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Title; The Masseuse (3/10)
Rating; NC-17
Pairing; Ron/Draco
Word Count; 926
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 3
by; Mack
It had been nine months since Moody had ordered the massage for his Aurors and if anyone had bothered to check Ron’s bank statements they would’ve seen numerous visits from the same masseuse, or him visiting the same masseuse.
It wasn’t that hard for the first three months, Ron would simply ask for Draco and they would send him over and the two of them would have sex for an hour and then Draco would leave. But then Draco had given him his Floo number and Ron had started going over once a week to fuck Draco, or Draco would come over more than one night and they would fuck. They now had sex at least four nights a week, sometimes six, but neither of them stayed for more than an hour or two and they had never kissed.
Ron didn’t even know what was going on with Draco’s life right now.
He did however know that Draco had both of his nipples pierced, as well as his tongue and has silver hoop running up each ears - four in his left and five in his right. He knew that his bellybutton was sensitive, and that he had no gag reflex.
Draco liked to be fucked hard, and he loved to be filled and it was hard to find him awake, without something up his arse, whether it was a dildo, butt plug or Ron’s cock. He knew that Draco liked it rough, and so on the rare occasion he got to prepare Draco it was one finger, two if he was lucky, before Draco demanded that Ron fuck him already.
Ron knew that his favourite dildo was the black one, because it was wider, and there was a switch you could flick to send it vibrating, and another switch to make it move, as well as an intensity dial. You could turn the speed up or down depending on personal choice. Ron liked it as well, liked to watch it piston in and out of that perfect arse as the perfect mouth was sucking him off, using the tongue piercing to the greatest effect.
They had never had sex face to face; Ron always took him from behind, bent over something, on all fours or arse in the air. A few times Draco had ridden him bouncing up and down and Ron had laid there looking up at Draco’s back, arms wrapped around the long torso, teasing the blondes body until he was trembling and coming with a scream of completion.
Draco liked to be fucked from both ends. Usually he would hold whatever dildo he had used in his mouth, slurping it down as Ron slammed into him, but other times it would be in his arse, controlled either by Ron or by magic, as he sucked Ron down.
Each time they had sex Ron had to fight the temptation to ask Draco something personal, something that could change their relationship. He liked how it was now, no strings attached, but the temptation to ask prodding questions was almost too much for him. He liked to know what was going on.
Ron heard the Floo chime and he stood up; his train of thought was broken as he saw Draco step through nothing but a smirk and a pair of pants on. Ron nodded once to him and went to close the Floo and raise the wards so no one could get in. By the time he turned around Draco was bent over the couch, the black dildo he loved so much sticking out of his arse.
Keeping his face blank he quickly shed his own clothes and moved closer, legs flush with Draco’s as he place a hand on his lower back and slowly drew the vibrating dildo out and handed it to Draco who turned it off and slurped it down with a moan. Ron watched for a moment, knowing that the sight of the black dildo in Draco’s mouth, lips stretched wide over it, would never get old.
Quickly slicking up his erection he slammed into Draco without any warning, and with only a grunt he began to fuck Draco hard, hearing the chair scrap across the floor and having to take a step to keep his momentum going.
He heard Draco moan and he looked down to see the blondes eyes closed in pleasure, the dildo buried in his throat. His hips sped up, and his fingers tightened knowing from experience that Malfoy bruised easily, and there would be fading marks the next time he saw him. Digging his nails in slightly he felt Draco tense up before the blonde was coming, and he followed soon after collapsing against him for a moment before he slipped out and cast the cleaning charms before taking the dildo back, and sliding it inside Draco. He pushed it in and out a few times before stepping back.
This was a practiced routine. They would have sex, Ron would put the dildo back in, exchange a few pleasantries and then they would be on their way, until the next time.
“So how’s work?” Draco asked this time no different any others.
“Good, just finished up paperwork, so I don’t have to work late anymore. What about you?”
“Good, we got a few new customers so they keep us busy.”
“Sounds good.”
“Yeah.”
“So I’ll see you later yeah?”
“Yeah, have a nice night.”
Then Draco would leave and Ron would collapse on the couch feeling the temptation to follow the blonde, and not knowing why.
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Rating; NC-17
Pairing; Ron/Draco
Word Count; 926
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 3
by; Mack
It had been nine months since Moody had ordered the massage for his Aurors and if anyone had bothered to check Ron’s bank statements they would’ve seen numerous visits from the same masseuse, or him visiting the same masseuse.
It wasn’t that hard for the first three months, Ron would simply ask for Draco and they would send him over and the two of them would have sex for an hour and then Draco would leave. But then Draco had given him his Floo number and Ron had started going over once a week to fuck Draco, or Draco would come over more than one night and they would fuck. They now had sex at least four nights a week, sometimes six, but neither of them stayed for more than an hour or two and they had never kissed.
Ron didn’t even know what was going on with Draco’s life right now.
He did however know that Draco had both of his nipples pierced, as well as his tongue and has silver hoop running up each ears - four in his left and five in his right. He knew that his bellybutton was sensitive, and that he had no gag reflex.
Draco liked to be fucked hard, and he loved to be filled and it was hard to find him awake, without something up his arse, whether it was a dildo, butt plug or Ron’s cock. He knew that Draco liked it rough, and so on the rare occasion he got to prepare Draco it was one finger, two if he was lucky, before Draco demanded that Ron fuck him already.
Ron knew that his favourite dildo was the black one, because it was wider, and there was a switch you could flick to send it vibrating, and another switch to make it move, as well as an intensity dial. You could turn the speed up or down depending on personal choice. Ron liked it as well, liked to watch it piston in and out of that perfect arse as the perfect mouth was sucking him off, using the tongue piercing to the greatest effect.
They had never had sex face to face; Ron always took him from behind, bent over something, on all fours or arse in the air. A few times Draco had ridden him bouncing up and down and Ron had laid there looking up at Draco’s back, arms wrapped around the long torso, teasing the blondes body until he was trembling and coming with a scream of completion.
Draco liked to be fucked from both ends. Usually he would hold whatever dildo he had used in his mouth, slurping it down as Ron slammed into him, but other times it would be in his arse, controlled either by Ron or by magic, as he sucked Ron down.
Each time they had sex Ron had to fight the temptation to ask Draco something personal, something that could change their relationship. He liked how it was now, no strings attached, but the temptation to ask prodding questions was almost too much for him. He liked to know what was going on.
Ron heard the Floo chime and he stood up; his train of thought was broken as he saw Draco step through nothing but a smirk and a pair of pants on. Ron nodded once to him and went to close the Floo and raise the wards so no one could get in. By the time he turned around Draco was bent over the couch, the black dildo he loved so much sticking out of his arse.
Keeping his face blank he quickly shed his own clothes and moved closer, legs flush with Draco’s as he place a hand on his lower back and slowly drew the vibrating dildo out and handed it to Draco who turned it off and slurped it down with a moan. Ron watched for a moment, knowing that the sight of the black dildo in Draco’s mouth, lips stretched wide over it, would never get old.
Quickly slicking up his erection he slammed into Draco without any warning, and with only a grunt he began to fuck Draco hard, hearing the chair scrap across the floor and having to take a step to keep his momentum going.
He heard Draco moan and he looked down to see the blondes eyes closed in pleasure, the dildo buried in his throat. His hips sped up, and his fingers tightened knowing from experience that Malfoy bruised easily, and there would be fading marks the next time he saw him. Digging his nails in slightly he felt Draco tense up before the blonde was coming, and he followed soon after collapsing against him for a moment before he slipped out and cast the cleaning charms before taking the dildo back, and sliding it inside Draco. He pushed it in and out a few times before stepping back.
This was a practiced routine. They would have sex, Ron would put the dildo back in, exchange a few pleasantries and then they would be on their way, until the next time.
“So how’s work?” Draco asked this time no different any others.
“Good, just finished up paperwork, so I don’t have to work late anymore. What about you?”
“Good, we got a few new customers so they keep us busy.”
“Sounds good.”
“Yeah.”
“So I’ll see you later yeah?”
“Yeah, have a nice night.”
Then Draco would leave and Ron would collapse on the couch feeling the temptation to follow the blonde, and not knowing why.
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