ron was amused that his mother still scared the crap out of him sometimes - but it was a small part as he sat down, wide eyed with a gulp. “Yes?” he asked attempting to look innocent.
“Do you have anything to say for yourself?”
“Umm I always made sure I was protected, there are no illegitimate children, and I can’t get pregnant, neither can I get another man get pregnant so it’s not a big deal,” Ron tried.
Molly glared at him waiting for more.
“And that I love you and I’ll see you next week?”
“And?”
“And that I’ll bring him so you can all re meet him?”
“One more thing.”
Ron was silent as he attempted to figure out what his mother was trying to tell him. “Ummm…sorry for not listening to you?”
Molly was silent for a moment before she nodded and Ron breathed in relief. He quickly got up and moved to kiss her on the cheek before saluting everyone else before apparated out quickly.
He arrived at his apartment and he collapsed on the couch with a groan. He heard a chuckling across the way and he frowned. “Shut up.”
“I think it is amusing to see you so worked up over this.”
“My mother is the one person that can still scare the shit out of me,” Ron said grabbing his wand and raising the wards and closing the Floo.
“Don’t worry, my mother just looks at me and I feel bad, even if it was her fault.”
Ron snorted and opened his eyes. “Sounds just about…guh.”
Ron’s eyes widened as he stared at the blonde that was currently draped across his coffee table. He felt his mouth dry up as he ran his eyes up long legs encased in ankle boots and stockings, past the garters, to the miniskirt and over the corset, up to the long neck and finally stopping at Draco’s face, swallowing when he saw roughed cheeks, red lips and dark rimmed eyes.
“Guh,” he managed to get out as the blonde smirked. Ron swallowed and tried again. “Why?”
“Because you said I had porcelain smooth skin and would like to see me all trussed up like a doll,” Draco said moving so he was sitting on the edge of the table shifting slightly. “And I figured after that stunning date, you deserved a little treat.”
“I seem to remember something else in my description, about being bent over?” Ron asked smirking as he leaned back against the couch.
“How about your lap?” Draco asked, moving to stand up and walking towards Ron.
Ron tilted his head to the side and watched Draco’s legs and hips sway licking his lips slightly. “Sounds good.”
Ron watched as Draco slowly bent over his lap, and shifted until his arse was in the air, arms and legs braced on the floor slightly. Ron licked dry lips and swallowed as he placed a hand on Draco’s thigh and slid it up and under the skirt, only meeting smooth skin as the skirt was drawn up, and flopped down until the blondes bare arse was pointing in the air.
He let out a small whimper when he saw the bright red dildo stuck into the arse he loved so much. “You got it,” he whispered pressing against it slightly, feeling the resistance.
“Yes,” Draco hissed, hips thrusting up.
Ron grinned lazily and wrapped a hand around it and drew it out, watching as the shining length left his boyfriends hole. He drew it out completely, seeing the exact duplicate of what he had whispered a month ago, red, long and wide. Smiling he pressed it against Draco’s hole and shoved it back in, slamming it down until his fist hit the warm flesh. He felt Draco buck against his leg and he watched as the blondes legs and arse trembled for a moment before relaxing, leaving the blonde panting.
“Shit,” Draco breathed out.
Ron smiled and let go of the dildo, running hands along the smooth skin. “Did you shave?”
“No, it’s a charm I used on my legs,” Draco whispered.
“Feels good,” Ron said wrapping an arm around the blonde’s waist and standing up, holding his weight with ease. “I think you should see the bedroom finally, don’t you?”
Draco nodded and wrapped thighs around Ron’s waist and began to kiss the redhead. Ron closed his eyes and kissed Draco back before apparating the both of them to his bedroom, holding the blonde tightly.
Ron dropped him on the bed with a smile, leaning over and kissing him softly, nipping at his lip. “How’s your lip?” he asked remembering Friday night.
“I healed it before going over to my Mothers, didn’t want her to accuse you of abusing me, even though I loved it and might encourage it sometimes,” Draco said smirking coyly.
“You have no shame.”
“Neither do you.”
“I’m a Gryffindor; I’m all about jumping into things without thinking.”
“Good point, I just want to be shagged hard.”
“It’s working,” Ron said a hand beginning to work on the fastening of his belt.
Draco smiled at Ron spreading his legs wide on either side of him before hooking hands under his legs and drawing them up. Ron swallowed as he saw Draco spread out for him. “Hurry up.”
Ron heard Draco whispering something and suddenly all the buttons on his shirt and pants were open. “Nice spell.”
“I know, Sev taught it to me.”
“That must be where Harry got it from them,” Ron said with a smirk as he stood up to push his jeans and boxers down and off. “I think you could lose the shoes, nothing else though.”
“Why the shoes?” Draco said with a pout, biting his red lip.
“Because I intended to have those legs wrapped around me, and I could do without any puncture wounds from those heels,” Ron said running hands down stocking covered legs.
Draco smiled and whispered something else, and the shoes were gone. Ron could see them placed neatly by the door.
“I think you know too many of those spells to make me comfortable,” Ron said with a slight growl.
“I think you shouldn’t worry and just fuck me already.”
“Gagging for it?” Ron asked drawing the dildo out and putting it out of reach of Draco who pouted.
“But of course, you could also gag me if you wanted.”
“Rather kiss you,” Ron said pressing up against the blonde who arched up.
“Like my tongue?”
“Like the metal in it, it’s fun to play with.”
“You should get one.”
“Would rather get a tattoo,” Ron said before grunting as he slid in, eyes half closed in pleasure.
“Could you get my name of your ass, so only I can see it?”
“I think not. How about you get owned by Ron Weasley on your lower back with an arrow pointing down?”
“Sounds good to me, only if you get my name somewhere.”
“How about I get a little dragon right above my cock, but below my bellybutton.”
“That would work, but you’d be wearing some low pants from now on so I can see it whenever I want.”
“I think I could handle that,” Ron said as he began to speed up, feeling the long legs wrapped around his back, urging him to go deeper, and faster. “How the fuck are you always so tight?”
Draco moaned loudly as Ron sped up. “Lucky I-I guess.”
Ron couldn’t talk any more when he felt the skirt brush against him, and the stockings rub against his torso. He managed to raise a hand and wiped at Draco’s face where the lipstick had been smeared before he leaned in to kiss the blond again.
He felt Draco tense up under him before the blonde was coming, muscles tensing and relaxing, a short scream tearing its way out of his throat. Ron slammed in, eyes closed as he waited for the blonde to relax. He felt legs slip down his side and he breathed in deep, shifting so the legs were over his shoulder as he pressed the blonde into the bed and began to move, slamming into him.
Draco was smiling lazily up at him, his breaths hitching now and then as he allowed Ron to use him as the redhead saw fit. It wasn’t long until Ron was coming with a slight whimper before he collapsed against the blonde.
“Fuck,” he murmured pressing a kiss to the side of Draco’s neck.
“Not for a long time,” Draco said with a laugh.
Ron grinned and that, and moved so he was lying next to the blonde, slightly panting. He felt the blonde snuggle against him and he looked down to see Draco grinning up at him with a cheeky grin.
“I think you like me dressed up as a girl. Repressing your inner heterosexual?” Draco asked licking Ron’s side.
“Of course I am. I dated Hermione for a year, as well as Lavender for half a year. But it could also do with the fact that the stockings make your legs look really nice, and the skirt makes it easier for me to fuck you.”
Draco pouted for a moment before grinning and straddling Ron. “So you like my legs.”
“More like your arse, but they are nice when they’re wrapped around me.”
“You just wanna fuck again, that’s why you’re being so nice,” Draco said wiggling until he was sitting right on Ron’s cock.
Ron’s breath hitched when he felt the blonde’s arse framing his cock and he smirked. “Do you know any healing spells for inner tearing?”
“A couple, why?”
“Because one of these days I’m going to spend the entire day in-between your legs, with a bottle of Viagra, and fuck you all day long, regardless if you want to go that long or not.”
“It’ll be a Christmas present.”
“Best one ever.”
“Of course I could always just wear a little bow tie.”
“How about a tie, that way I can keep you in place, maybe a set of handcuffs.”
Draco groaned and leaned down to kiss Ron. “Why the fuck didn’t we get along again?”
“I was straight and you were an arse.”
“And now I have a nice arse, and you always go straight to it.”
Ron grinned sliding his hands up Draco’s legs and under the skirt gripping the aforementioned body part. “Of course, so supple,” he whispered leaning up to lick at Draco’s neck.
“Stop, you’re making me hard.”
“That’s the point, I’m going to give you a hard on, and then you’re going to come into work on Monday and I’m going to fuck you through my desk.”
“Sounds like a date.”
“Or a fuck a thon.”
“Works as well.”
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