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Title; The Masseuse (8/10)
Rating; NC-17
Pairing; Ron/Draco
Word Count; 2,549
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 8
by; Mack
Ron was hunched over looking blearily at the stack of papers in front of him. He yawned, wondering how long he had been there. A look up at the clock told him it was nine. He blinked and looked around his window seeing the sunlight. He shook his head for a moment, closing his eyes and opening them again to see the same yellow bathed windowsill.
“Shit,” he muttered to himself as he threw the pen down and rubbed his face.
He had been there since eight the previous morning, only working on paperwork, and going to the bathroom a couple of times. He wondered why no one had told him that he was working later; they knew he tended to forget. Looking up at the closed door he sighed, when the door was closed he wasn’t there. Everyone knew that.
Grabbing his wand he flicked it, allowing the door to open a little bit. No sooner than he had done that then Harry walked in and sat down.
“You look like shit,” he announced.
“Been here since eight yesterday,” Ron said with a yawn. “Why’d I take this job again?”
“Because you’re good at it, and I didn’t want it,” Harry said a smile on his face.
Ron rolled his eyes and dropped his head into his arms, attempting to keep his eyes open.
“Tired?”
“Yeah, is there something you wanted?” Ron asked his table.
“Yeah, did you finish the paperwork on the Janssion case?”
“Yeah, I filed them, check with records,” Ron replied looking up to see Harry staring at him a blank look on his face.
“What?” he asked.
Harry shook his head and looked away. “Nothing.”
“Nothing my ass, I’ve known you for more than a decade, spill,” Ron said sitting up.
“Sev and I got into a fight last night,” Harry replied sadness in his eyes.
“Over what?”
“You and Malfoy.”
“You two got into a fight, over me and Draco? How stupid is that?”
Harry shrugged. “He thinks you’re out to hurt him, and I think he’s out to hurt you.”
“Or we could actually just like each others company.”
“Then why did you fight so much with him in school?”
“Why did you hate Snape?” Ron countered.
“That’s different.”
“Tell me how the fuck it’s different!”
“For one he’s a Malfoy and then he is also an asshole.”
“And you haven’t seen him in eight years, so how could you know?” Ron shot back feeling slightly angry.
“I-I-I don’t know, but I don’t trust him.”
“I’m not asking you to trust him; I’m asking you to trust me.”
“But it’s Malfoy.”
“I’m well aware of that fact, and if you can’t handle it then I don’t want to hear about it. My love life is none of your business; you are my best friend, not my keeper.”
Harry crossed his arms over his chest looking sullen. Ron sighed and rubbed at his temples. He was too tired for this.
“I don’t like Snape and I manage to put up with him don’t I? I’m asking for the same consideration.”
Harry scowled and stood up leaving the room. Ron felt like yelling at him but he found he couldn’t be bothered. He sat back with a sigh tapping his fingers on the desk. Tilting his head back he looked up at the ceiling feeling incredulous laughter bubbling up inside of him and he chuckled darkly.
He felt a buzzing against his leg and he grabbed his phone bringing it up against his ear.
“Hello?”
“Can I come over, I’m about to kill something,” Draco’s voice sounded over the phone.
“I’m at work; you can come through if you want.”
“Sure, what’s the Floo number?”
“Auror 427.”
“See you soon.”
“Bye.”
Ron hung up the phone and waved his wand, closing the door with a little click before adding a couple layers of silencing spells. He picked up his phone and called his secretary telling her he was on an hour break, and to not let anyone in.
With that done he sat back waiting for the blonde to arrive. He didn’t have to wait long before the roar of the fire signaled the blonde’s graceful entry into his office.
“I can never do that, I always end up stumbling,” Ron mused.
Draco looked up from where he was brushing himself off with a smile. “Practice, my mother made me Floo from room to room until I no longer fell.”
Ron laughed at that. “Sounds like a good idea.”
“It was, except for the sprained wrists and bruises from the first week or so,” Draco said moving so he was sitting on Ron’s desk in front of him.
Ron smiled and leaned back looking up at the blonde. “You look nice today.”
“My mother invited me over to yell at me some more, I figured I might as well look nice so she couldn’t yell at me anymore. I even took out the piercings,” Draco said sticking his tongue out to show the lack of them.
“All of them?” Ron asked looking pointedly at Draco’s chest.
“Yes, all of them.”
Ron pouted running a hand up the blondes chest, feeling the hard nipples, but no silver ring. “I like those ones, and the tongue one is fun to play with.”
Draco shivered but grinned. “I like them to,” he said leaning down. “And where’s my hello kiss?”
Ron rolled his eyes and wrapped an arm around the blonde and dragged him down so Draco was straddling his legs before kissing him. Draco moaned low in his throat before melting against Ron with a small sigh.
They broke apart a little while later, flushed and panting and Draco rested his head against Ron’s shoulder.
“So what happened?” Ron asked.
“My mother tried to guilt trip me into leaving you, about how it was my duty to continue the family line, and that I was polluting myself with you. And then Sev came and said he and Potter had a fight and that it was all my fault,” Draco said.
“So I’m polluting you?” Ron asked with a grin. “And seriously, if you want to get a girl pregnant, its call artificial insemination, just find the pureblood girl of your heterosexual dreams.”
Draco giggled. “Try telling my mother that. Seriously, I used to make fun of you for having a big family, but now I can see the perks in it.
“There are a lot, when you have five older brothers, and all of them are straight, the chances that there is going to be an heir is really good. And Bill had Matt so we’re all set, so I jut get to have fun.”
“Lucky, can we switch families please?”
“No thanks, your mother sounds scary, worse than mine. As for Snape, don’t worry Harry did the same thing to me, I think they planned it so ignore them.”
Draco frowned. “Why would they do that? That’s not nice.”
“Snape doesn’t like me, Harry doesn’t like you. Do you need another reason?” Harry asked. “Probably to protect us, they think we’re doing this to hurt the other.”
“But I like to be hurt sometimes,” Draco said batting his eyelashes.
Ron blinked before laughing. “Not like that idiot.”
Draco grinned and kissed Ron quickly. “I know, but I don’t want to think about why, let’s just think of some revenge.”
Ron nodded before an idea popped into his head. “How easy is it to get of off work for you?”
“Anytime I want, I only do it when I feel like it.”
“We could go away without telling anyone, and leave my house a little messed up, like rough sex, and they’ll think it’s a murder scene, and we come back a week later. I have about three months of vacation leave saved up, so a week won’t matter. And I finished the paperwork, so Moody can’t keep me here.”
Draco blinked at him for a moment before breaking into laughter. “That’s brilliant, lets.”
“Cool, we can leave on Friday, that way I can get it cleared with Moody. Were do you want to go?”
“I have an estate in Italy, let’s go there.”
“Can’t your mother find it?”
“It’s mine, not a Malfoy estate.”
“Sounds good, Pizza here I come.”
“You only think with your stomach.”
“And my cock, and it’s a little neglected right now,” Ron said with a grin thrusting his hips up.
Draco rolled his eyes and laughed locking hands behind Draco’s head. “Is that all you think about?”
“No, I think about food.”
“Prat,” Draco said cuffing him on the side of the head.
“Trying to kill my brain?”
“Wouldn’t take much.”
“A lot more than you.”
“Now you’re not going to fuck me for a long time.”
“Wanna bet?”
“Of course, I have an amazing ability to not have sex.”
Ron rolled his eyes and dropped his hand, pressing it against Draco’s pants, cupping him. Draco bit his lip but remained silent and still. Ron smiled and undid the button and zipper of Draco’s pants. Drawing the blonde’s cock out and wrapped a hand around it. He heard Draco whimper as he grinned moving the both of them until the blonde was sitting on his desk, pants on the floor.
Ron smiled up at Draco before leaning in to take the blondes erection into his mouth before sucking sharply. Draco let out a slight whimper and Ron smiled hands moving up to trail along the blonde’s body. He moved his mouth down further and further before his nose hit the blonde’s stomach, and he felt Draco slid down his throat a little. Draco let loose a loud moan over him before Ron felt hands slid into his hair and grip tightly.
Ron swallowed around Draco’s cock feeling the blondes thighs tense under his hand as he hummed and sucked at the same time. He heard a bang and he looked up seeing the blonde laying on the desk, head hanging of off the other side gasping.
“Fuck, alright, please, fuck me,” Draco gasped out a arm thrown over his face as he arched slightly.
Ron grinned and drew off the blonde ignoring the whimper of protest. “Told you so.”
Draco gave him the two fingered salute. “Fuck you.”
“Rather fuck you, bent over the desk, how does that sounds?”
“Sounds good, but you’re not doing anything right now.”
Ron rolled his eyes and moved back. “Turn over then.”
Draco grinned and him and turned over, scooting down the desk until his feet hit the ground. Ron stood up leaning over the blonde, moving a hand to slip under the blonde’s shirt and run it over the smooth skin there. He dropped his head to kiss at the side of Draco’s neck waiting until the blonde turned around before kissing him.
Draco moaned into the kiss opening his mouth to Ron’s questing. They kissed for a while before Ron drew back to open a draw and draw out the jar of lube he kept there.
“Fuck a lot of people in this office?” Draco asked looking at the jar.
“Yes, my and my right hand have a standing date. Sometimes I even get naughty and use my left,” Ron said with a smile coating his fingers.
Draco whimpered slightly and spread his legs and Ron grinned grabbing the bottom of the blondes shirt and dragging it up about to prepare the blonde when he saw something and his jaw dropped open.
“Is the real?”
“Nope, it’s henna, I like it though,” Draco replied looking over his shoulder with a smirk.
Ron grinned at him and leaned down to nuzzle his name written on Draco’s lower back, before licking down the arrow. “I like it,” Ron said shoving two fingers into Draco, hooking them to hit the prostate immediately.
“Thought you would,” Draco said with a gasp.
Ron smiled and rubbed against it for a moment before drawing them out, only to put them back in and began to scissor his fingers, stretching the blonde for a moment.
“That’s enough,” Draco said as Ron was about to add a third.
Ron smirked and drew out his fingers before lubing up his erection and pressing it against the blondes pucker. He slid in, eyes half closed as he felt the tight heat around him. He heard Draco let loose a long, low moan as he buried himself to the hilt.
“Fuck,” Ron whispered with a grin before wrapping hands around the blonde’s hip, drawing the blonde out before exiting and moving to slam back in setting up a fast pace that soon had the both of them panting.
“Harder, please,” Draco whined raising his hips as much as he could to meet Ron’s thrusts.
Ron’s head dropped down to rest on Draco’s neck as he slammed in as hard as he could, hearing the blonde squeak in surprise before he drew out and did it again and again. Ron teeth found there way into Draco’s skin, holding on as he began to move faster, feeling his orgasm coil at the base of his spine before he came with a cry teeth sinking in, almost breaking the skin as he slammed in once more, holding there until he finished before he collapsed in his chair tired.
“What about me?” Draco asked wiggling his hips.
“Give me a moment here,” Ron panted out, eyes half closed as he watched Draco turn over, legs spread, bracing himself on his elbows.
“Baby.”
“Git.”
“Please, I’m about to die here,” Draco said pouting.
Ron rolled his eyes and moved to sit up and scoot his chair closed until he leaned over and took the blond back into his mouth, three fingers sliding into the blond to rub and stimulate his prostate. It wasn’t long till Draco was arching with a scream, coming into Ron’s mouth as he swallowed around Draco.
Ron watched with a grin as Draco collapsed onto the desk, limbs every which way, the sated smile on his face. He gave a strong suck watching as Draco’s body twitched before he released it and sat back licking his lips.
“Now I’m jealous,” Draco said.
“Of what?” Ron asked.
“Of where you learnt how to do that.”
“The first boyfriend.”
“Who was it, and can I kill him?”
“It was Seamus, and no you can’t kill him.”
Draco pouted and moved until he was sitting on Ron’s lap, he face buried in the redheads neck. “Are you sure?” he asked before Ron felt a tongue lick up his neck sending shivers down his spine.
“Pretty damn sure, and I think I should be jealous. Why’d Snape teach you all those spells?”
“I made him so I could use them on Blaise.”
“Can I kill him?”
“He’s in Azkaban from the war.”
“Oh…sorry.”
“Don’t be, I’m the one that put him in there the little fucker.”
Ron fell silent as he ran a hand along Draco’s side softly, liking how the blonde fit into his lap perfectly. He smiled at the thought and leaned in to kiss Draco’s head absently hearing the soft sigh that came from the blondes lips.
“So, Italy then?” Draco asked a little while later.
“Yeah, we’ll leave Friday night, how’s that?”
“Sound good.”
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Rating; NC-17
Pairing; Ron/Draco
Word Count; 2,549
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 8
by; Mack
Ron was hunched over looking blearily at the stack of papers in front of him. He yawned, wondering how long he had been there. A look up at the clock told him it was nine. He blinked and looked around his window seeing the sunlight. He shook his head for a moment, closing his eyes and opening them again to see the same yellow bathed windowsill.
“Shit,” he muttered to himself as he threw the pen down and rubbed his face.
He had been there since eight the previous morning, only working on paperwork, and going to the bathroom a couple of times. He wondered why no one had told him that he was working later; they knew he tended to forget. Looking up at the closed door he sighed, when the door was closed he wasn’t there. Everyone knew that.
Grabbing his wand he flicked it, allowing the door to open a little bit. No sooner than he had done that then Harry walked in and sat down.
“You look like shit,” he announced.
“Been here since eight yesterday,” Ron said with a yawn. “Why’d I take this job again?”
“Because you’re good at it, and I didn’t want it,” Harry said a smile on his face.
Ron rolled his eyes and dropped his head into his arms, attempting to keep his eyes open.
“Tired?”
“Yeah, is there something you wanted?” Ron asked his table.
“Yeah, did you finish the paperwork on the Janssion case?”
“Yeah, I filed them, check with records,” Ron replied looking up to see Harry staring at him a blank look on his face.
“What?” he asked.
Harry shook his head and looked away. “Nothing.”
“Nothing my ass, I’ve known you for more than a decade, spill,” Ron said sitting up.
“Sev and I got into a fight last night,” Harry replied sadness in his eyes.
“Over what?”
“You and Malfoy.”
“You two got into a fight, over me and Draco? How stupid is that?”
Harry shrugged. “He thinks you’re out to hurt him, and I think he’s out to hurt you.”
“Or we could actually just like each others company.”
“Then why did you fight so much with him in school?”
“Why did you hate Snape?” Ron countered.
“That’s different.”
“Tell me how the fuck it’s different!”
“For one he’s a Malfoy and then he is also an asshole.”
“And you haven’t seen him in eight years, so how could you know?” Ron shot back feeling slightly angry.
“I-I-I don’t know, but I don’t trust him.”
“I’m not asking you to trust him; I’m asking you to trust me.”
“But it’s Malfoy.”
“I’m well aware of that fact, and if you can’t handle it then I don’t want to hear about it. My love life is none of your business; you are my best friend, not my keeper.”
Harry crossed his arms over his chest looking sullen. Ron sighed and rubbed at his temples. He was too tired for this.
“I don’t like Snape and I manage to put up with him don’t I? I’m asking for the same consideration.”
Harry scowled and stood up leaving the room. Ron felt like yelling at him but he found he couldn’t be bothered. He sat back with a sigh tapping his fingers on the desk. Tilting his head back he looked up at the ceiling feeling incredulous laughter bubbling up inside of him and he chuckled darkly.
He felt a buzzing against his leg and he grabbed his phone bringing it up against his ear.
“Hello?”
“Can I come over, I’m about to kill something,” Draco’s voice sounded over the phone.
“I’m at work; you can come through if you want.”
“Sure, what’s the Floo number?”
“Auror 427.”
“See you soon.”
“Bye.”
Ron hung up the phone and waved his wand, closing the door with a little click before adding a couple layers of silencing spells. He picked up his phone and called his secretary telling her he was on an hour break, and to not let anyone in.
With that done he sat back waiting for the blonde to arrive. He didn’t have to wait long before the roar of the fire signaled the blonde’s graceful entry into his office.
“I can never do that, I always end up stumbling,” Ron mused.
Draco looked up from where he was brushing himself off with a smile. “Practice, my mother made me Floo from room to room until I no longer fell.”
Ron laughed at that. “Sounds like a good idea.”
“It was, except for the sprained wrists and bruises from the first week or so,” Draco said moving so he was sitting on Ron’s desk in front of him.
Ron smiled and leaned back looking up at the blonde. “You look nice today.”
“My mother invited me over to yell at me some more, I figured I might as well look nice so she couldn’t yell at me anymore. I even took out the piercings,” Draco said sticking his tongue out to show the lack of them.
“All of them?” Ron asked looking pointedly at Draco’s chest.
“Yes, all of them.”
Ron pouted running a hand up the blondes chest, feeling the hard nipples, but no silver ring. “I like those ones, and the tongue one is fun to play with.”
Draco shivered but grinned. “I like them to,” he said leaning down. “And where’s my hello kiss?”
Ron rolled his eyes and wrapped an arm around the blonde and dragged him down so Draco was straddling his legs before kissing him. Draco moaned low in his throat before melting against Ron with a small sigh.
They broke apart a little while later, flushed and panting and Draco rested his head against Ron’s shoulder.
“So what happened?” Ron asked.
“My mother tried to guilt trip me into leaving you, about how it was my duty to continue the family line, and that I was polluting myself with you. And then Sev came and said he and Potter had a fight and that it was all my fault,” Draco said.
“So I’m polluting you?” Ron asked with a grin. “And seriously, if you want to get a girl pregnant, its call artificial insemination, just find the pureblood girl of your heterosexual dreams.”
Draco giggled. “Try telling my mother that. Seriously, I used to make fun of you for having a big family, but now I can see the perks in it.
“There are a lot, when you have five older brothers, and all of them are straight, the chances that there is going to be an heir is really good. And Bill had Matt so we’re all set, so I jut get to have fun.”
“Lucky, can we switch families please?”
“No thanks, your mother sounds scary, worse than mine. As for Snape, don’t worry Harry did the same thing to me, I think they planned it so ignore them.”
Draco frowned. “Why would they do that? That’s not nice.”
“Snape doesn’t like me, Harry doesn’t like you. Do you need another reason?” Harry asked. “Probably to protect us, they think we’re doing this to hurt the other.”
“But I like to be hurt sometimes,” Draco said batting his eyelashes.
Ron blinked before laughing. “Not like that idiot.”
Draco grinned and kissed Ron quickly. “I know, but I don’t want to think about why, let’s just think of some revenge.”
Ron nodded before an idea popped into his head. “How easy is it to get of off work for you?”
“Anytime I want, I only do it when I feel like it.”
“We could go away without telling anyone, and leave my house a little messed up, like rough sex, and they’ll think it’s a murder scene, and we come back a week later. I have about three months of vacation leave saved up, so a week won’t matter. And I finished the paperwork, so Moody can’t keep me here.”
Draco blinked at him for a moment before breaking into laughter. “That’s brilliant, lets.”
“Cool, we can leave on Friday, that way I can get it cleared with Moody. Were do you want to go?”
“I have an estate in Italy, let’s go there.”
“Can’t your mother find it?”
“It’s mine, not a Malfoy estate.”
“Sounds good, Pizza here I come.”
“You only think with your stomach.”
“And my cock, and it’s a little neglected right now,” Ron said with a grin thrusting his hips up.
Draco rolled his eyes and laughed locking hands behind Draco’s head. “Is that all you think about?”
“No, I think about food.”
“Prat,” Draco said cuffing him on the side of the head.
“Trying to kill my brain?”
“Wouldn’t take much.”
“A lot more than you.”
“Now you’re not going to fuck me for a long time.”
“Wanna bet?”
“Of course, I have an amazing ability to not have sex.”
Ron rolled his eyes and dropped his hand, pressing it against Draco’s pants, cupping him. Draco bit his lip but remained silent and still. Ron smiled and undid the button and zipper of Draco’s pants. Drawing the blonde’s cock out and wrapped a hand around it. He heard Draco whimper as he grinned moving the both of them until the blonde was sitting on his desk, pants on the floor.
Ron smiled up at Draco before leaning in to take the blondes erection into his mouth before sucking sharply. Draco let out a slight whimper and Ron smiled hands moving up to trail along the blonde’s body. He moved his mouth down further and further before his nose hit the blonde’s stomach, and he felt Draco slid down his throat a little. Draco let loose a loud moan over him before Ron felt hands slid into his hair and grip tightly.
Ron swallowed around Draco’s cock feeling the blondes thighs tense under his hand as he hummed and sucked at the same time. He heard a bang and he looked up seeing the blonde laying on the desk, head hanging of off the other side gasping.
“Fuck, alright, please, fuck me,” Draco gasped out a arm thrown over his face as he arched slightly.
Ron grinned and drew off the blonde ignoring the whimper of protest. “Told you so.”
Draco gave him the two fingered salute. “Fuck you.”
“Rather fuck you, bent over the desk, how does that sounds?”
“Sounds good, but you’re not doing anything right now.”
Ron rolled his eyes and moved back. “Turn over then.”
Draco grinned and him and turned over, scooting down the desk until his feet hit the ground. Ron stood up leaning over the blonde, moving a hand to slip under the blonde’s shirt and run it over the smooth skin there. He dropped his head to kiss at the side of Draco’s neck waiting until the blonde turned around before kissing him.
Draco moaned into the kiss opening his mouth to Ron’s questing. They kissed for a while before Ron drew back to open a draw and draw out the jar of lube he kept there.
“Fuck a lot of people in this office?” Draco asked looking at the jar.
“Yes, my and my right hand have a standing date. Sometimes I even get naughty and use my left,” Ron said with a smile coating his fingers.
Draco whimpered slightly and spread his legs and Ron grinned grabbing the bottom of the blondes shirt and dragging it up about to prepare the blonde when he saw something and his jaw dropped open.
“Is the real?”
“Nope, it’s henna, I like it though,” Draco replied looking over his shoulder with a smirk.
Ron grinned at him and leaned down to nuzzle his name written on Draco’s lower back, before licking down the arrow. “I like it,” Ron said shoving two fingers into Draco, hooking them to hit the prostate immediately.
“Thought you would,” Draco said with a gasp.
Ron smiled and rubbed against it for a moment before drawing them out, only to put them back in and began to scissor his fingers, stretching the blonde for a moment.
“That’s enough,” Draco said as Ron was about to add a third.
Ron smirked and drew out his fingers before lubing up his erection and pressing it against the blondes pucker. He slid in, eyes half closed as he felt the tight heat around him. He heard Draco let loose a long, low moan as he buried himself to the hilt.
“Fuck,” Ron whispered with a grin before wrapping hands around the blonde’s hip, drawing the blonde out before exiting and moving to slam back in setting up a fast pace that soon had the both of them panting.
“Harder, please,” Draco whined raising his hips as much as he could to meet Ron’s thrusts.
Ron’s head dropped down to rest on Draco’s neck as he slammed in as hard as he could, hearing the blonde squeak in surprise before he drew out and did it again and again. Ron teeth found there way into Draco’s skin, holding on as he began to move faster, feeling his orgasm coil at the base of his spine before he came with a cry teeth sinking in, almost breaking the skin as he slammed in once more, holding there until he finished before he collapsed in his chair tired.
“What about me?” Draco asked wiggling his hips.
“Give me a moment here,” Ron panted out, eyes half closed as he watched Draco turn over, legs spread, bracing himself on his elbows.
“Baby.”
“Git.”
“Please, I’m about to die here,” Draco said pouting.
Ron rolled his eyes and moved to sit up and scoot his chair closed until he leaned over and took the blond back into his mouth, three fingers sliding into the blond to rub and stimulate his prostate. It wasn’t long till Draco was arching with a scream, coming into Ron’s mouth as he swallowed around Draco.
Ron watched with a grin as Draco collapsed onto the desk, limbs every which way, the sated smile on his face. He gave a strong suck watching as Draco’s body twitched before he released it and sat back licking his lips.
“Now I’m jealous,” Draco said.
“Of what?” Ron asked.
“Of where you learnt how to do that.”
“The first boyfriend.”
“Who was it, and can I kill him?”
“It was Seamus, and no you can’t kill him.”
Draco pouted and moved until he was sitting on Ron’s lap, he face buried in the redheads neck. “Are you sure?” he asked before Ron felt a tongue lick up his neck sending shivers down his spine.
“Pretty damn sure, and I think I should be jealous. Why’d Snape teach you all those spells?”
“I made him so I could use them on Blaise.”
“Can I kill him?”
“He’s in Azkaban from the war.”
“Oh…sorry.”
“Don’t be, I’m the one that put him in there the little fucker.”
Ron fell silent as he ran a hand along Draco’s side softly, liking how the blonde fit into his lap perfectly. He smiled at the thought and leaned in to kiss Draco’s head absently hearing the soft sigh that came from the blondes lips.
“So, Italy then?” Draco asked a little while later.
“Yeah, we’ll leave Friday night, how’s that?”
“Sound good.”
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