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Title; The Masseuse (2/10)
Rating; NC-17
Pairing; Ron/Draco
Word Count; 2,664
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 2
by; Mack
“Malfoy,” Ron said looking at the slender blonde in front of him. “Since when do you fucking work?”
“Since I got bored and figured rubbing people wasn’t that hard,” Draco replied crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the table behind him.
Ron looked over him, taking in the stylish choppy hair, the tight white shirt, the loose black pants, the slender body, flawless and the piercing eyes. Of course the man of his dreams has to be Draco.
Ron sighed. “Sounds fun.”
“Oh it is. Now, please remove all clothes and lay face down on the table under the towel.”
Ron looked at the towel, the small square that might wrap around his waist, but would leave his leg open. “Small fucking towel,” he noted.
“Yes, now change.”
Ron sighed once more rubbing his face wondering if it was as red as it felt. “Fine, could you please look away.”
“Small dick Weasley?”
“No, just don’t want you to faint at the sight of it,” Ron shot back waiting until Draco had turned around before stripping quickly and slipped under the towel slightly nervous.
Draco had turned around and Ron turned his head to the side watching as the blonde set up all his equipment. Ron spent a brief moment admiring the blonde and wondering if he was a bottom before remembering that this was Draco, and that he was a Weasley and that this was never going to work.
“Face down Weasley,” Draco ordered.
“Ron, my name is Ron,” Ron said, voice muffled in the pillow.
“Fine then, Ron just relax, are there any sore points specifically?” Draco asked.
Ron could feel him right next to him and he shifted slightly. “Yeah, my neck fucking killing me.”
He felt cool hands settle on his neck and he tense for a moment before relaxing as Draco began to rub his neck gently. He let out a small hiss as a tender spot was hit and worked with ease until it relaxed.
“A bad neck is a few sore spots, you need a new one, what have you been doing?”
“Paperwork, lots of fucking paperwork,” Ron said relaxing a little more, his eyes drifting shut.
Draco grunted and began to work on his beck, rubbing strong fingers into the muscles. “When the hell did you get so big?”
Ron chuckled. “Auror training and I grew up, when you get to small?”
“My mother,” Draco groused.
Ron nodded before wincing and letting out a small yelp. “Ow, fuck Malfoy,” Ron said as he felt the spot begin to be worked, with what had to be an elbow. “That fucking hurt.”
“That’s a good thing,” Draco said.
Ron rolled his eyes shifting slightly. “How come you’re only getting one side?”
“I can’t reach the other side; you’re like a whale on this table.”
“Go fuck yourself you scrawny little twat.”
He regretted it almost immediately when Draco dug into his back and pressed down causing him to yelp. “Fucker, why don’t you just go to the other side of the fucking table?”
“I’m a leftie, it’s hard doing it from the right,” Draco explained.
“So I’m getting a half job then?”
“No,” Draco said.
Ron opened his mouth about to ask what the hell he meant by that before he felt Draco climb up onto the table and straddle his legs. He twisted around quickly glaring at the blonde who were perched there as if he belonged there. “What are you doing?”
Draco raised an eyebrow. “Sitting so I can finish this and you can go.”
Ron glared at him before Draco shoved his shoulder, and grumbling he lay back down ignoring the way certain parts of his anatomy seemed interested in the slender, blonde and shorter than him sitting on his back and rubbing against him.
He let out a small sign of contentment as he felt hands make broad strokes up and down his back, relaxing the muscles and him. “You’re good at this,” Ron pointed out.
“Five years of practice,” Draco said.
Ron felt him lean over his back and hands rest on his neck again rubbing gently. He shifted slightly when he felt the blonde’s warm breath against the back of his neck and he stifled a whimper.
“Almost done,” Draco murmured and Ron ignored the small pang of disappointment.
He felt Draco press more firmly against him and he shifted once more, and stilled when he felt something press into his backside. He shifted again and felt it again and he allowed a lazy smirk to cross his face. “That for me?” he asked.
He felt Draco stiffen above him before moving to get off remaining silent. Ron turned to look at the blonde and he was sure he could see a small amount of red staining his cheeks and Ron smirked.
He shifted and got off the table taking the towel and wrapping it around his waist and moved so he was standing right behind the blonde. Taking a reassuring breath he pressed himself up against the blonde and rested hands on his hips leaning over slightly.
“Feel that Malfoy, that’s for you,” Ron whispered his lips brushing against Draco’s ear.
He heard Draco’s breath hitch and he smiled pressing more firmly against the blonde and wrapping an arm around Draco’s middle. “Going to do anything about it?” he asked moving to nip at his jaw.
Draco let out a small whimper at that and pressed back against Ron who smiled and dropped his hand until it ghosted over Draco’s erection. He dropped his head down a little face buried into Draco’s neck; licking and sucking a spot there, feeling the blonde whimper and moan softly.
“Please,” he heard a voice and he stopped running a tongue over the mark.
“Please,” he heard Draco whisper before his hand was grabbed and wrapped around an erection.
He squeezed gently, cupping the blonde and feeling him before his fingers moved to the buttons and zipper of the pants. Quickly undoing both of them he dropped his hand into Draco’s pants and was hit by the erection immediately.
“No, pants Malfoy?” Ron all but purred. “Fucking amazing.”
Draco shivered and moaned relaxing against Ron, whose hand began to move up and down in small strokes, twisting at the end, or dragging nails lightly up. Soon enough Draco was moaning softly, and Ron stilled, thumb running repeatedly across the top feeling Draco arch into his touch.
“Fuck me, please,” he heard Draco whisper and Ron smirked.
“I only top,” he whispered into Draco’s ear.
“Good, I only bottom,” Draco replied arching with a gasp.
“Put up a silencing spell,” Ron whispered not letting Draco go watching as Draco fumbled to grab his wand out of his pocket and cast the spell before collapsing against Ron with a loud groan.
Ron smiled and released Draco’s erection; hands moving to catch the hem of Draco’s shirt and drag it up and off shivering when inch by inch of the pale flesh was revealed. Smirking, he wrapped arms around Draco once more, hands running up and down, exploring the skin.
“Nipple piercing? How...nice,” Ron said flicking them slightly feeling the blonde arch with a moan. Smiling he grabbed them and twisted them gently and he felt the blonde begin to tremble. Smiling, he released them and turned the blonde around smirking.
Locking his gaze with Draco be began to back the blonde up until he was pressed against the table. Locking arms around the slender man he lifted him up with ease placing him on the table feeling thighs wrap around his waist.
Ron braced his arms on the table and leaned in. He saw Draco’s eyes fluttered before they closed, as if he was expecting a kiss, but Ron wasn’t the kind to kiss unless he was in a relationship. Bypassing the admittedly nice set of lips he attacked Draco’s neck, moving a hand up to tangle in the blonde hair tilting the blondes head as he nipped, bit and sucked, making sure to leave a large bruise there, marking his place.
Draco was writhing under him, looking for some kind of something. Ron growled attacking the other side of his neck with more bites and licks.
“Please,” Draco whispered again arching up once more.
Ron smiled, fingers hooking into the bands of Draco’s trousers and dragged them down and off dropping them onto the floor without a second thought leaving the blonde naked to the air. Ron tilted his head to the side, watching as Draco flushed and panted and writhed on the table.
Ron smiled dropping the towel around his waist and leaning over to take a nipple into his mouth, rolling the ring around with his tongue feeling strong fingers in his hair a moment before Draco arched and crushed Ron’s head to his chest. Ron growled and bit down in the nipple, none to lightly, feeling Draco jerk slightly and release his hold on Ron.
Ron opened his mouth around the nipple sucking and biting the flesh as his hand began to travel down to grab a hold of Draco’s erection and tugged it before his hand moved lower, fondling his balls and rolling them between his fingers.
Draco gasped and his legs fell to the side and his hips arched up displaying himself even more. Ron pulled back from the nipple and smirked when he saw the large red mark, licking it once before licking his way down Draco’s chest, nibbling at certain places.
He reached the blondes bellybutton and he dipped his tongue in, heard Draco give a short scream and arch his back. Ron chuckled and began to fuck Draco’s bellybutton with his tongue, liking the way the blonde moved, arching and screaming. He pulled back and smirked at the trembling blonde and leaned down to sink his teeth into the flesh below it and bit down gently letting his teeth sink in, his eyes on the blonde watching for the sign of pain before drawing back a perfect imprint of his teeth there, and a bruise sure to come.
Pulling back for a moment to admire the flushed, sweaty, panting and writhing blonde under him, he smirked. Turning to look around he spotted the vial of oil Draco had been used and snagged it. “Can I use this?” he asked.
“Just oil,” Draco panted out. “Just fuck me already.”
Ron grinned at the impatience in the tone and he dropped his hand lower intent of preparing the blonde. He stopped for a moment and looking up at Draco noting the blonde had bit his lip and wasn’t meeting his eyes anymore. With a feral grin, he grabbed Draco’s hip and turned him over roughly so he was bent over the table, toes barely touching the ground.
Ron grabbed the long legs and spread them apart looking at Draco’s red face before dropping his eyes to between the blondes leg looking at the dildo nestled there. Ron smirked and tapped it none to gently seeing the blondes legs spasm and heard the groan.
“How naughty Malfoy,” Ron purred leaning it to lick around it. “How long has that been in there? This entire time?”
Draco whimpered. “Yes, please, fuck me.”
“Are you sure, this seems to be doing the job just fine, especially if I do this,” Ron said grabbing the base and drawing it out slightly and shoving it back in. Draco screamed and collapsed shaking onto the table.
“You please you, please fuck me, please oh god please,” Draco sobbed as he began to grind against the table.
Ron slid the dildo out looking at the shiny length before placing it directly into Draco’s line of sight hearing him whimper. “See that Draco? That isn’t even close to me, and you know what. I think that’s enough preparation for you, you’re just going to take it aren’t you?” Ron whispered as he slicked his length.
Draco whimpered thrusting his hips up as much as he could. Ron chuckled and placed a hand on Draco’s lower back, holding the blondes arching hips down. Aligning himself with Draco’s hole, he placed a soft kiss between Draco’s shoulder blades before he thrust in, one smooth glide until he was seated all the way in.
Draco screamed and bucked his hips and Ron hissed. “Go, move please, fuck,” Draco whispered.
Ron smirked and moved so his hands wrapped around Draco’s hips before pulling out and slamming back in. Draco’s screamed, fingers clawing into the tables, attempting to get a grip as Ron began to move quickly, slamming in and out, aiming for Draco’s prostrate, holding the blonde down as he tried to thrust back.
“Harder, please,” Draco said.
Ron gripped the slim hips harder and pulled Draco out slightly too met his thrusts, slamming as hard as he could against the blonde, knowing his hips and Draco’s arse would be bruised later.
He watched as Draco scrabbled against the bed, a constant stream of whimpers and moans coming from his mouth as Ron slammed into him. Suddenly Draco stilled for one single moment before letting out a scream to do a banshee proud.
Ron continued to slam in an out of Draco’s clenching arse, eyes closed and head thrown back in pleasure as he felt the arse in from on him clench around him. Draco let loose one more whimper before collapsing against the table a sated smile on his face.
Ron gave a few more thrusts before he slammed in once more and came eyes squeezed shut, lip caught between his teeth as he moaned and collapsed. Bracing one arm against the table, he panted eyes closed and sweat dripping down.
A few moments later he was able to pull out of the blonde and kiss in between his shoulders once more before grabbing his wand and casting a cleaning spell. Draco tried to get up but Ron rested a hand between his shoulders blades, holding him down.
Draco twisted around glared at him. “What are you doing?”
Ron smiled at the somewhat hoarse tone Draco used before the smile changed into a smirk. “Putting everything back in its place,” he said simply with a shrug.
Reaching over he grabbed the dildo and looked at it before looking at Draco’s arse. “Might be a little looser,” he said before placing the tip at Draco’s used hole.
He felt the blonde shiver and he looked up to see him biting his lips, pupils dilated with lust. Locking his gaze with Draco and slowly slid in back into Draco and moved it in and out a few time, making sure to aim for the prostate, watching as Draco keened from the over simulation before pressing it in and leaving it there. He felt the blonde shiver slightly and he smiled and stepped back releasing the blonde.
The two of them dressed in silence and made sure everything was in order, including hiding the two large hickes on Draco’s neck. Ron was about to leave when he felt a hand on his arm and he turned to look at Draco raising an eyebrow.
“Here’s my card, I do…personal massages as well,” Draco said with a coy smile and a wink.
“Well you know, I have to do a lot of paperwork, and my neck is always stiff,” Ron said smirking as he pocketed the card.
Draco nodded and dropped his hand from Ron’s arm. Ron nodded once to the blonde watching as Draco turned and began to clean up. Running a hand through his hair and tugging at his shirt slightly he opened the door to see Harry leaning against the wall.
“Good?” Harry asked.
“My neck feels good,” Ron said with a smile.
“Did you freak out when you saw Malfoy?”
“Nope,” Ron said. “Hermione would be proud.”
“He’s good isn’t he?” Harry asked pushing himself off the wall as the two of them began to walk.
“Yes he is.”
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Rating; NC-17
Pairing; Ron/Draco
Word Count; 2,664
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 2
by; Mack
“Malfoy,” Ron said looking at the slender blonde in front of him. “Since when do you fucking work?”
“Since I got bored and figured rubbing people wasn’t that hard,” Draco replied crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the table behind him.
Ron looked over him, taking in the stylish choppy hair, the tight white shirt, the loose black pants, the slender body, flawless and the piercing eyes. Of course the man of his dreams has to be Draco.
Ron sighed. “Sounds fun.”
“Oh it is. Now, please remove all clothes and lay face down on the table under the towel.”
Ron looked at the towel, the small square that might wrap around his waist, but would leave his leg open. “Small fucking towel,” he noted.
“Yes, now change.”
Ron sighed once more rubbing his face wondering if it was as red as it felt. “Fine, could you please look away.”
“Small dick Weasley?”
“No, just don’t want you to faint at the sight of it,” Ron shot back waiting until Draco had turned around before stripping quickly and slipped under the towel slightly nervous.
Draco had turned around and Ron turned his head to the side watching as the blonde set up all his equipment. Ron spent a brief moment admiring the blonde and wondering if he was a bottom before remembering that this was Draco, and that he was a Weasley and that this was never going to work.
“Face down Weasley,” Draco ordered.
“Ron, my name is Ron,” Ron said, voice muffled in the pillow.
“Fine then, Ron just relax, are there any sore points specifically?” Draco asked.
Ron could feel him right next to him and he shifted slightly. “Yeah, my neck fucking killing me.”
He felt cool hands settle on his neck and he tense for a moment before relaxing as Draco began to rub his neck gently. He let out a small hiss as a tender spot was hit and worked with ease until it relaxed.
“A bad neck is a few sore spots, you need a new one, what have you been doing?”
“Paperwork, lots of fucking paperwork,” Ron said relaxing a little more, his eyes drifting shut.
Draco grunted and began to work on his beck, rubbing strong fingers into the muscles. “When the hell did you get so big?”
Ron chuckled. “Auror training and I grew up, when you get to small?”
“My mother,” Draco groused.
Ron nodded before wincing and letting out a small yelp. “Ow, fuck Malfoy,” Ron said as he felt the spot begin to be worked, with what had to be an elbow. “That fucking hurt.”
“That’s a good thing,” Draco said.
Ron rolled his eyes shifting slightly. “How come you’re only getting one side?”
“I can’t reach the other side; you’re like a whale on this table.”
“Go fuck yourself you scrawny little twat.”
He regretted it almost immediately when Draco dug into his back and pressed down causing him to yelp. “Fucker, why don’t you just go to the other side of the fucking table?”
“I’m a leftie, it’s hard doing it from the right,” Draco explained.
“So I’m getting a half job then?”
“No,” Draco said.
Ron opened his mouth about to ask what the hell he meant by that before he felt Draco climb up onto the table and straddle his legs. He twisted around quickly glaring at the blonde who were perched there as if he belonged there. “What are you doing?”
Draco raised an eyebrow. “Sitting so I can finish this and you can go.”
Ron glared at him before Draco shoved his shoulder, and grumbling he lay back down ignoring the way certain parts of his anatomy seemed interested in the slender, blonde and shorter than him sitting on his back and rubbing against him.
He let out a small sign of contentment as he felt hands make broad strokes up and down his back, relaxing the muscles and him. “You’re good at this,” Ron pointed out.
“Five years of practice,” Draco said.
Ron felt him lean over his back and hands rest on his neck again rubbing gently. He shifted slightly when he felt the blonde’s warm breath against the back of his neck and he stifled a whimper.
“Almost done,” Draco murmured and Ron ignored the small pang of disappointment.
He felt Draco press more firmly against him and he shifted once more, and stilled when he felt something press into his backside. He shifted again and felt it again and he allowed a lazy smirk to cross his face. “That for me?” he asked.
He felt Draco stiffen above him before moving to get off remaining silent. Ron turned to look at the blonde and he was sure he could see a small amount of red staining his cheeks and Ron smirked.
He shifted and got off the table taking the towel and wrapping it around his waist and moved so he was standing right behind the blonde. Taking a reassuring breath he pressed himself up against the blonde and rested hands on his hips leaning over slightly.
“Feel that Malfoy, that’s for you,” Ron whispered his lips brushing against Draco’s ear.
He heard Draco’s breath hitch and he smiled pressing more firmly against the blonde and wrapping an arm around Draco’s middle. “Going to do anything about it?” he asked moving to nip at his jaw.
Draco let out a small whimper at that and pressed back against Ron who smiled and dropped his hand until it ghosted over Draco’s erection. He dropped his head down a little face buried into Draco’s neck; licking and sucking a spot there, feeling the blonde whimper and moan softly.
“Please,” he heard a voice and he stopped running a tongue over the mark.
“Please,” he heard Draco whisper before his hand was grabbed and wrapped around an erection.
He squeezed gently, cupping the blonde and feeling him before his fingers moved to the buttons and zipper of the pants. Quickly undoing both of them he dropped his hand into Draco’s pants and was hit by the erection immediately.
“No, pants Malfoy?” Ron all but purred. “Fucking amazing.”
Draco shivered and moaned relaxing against Ron, whose hand began to move up and down in small strokes, twisting at the end, or dragging nails lightly up. Soon enough Draco was moaning softly, and Ron stilled, thumb running repeatedly across the top feeling Draco arch into his touch.
“Fuck me, please,” he heard Draco whisper and Ron smirked.
“I only top,” he whispered into Draco’s ear.
“Good, I only bottom,” Draco replied arching with a gasp.
“Put up a silencing spell,” Ron whispered not letting Draco go watching as Draco fumbled to grab his wand out of his pocket and cast the spell before collapsing against Ron with a loud groan.
Ron smiled and released Draco’s erection; hands moving to catch the hem of Draco’s shirt and drag it up and off shivering when inch by inch of the pale flesh was revealed. Smirking, he wrapped arms around Draco once more, hands running up and down, exploring the skin.
“Nipple piercing? How...nice,” Ron said flicking them slightly feeling the blonde arch with a moan. Smiling he grabbed them and twisted them gently and he felt the blonde begin to tremble. Smiling, he released them and turned the blonde around smirking.
Locking his gaze with Draco be began to back the blonde up until he was pressed against the table. Locking arms around the slender man he lifted him up with ease placing him on the table feeling thighs wrap around his waist.
Ron braced his arms on the table and leaned in. He saw Draco’s eyes fluttered before they closed, as if he was expecting a kiss, but Ron wasn’t the kind to kiss unless he was in a relationship. Bypassing the admittedly nice set of lips he attacked Draco’s neck, moving a hand up to tangle in the blonde hair tilting the blondes head as he nipped, bit and sucked, making sure to leave a large bruise there, marking his place.
Draco was writhing under him, looking for some kind of something. Ron growled attacking the other side of his neck with more bites and licks.
“Please,” Draco whispered again arching up once more.
Ron smiled, fingers hooking into the bands of Draco’s trousers and dragged them down and off dropping them onto the floor without a second thought leaving the blonde naked to the air. Ron tilted his head to the side, watching as Draco flushed and panted and writhed on the table.
Ron smiled dropping the towel around his waist and leaning over to take a nipple into his mouth, rolling the ring around with his tongue feeling strong fingers in his hair a moment before Draco arched and crushed Ron’s head to his chest. Ron growled and bit down in the nipple, none to lightly, feeling Draco jerk slightly and release his hold on Ron.
Ron opened his mouth around the nipple sucking and biting the flesh as his hand began to travel down to grab a hold of Draco’s erection and tugged it before his hand moved lower, fondling his balls and rolling them between his fingers.
Draco gasped and his legs fell to the side and his hips arched up displaying himself even more. Ron pulled back from the nipple and smirked when he saw the large red mark, licking it once before licking his way down Draco’s chest, nibbling at certain places.
He reached the blondes bellybutton and he dipped his tongue in, heard Draco give a short scream and arch his back. Ron chuckled and began to fuck Draco’s bellybutton with his tongue, liking the way the blonde moved, arching and screaming. He pulled back and smirked at the trembling blonde and leaned down to sink his teeth into the flesh below it and bit down gently letting his teeth sink in, his eyes on the blonde watching for the sign of pain before drawing back a perfect imprint of his teeth there, and a bruise sure to come.
Pulling back for a moment to admire the flushed, sweaty, panting and writhing blonde under him, he smirked. Turning to look around he spotted the vial of oil Draco had been used and snagged it. “Can I use this?” he asked.
“Just oil,” Draco panted out. “Just fuck me already.”
Ron grinned at the impatience in the tone and he dropped his hand lower intent of preparing the blonde. He stopped for a moment and looking up at Draco noting the blonde had bit his lip and wasn’t meeting his eyes anymore. With a feral grin, he grabbed Draco’s hip and turned him over roughly so he was bent over the table, toes barely touching the ground.
Ron grabbed the long legs and spread them apart looking at Draco’s red face before dropping his eyes to between the blondes leg looking at the dildo nestled there. Ron smirked and tapped it none to gently seeing the blondes legs spasm and heard the groan.
“How naughty Malfoy,” Ron purred leaning it to lick around it. “How long has that been in there? This entire time?”
Draco whimpered. “Yes, please, fuck me.”
“Are you sure, this seems to be doing the job just fine, especially if I do this,” Ron said grabbing the base and drawing it out slightly and shoving it back in. Draco screamed and collapsed shaking onto the table.
“You please you, please fuck me, please oh god please,” Draco sobbed as he began to grind against the table.
Ron slid the dildo out looking at the shiny length before placing it directly into Draco’s line of sight hearing him whimper. “See that Draco? That isn’t even close to me, and you know what. I think that’s enough preparation for you, you’re just going to take it aren’t you?” Ron whispered as he slicked his length.
Draco whimpered thrusting his hips up as much as he could. Ron chuckled and placed a hand on Draco’s lower back, holding the blondes arching hips down. Aligning himself with Draco’s hole, he placed a soft kiss between Draco’s shoulder blades before he thrust in, one smooth glide until he was seated all the way in.
Draco screamed and bucked his hips and Ron hissed. “Go, move please, fuck,” Draco whispered.
Ron smirked and moved so his hands wrapped around Draco’s hips before pulling out and slamming back in. Draco’s screamed, fingers clawing into the tables, attempting to get a grip as Ron began to move quickly, slamming in and out, aiming for Draco’s prostrate, holding the blonde down as he tried to thrust back.
“Harder, please,” Draco said.
Ron gripped the slim hips harder and pulled Draco out slightly too met his thrusts, slamming as hard as he could against the blonde, knowing his hips and Draco’s arse would be bruised later.
He watched as Draco scrabbled against the bed, a constant stream of whimpers and moans coming from his mouth as Ron slammed into him. Suddenly Draco stilled for one single moment before letting out a scream to do a banshee proud.
Ron continued to slam in an out of Draco’s clenching arse, eyes closed and head thrown back in pleasure as he felt the arse in from on him clench around him. Draco let loose one more whimper before collapsing against the table a sated smile on his face.
Ron gave a few more thrusts before he slammed in once more and came eyes squeezed shut, lip caught between his teeth as he moaned and collapsed. Bracing one arm against the table, he panted eyes closed and sweat dripping down.
A few moments later he was able to pull out of the blonde and kiss in between his shoulders once more before grabbing his wand and casting a cleaning spell. Draco tried to get up but Ron rested a hand between his shoulders blades, holding him down.
Draco twisted around glared at him. “What are you doing?”
Ron smiled at the somewhat hoarse tone Draco used before the smile changed into a smirk. “Putting everything back in its place,” he said simply with a shrug.
Reaching over he grabbed the dildo and looked at it before looking at Draco’s arse. “Might be a little looser,” he said before placing the tip at Draco’s used hole.
He felt the blonde shiver and he looked up to see him biting his lips, pupils dilated with lust. Locking his gaze with Draco and slowly slid in back into Draco and moved it in and out a few time, making sure to aim for the prostate, watching as Draco keened from the over simulation before pressing it in and leaving it there. He felt the blonde shiver slightly and he smiled and stepped back releasing the blonde.
The two of them dressed in silence and made sure everything was in order, including hiding the two large hickes on Draco’s neck. Ron was about to leave when he felt a hand on his arm and he turned to look at Draco raising an eyebrow.
“Here’s my card, I do…personal massages as well,” Draco said with a coy smile and a wink.
“Well you know, I have to do a lot of paperwork, and my neck is always stiff,” Ron said smirking as he pocketed the card.
Draco nodded and dropped his hand from Ron’s arm. Ron nodded once to the blonde watching as Draco turned and began to clean up. Running a hand through his hair and tugging at his shirt slightly he opened the door to see Harry leaning against the wall.
“Good?” Harry asked.
“My neck feels good,” Ron said with a smile.
“Did you freak out when you saw Malfoy?”
“Nope,” Ron said. “Hermione would be proud.”
“He’s good isn’t he?” Harry asked pushing himself off the wall as the two of them began to walk.
“Yes he is.”
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