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Ron walked fast, like he was barely holding back the urge to just drag Draco down some alley and deal with him right there, as his heart was pounding hard enough that he could feel it in his throat, in his hands, in the way his cock throbbed painfully against the tight press of his trousers. Behind him, he could hear Draco's sharp little breaths, the scuff of expensive shoes on the cobblestones as Draco hurried to keep up. There was hardly any distance between them, he was close enough Ron could feel Draco’s eyes burning into his back. Neither of them said a word. There was no banter now, no teasing remarks, just thick, heavy silence that said everything about how close they both were to snapping. When they passed people, Ron didn’t even register them—didn’t care who saw them walking together, didn’t care what anyone might think. All that mattered was getting them both out of sight and somewhere private before he pinned Draco to the nearest flat surface he could find.
As they turned off the main road and into the quieter side streets, Ron fished into his pocket for the key to Bill’s place, fingers shaking slightly as he gripped the cool metal. Behind him, Draco was still following, but Ron could tell by the quickened pace that Draco knew they were close, probably just as desperate as Ron was to be somewhere he could stop pretending. Finally, Ron stopped in front of the door, a simple brown door tucked between two larger flats, nothing to make it stand out. He shoved the key into the lock, twisting it hard, and pushed the door open so fast it banged against the inside wall.
"Get in…" Ron said, glancing back over his shoulder, his voice low and rough with restraint.
Draco stepped inside with a sharp breath, brushing against Ron’s chest as he passed, because of course he would get one last dig in before Ron got his hands on him. Ron kicked the door shut behind them and locked it with a flick of his wand, the loud click of the bolt sliding home sounding like a starting gun. The second that lock turned, something in both of them snapped. Draco turned just as Ron dropped his bag to the floor, and for a moment they just stared at each other, both breathing hard, both wrecked with want.
“You’re a fucking menace...” Ron muttered, taking a step forward, his voice dark.
“You’re one to talk…” Draco shot back, but his voice shook a little and Ron loved hearing it, loved seeing that little crack in Draco’s armour, the way he seemed like he was barely holding himself together. Ron stalked forward, and Draco backed up, just one step, two, until his back hit the wall beside the door. Ron crowded in, planting one hand on the wall beside Draco’s head, the other fisting into Draco’s tie and jerking him forward so hard their chests slammed together.
“You’ve been asking for this all fucking day…” Ron said against Draco’s lips. “Walking around like you didn’t care who saw you eyeing me up. Bending over like you wanted to get fucked right there on the damn tables...”
Draco gasped, but he didn’t argue, just glared up at Ron, lips parted in a pout, eyes dark.
“And you…” Ron continued, voice dropping lower, more dangerous. "Trying to act all innocent? Sucking on that quill, licking your lips like you didn’t know exactly what it’d do to me?"
"I didn’t—" Draco started, but Ron yanked the tie again, pulling him closer until they were nose-to-nose.
"Don’t even try to lie to me, Malfoy," Ron growled. "You wanted my attention. Now you’ve got it."
And then he kissed him, hard, almost bruising, like he wanted to devour him. Like he wanted to kiss him so thoroughly he couldn’t think about teasing anyone else ever again. Draco whimpered into Ron’s mouth, finally breaking, his hands flying up to grab Ron’s shirt, fisting in the fabric like he was trying to hold himself up. Ron shoved his thigh between Draco’s legs, grinding up hard enough to make Draco gasp into the kiss, his hips jerking forward to chase the friction.
“Yeah, that’s it…” Ron murmured against his mouth, kissing him again, deeper, tongue sliding over Draco’s until Draco moaned helplessly. “That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? Wanted me to see you? Wanted me to drag you somewhere and fuck you so hard you forget how to stand?”
Draco nodded frantically, breath ragged, grinding down against Ron’s thigh like he couldn’t stop.
"Tell me…" Ron growled, biting Draco’s lip before pulling back just enough to glare down at him. "Say what you want, Malfoy."
Draco panted, eyes wide, cheeks flushed dark. "Want you to fuck me…" he whispered, and Ron groaned at hearing that sweet, filthy confession from Draco’s perfect lips.
"Yeah?" Ron rasped, hands sliding down to Draco’s hips, gripping hard enough to bruise as he dragged Draco tight against him, grinding their cocks together through the layers of clothes. "That’s what you want?"
"Yes," Draco gasped, "fuck, Ron, please—"
Ron groaned low in his throat and spun Draco around so fast he gasped, slamming him back against the wall, pressing up behind him, his hands already sliding around to undo Draco’s belt, yanking at the fastenings of his trousers.
"You’re not walking right tomorrow…" Ron muttered darkly, teeth scraping against Draco’s neck as he shoved the trousers and pants down in one rough motion.
Draco let out a wrecked little moan, hands flat against the wall, trembling already.
"Promise?" Draco whispered, voice hoarse. Ron grinned, rough and dangerous, as he leaned in close, lips brushing Draco’s ear.
"Oh, I swear it. After that shit you pulled today? I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll be begging me to stop..."
And with that Ron pressed in tighter, one hand already sliding down between Draco’s thighs, teasing at the hardness there, as he reached for his wand with the other to cast a quick prep spell. Draco wasn’t getting away unscathed. And tonight, Ron was going to make sure Draco felt every second of what he’d been asking for. Ron's breath hitched sharply as his hands dug into Draco's hips, and for a moment, as he pressed his body up close and tight behind him, his mind reeled, spinning right back to earlier that day.
Back to the way Draco had looked in that steamy Ministry shower, when Ron had first dared him, voice dark, half-teasing, half-serious, to let go, to piss right there with Ron kneeling before him like a fucking sinner at confession. And Draco had done it, he'd stood there, looking down at Ron like he was beautiful, face flushed and eyes dark with want, as he'd let out a slow, steady stream, soaking Ron's thighs, his cock twitching as he did, like he couldn’t believe he was doing it but also couldn't stop. And Ron had loved watching Draco come undone like that, doing something so filthy, so utterly wrong in every polite sense of the word, but so fucking right in the way it had made Ron’s stomach twist and his cock ache. And before that, Ron had pissed on Draco, watching him tilt his chin up and take it, eyes half-lidded, flushed so deep Ron thought he might combust. The memory slammed into Ron like a freight train, making his cock throb against Draco’s bare skin, and he let out a low, rough groan, dragging his teeth along Draco’s neck, biting down hard enough to make Draco writhe.
"Ron—" Draco gasped, arching back against him, hands splayed flat against the wall, hips pushing back like he couldn’t get close enough.
Ron shoved one hand up under Draco’s shirt, nails scraping down his side as he leaned in, pressing his lips right to Draco’s ear.
"You remember earlier?" Ron rasped, voice wrecked and low, hips grinding up to emphasize every filthy thought racing through his head. "In the showers?"
Draco shuddered, and Ron felt it all the way down to the way Draco's thighs tensed under his grip.
“Y-you–” Draco started, but Ron nipped at his earlobe, hard enough to make him gasp.
"Yeah," Ron growled. "You standing there, pissing all over my thighs while I knelt for you. You remember that?"
Draco let out a sharp, wrecked little sound, and his hips jerked back against Ron, like the memory itself was enough to make him ache. Ron grinned against his neck, licking up the line of Draco's throat, before whispering, taunting—
"And the way I pissed on you before that? You looked so fucking good—"soaked, looking up at me like you’d do anything I said."
Draco whimpered, his legs trembling.
"You liked that…" Ron whispered, like a confession, like a sin, voice rough and thick with need. "You loved that, didn’t you? Being filthy for me."
"Fuck—fuck, Ron—" Draco gasped, and it was so desperate, so wrecked and needy that Ron had to bite back a groan, his cock pressing hard against him.
"And now," Ron went on, voice dark and soft, like a secret against Draco’s skin, "all I can think about is doing it again. Getting you on your knees for me, watching you beg for it. Watching you leak for me ‘cause you’re so desperate for it..."
Draco whined, his head tipping forward to rest against the wall, body shaking under Ron’s hands.
“You wanna be filthy for me. My pretty little thing, doing all the things you’d never let anyone else see…" Ron teased, hips grinding in harder now, hand moving to stroke Draco’s cock, slow and firm, dragging his thumb over the head to smear the leaking wetness there.
"Yes," Draco gasped, so fast, so broken that Ron groaned, fingers tightening around him. "Fuck, Ron, yes, anything—"
Ron grinned, but there was something soft under it too, something darkly fond, like he loved that Draco would fall apart for him this way, would trust him enough to give him this side of himself.
"Because you’re mine, Malfoy. You know that, yeah? You’d do what I say." Ron murmured, pressing a kiss to the shell of Draco’s ear, biting it gently.
Draco shivered, nodding frantically, his voice coming out in a whisper, "Yours—"
Ron hummed, pleased, rocking his hips forward again as his hand worked Draco’s cock in slow, teasing strokes.
"Next time," Ron whispered, "I’m gonna get you on your knees again, just like in that shower. And I’m gonna watch you do it. Gonna make you look me in the eye while you make a mess all over yourself."
Draco let out a choked, wrecked moan, hips jerking into Ron’s hand, so close already, so far gone from just the words.
"And maybe," Ron added, voice dropping darker, more dangerous, "maybe I’ll let you return the favour. Get me on my knees for you, yeah? Would you like that? Watch me let go for you, just like I watched you?"
"Ron—" Draco whined, twisting in his grip, eyes squeezed shut, face flushed red, trembling all over now.
"Yeah, you would…" Ron murmured, nipping at his neck again, biting marks into his skin. "My filthy little thing..."
Draco was shaking, breath ragged, pushing back against Ron like he couldn’t get close enough— And fuck, Ron was hard enough to ache, but for now, he wanted to see Draco fall apart first.
“Go on then,” Ron whispered, mouth right at Draco’s ear, hand moving faster on his cock now, relentless. “Show me. Show me how filthy you are for me.”
And as Draco cried out, coming undone in Ron’s hand, hips jerking, body trembling against the wall, Ron knew this was what he wanted. Draco, wrecked and ruined, all for him. And when Draco sagged back against the wall, panting, spent but still flushed with need, Ron leaned in, voice soft but sharp with promise.
“Next time, it will be more than just come...”
And fuck if the broken moan Draco let out didn’t go straight to Ron’s cock, already plotting exactly how he’d make Draco beg for it when that time came. Ron’s breath was still heavy as he pressed up behind Draco, his hand slowing as he milked the last aftershocks of Draco’s orgasm, feeling the way Draco shuddered, trembling in his hold, completely wrecked.
But even as Draco sagged against the wall, his body spent, Ron could feel him—could sense the way Draco still responded to every dark word he breathed, like Ron’s filthy mouth was more effective than anything else.
“Merlin,” Ron groaned, leaning in to bite gently at Draco’s flushed neck, licking over the sharp little marks he’d left. "You love this shit, don’t you? Love me saying all this filth in your ear, making you fall apart like a wanton little thing."
Draco whimpered, but he didn’t deny it, his hands pressing against the wall for balance, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Ron smirked against his skin, dragging his teeth over Draco’s pulse, feeling how fast his heart was still racing.
“You get off on it so hard too…” Ron said, moving his hand down to stroke over Draco’s hip, teasing along the sensitive skin where he knew Draco would twitch. "Like it's some kind of fucking Muggle drug, gets into your system and makes you needy, desperate. You like to hear me talk like that, yeah?"
Draco let out a wrecked, breathless sound that was somewhere between a moan and a plea. Ron grinned, but there was something dark and raw beneath it, because he wasn't just saying it for Draco's benefit anymore. He was trying to process it too. Because fuck, if someone had asked him a week ago what he thought about all this, about pissplay, about talking filthy to someone while they fucking leaked, he would've laughed in their face. Probably made some sickened noise and waved it off like a joke. But now? Now, with Draco panting and trembling in his hands, flushed and ruined because of the things Ron had done and said? Ron wasn’t so sure. Because while he knew Draco loved it… loved every filthy word, loved being called out, loved how Ron could push him right to that edge, Ron realized that he liked something about it too.
Not the act itself, maybe, not the actual pissing, though fuck if Draco hadn’t made that look like the hottest thing Ron had ever seen, but something about what it meant. About the way Draco gave in to him so completely, trusted him enough to show him that side, to let go in ways he probably wouldn’t even admit to himself. About the way Draco would shake and moan and fall apart when Ron pushed him there. And yeah… Ron liked that. Liked having that kind of power over Draco. Liked knowing he was a person Draco would let see him like this, filthy and beautiful and completely undone. As he pressed a slow kiss behind Draco’s ear, Ron let out a soft, breathless chuckle.
“If anyone had told me last week I’d have you like this, Malfoy—” he murmured, voice low, “—I’d have laughed in their face. Said they were fucking mad."
Draco gave a soft, hoarse laugh of his own, leaning back into Ron’s chest like he couldn’t hold himself up anymore.
“Y-you didn’t think you’d be here…” Draco whispered, still breathless, but there was a grin in his voice, soft and wrecked. “Didn’t think you’d be the one holding me while I pissed on you, huh, Weasley?"
Ron groaned, but his hand slid back down to Draco’s cock, giving it a soft, teasing stroke that made Draco gasp again, still sensitive.
“No, didn’t think that…” Ron admitted, pressing his lips to Draco’s shoulder. "But I liked it. Fuck me, Malfoy, I liked seeing you lose control for me."
Draco let out a soft moan, shifting against Ron, clearly still feeling it.
"And you," Ron murmured, voice rough with something that wasn’t quite teasing anymore—something darker, more real, "Watching you stand there, taking it, all flushed and hard like a little fucking deviant."
Draco groaned, dropping his head against the wall, but he didn’t argue.
"Liked seeing me make a mess of you…" Ron whispered, his lips dragging over Draco’s ear, nipping at the lobe. Draco shivered, and Ron could feel his cock giving the slightest twitch, even though he’d just come.
"Fuck," Ron muttered, voice low and serious now, "you're making me like shit I didn’t think I ever would."
Draco laughed, breathless and soft, turning his head slightly to glance back at Ron, his cheeks still pink, eyes dark and satisfied.
"Maybe you were always a bit filthy, Weasley," Draco whispered, smirking faintly, "and just needed someone to bring it out of you..."
Ron huffed a laugh against Draco’s skin, but his grip tightened slightly around Draco’s waist, as if holding him close would make it easier to understand what was happening between them.
“Maybe I did," Ron admitted, nuzzling into Draco’s neck, a soft kiss pressing there—gentler now. For a long moment, they just stood there—Ron holding Draco against him, both of them breathing hard, bodies still buzzing with leftover adrenaline and need.
"Still gonna get you on your knees…" Ron murmured, but this time his voice was softer, like a secret he was letting Draco in on. "Gonna make you show me how far you’ll go for me, yeah?"
Draco shuddered, his whole body jerking slightly in Ron’s hold, and fuck, the way Draco’s cock twitched in his hand, oversensitive but still responsive, even though he’d just come. Ron smirked, slow and dark, rolling his hips forward so Draco could feel exactly how hard Ron still was against him.
"You would want that…" Ron murmured against Draco’s ear, squeezing just a little tighter around his softening cock, dragging his thumb over the sensitive head in lazy strokes. "Wouldn’t you?"
Draco let out a weak, choked gasp, his head dropping back against Ron’s shoulder, hands twitching against the wall like he didn’t know whether to push away or push closer.
"You’d let me stand over you," Ron said, voice a low, slow purr, every word sinking into Draco’s overheated skin. "Let me watch you while I do it. Let me see how flushed you get. How fucking hard you’d be."
Draco whimpered, a soft, helpless sound, and Ron groaned because fuck, he loved pulling those sounds out of him.
"You’d let me fill up that perfect little space between your thighs, wouldn’t you?" Ron went on, smirking against Draco’s neck, his hand still moving slow over Draco’s cock, even as it twitched weakly in the aftermath of release.
Draco was shaking, breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps, his body so wrecked and sensitive, but not once did he tell Ron to stop. Because he liked how Ron talked to him, liked the way Ron’s voice wrapped around him like it owned him, like it knew him better than anyone else ever had. Ron hummed low in his throat, fingers tightening slightly around Draco’s waist, holding him.
"You like it, don’t you, Malfoy?" Ron whispered, teasing. "The thought of me pissing between your legs, watching it drip down, making a mess of you..."
Draco whined, helpless, and Ron felt the way his cock gave another weak twitch, his hips shifting like he was trying to press closer despite being so spent. Ron smirked, pleased.
"Yeah, you do…" Ron murmured, pressing another soft, possessive kiss against Draco’s throat. "You fucking love it."
Draco swallowed hard, his whole body still shaking, his hands gripping at the wall like he needed something to hold onto.
“…Only you," Draco whispered hoarsely, voice wrecked but sure.
Ron froze for a fraction of a second.
Only you.
Ron felt something tighten in his chest—something hot and dangerous in the way it felt so fucking right. His grip on Draco’s waist tightened slightly, his lips pressing firm against Draco’s skin, his next words slipping out before he could stop them.
"Yeah," Ron murmured, voice lower now, quieter but still possessive. "Only me."
Draco let out a shuddering breath, body going loose in Ron’s arms, like that was exactly what he’d needed to hear. Ron held him there for a moment longer, fingers pressing into Draco’s hips, lips brushing over the sweat-damp skin of his throat.
"Come on," Ron said, voice still husky but softer now, something different creeping into the edges of it. "Let’s get inside properly before we end up fucking against the damn door."
Draco let out a breathless little laugh, still shaky, but nodded. And as Ron finally pulled back, guiding Draco towards the bedroom. Ron wasn’t even thinking about Bill as he led Draco into the bedroom. Because fuck… if Bill had wanted to keep his bed untouched, he shouldn’t have left Ron with a key. Shouldn’t have left a perfectly good bed sitting here, waiting to be used. And Ron was going to use it.
Draco followed behind him, quieter now, like the raw heat of earlier had simmered into something else. Something that wasn’t less, but different. Ron turned to face him just as Draco started undoing his shirt, fingers working the buttons slowly, methodically, like he was taking his time—not for Ron’s sake, but because he wanted Ron to watch.
Draco slid the shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, standing there in nothing but his trousers, skin pale and flushed from earlier, a few scattered marks from Ron’s mouth still visible along his throat and collarbone. Ron swallowed hard, heart pounding now, because Draco Malfoy was— Beautiful. Had he always been like this? Had he always been this fucking stunning, and Ron had just been blind? Or was it because they had already fucked—because they had already done… things together—that Ron was seeing him differently now? Had tasting him, filling him, made Ron realize just how much he wanted to keep doing it? Ron barely realized he was staring until Draco smirked, one brow lifting, his hands drifting down to undo his belt, then the fastenings of his trousers.
“You’re staring, Weasley…” Draco murmured, teasing but not biting, his voice lower now, softer, like he wanted Ron to look. Ron licked his lips, watching as Draco pushed his trousers down, stepping out of them, leaving him completely bare.
Ron’s mouth went dry. He had seen Draco naked before, had touched him, fucked him— But now, standing here, watching Draco undress so slowly— It was different. Like Draco was giving him this. Ron exhaled, a little unsteady, and reached out, his fingers almost brushing Draco’s skin before stopping, hesitating. This wasn’t like earlier—wasn’t like when Ron had grabbed Draco roughly, had pinned him, had spoken filth into his ear until Draco was a writhing, desperate mess. This was quieter. Still charged, still soaked in tension, but gentler now.
So when Ron’s fingers finally met Draco’s skin, it wasn’t rough. It was soft. His hand skated over Draco’s hip, up his side, over the sharp jut of his ribs, just touching him. Feeling him.
And Draco—fuck. Draco melted into it. His breath hitched, his eyes half-lidded, body tilting slightly toward Ron’s touch like he needed it. Ron’s chest tightened. Because fuck, Draco was—Beautiful. Not just in the obvious way—the sharp cheekbones, the aristocratic features, the way his body was lean and taut and perfectly built for sin. But in the way he was looking at Ron now—like he wanted this, like he needed this just as much as Ron did.
“Draco…” Ron murmured, barely even aware he had used his first name.
Draco’s lips parted slightly, his throat working in a tight swallow. Ron’s fingers tightened slightly against his skin, like he was grounding himself, trying to wrap his head around this—around them.
Draco leaned in, like he was going to kiss him, slow and soft—But Ron beat him to it, closing the distance first, his lips pressing against Draco’s in a kiss that wasn’t rough, wasn’t demanding—Just deep.
Draco sighed into it, his hands coming up to rest against Ron’s chest, not gripping, not pulling—just there, resting, like he wanted to feel Ron’s heartbeat under his fingers. And fuck, Ron let him. Because if earlier had been about heat and possession and wrecking each other, then this. This was something else.
Something Ron wasn’t quite ready to name yet. But something he wanted all the same. Ron had known—of course he had known—that Draco Malfoy would be a good kisser. The bloke was obnoxiously good at everything he did, from dueling to spellwork to making Ron lose his mind in the middle of a workday.
So yeah, of course he would be good at this too. Ron hadn’t been prepared for just how good. Draco’s lips moved slow, like he wasn’t in a rush, like he knew he could take his time—like he knew exactly what he was doing and exactly how Ron would respond. And fuck, Ron responded. Draco's hands slid over Ron’s chest, fingertips dragging softly down the fabric of his shirt and Ron groaned into the kiss, his hands moving without thinking, finding the sharp cut of Draco’s waist, the smooth heat of his skin, pulling him closer, because Draco felt good as he melted against him, one hand sliding up, fingers curling around the back of Ron’s neck, holding him there, deepening the kiss just slightly—just enough to make Ron’s breath stutter.
It was fucking unfair. Because Ron knew Draco had done this more than him. Knew Draco had probably kissed more people, had practiced with all the perfect pureblood heirs he’d been raised around, probably had some rich tutor at fifteen to teach him how to seduce—
And fuck, if that was the case, it had worked, money well spent. Draco’s lips were soft but firm, skilled in a way that made Ron ache, in a way that made Ron feel like he was being handled, like Draco was leading even though Ron was the one gripping him, the one pulling him in. Draco knew exactly how to kiss him, exactly how to tilt his head, how to suck gently on Ron’s bottom lip before dragging his tongue over it, how to breathe just right to keep the kiss deep but not rushed.
And the way he touched…? Fuck, Draco knew how to touch. Knew how to drag his fingertips over Ron’s collarbone, knew how to slide them into the short hairs at the nape of Ron’s neck and tug just enough to make Ron shudder. It was slow. It was deliberate. And it made Ron crazy.
A low, needy sound rumbled from his throat, and before he could stop himself, he was gripping Draco tighter, pulling him against his body, pressing him so close there was no space left between them. Draco let out a soft, pleased hum against Ron’s lips, pressing up onto his toes slightly, meeting Ron’s need with equal force. Ron’s hands slid lower, gripping Draco’s hips, fingers pressing into the skin, feeling the warmth of him, the way he fit so fucking well in his hands.
Draco’s tongue flicked softly against Ron’s, teasing, coaxing, and Ron groaned into the kiss, feeling his cock throb in his trousers, his whole body wired now, ready to take. Because fuck, he wasn’t sure if he was leading this or if Draco was, but it didn’t matter.
What mattered was that Draco was here, naked in his arms, kissing him like he meant it, touching him like he had always wanted to. Draco’s hands were sure now, moving over Ron’s chest, fingers dragging over the fabric of his shirt like he was memorizing the feel of it, like he was deciding something.
Ron didn’t mind. Didn’t mind the way Draco was guiding this now, taking control in that slow, careful way that made Ron feel like he was being handled, like Draco was working him out piece by piece, learning how to take him apart. It was different from earlier, different from when Ron had pinned him against the wall, when he had whispered filth into his ear and made Draco beg for him.
Like Draco was undoing him on purpose, peeling back layers, making him feel raw and exposed in a way that was somehow even worse than all the filthy shit they had done before. Let Draco move his hands down to the buttons of his shirt, fingers deft and quick, undoing them one by one, the backs of his knuckles brushing against Ron’s skin with every movement, teasing but not quite touching yet.
Ron’s breathing was coming harder now, heavier. He watched him, blue eyes dark and wide, drinking in every little movement Draco made, feeling his own body responding to the way Draco was touching him now—Like he was unwrapping something. Like Ron was his. The moment the last button came undone, Draco finally—finally—dragged his hands down Ron’s bare chest, feeling him properly, nails scraping lightly over his skin, lips curving into the faintest smirk when he felt the way Ron’s stomach tensed under the touch.
“Fuck…” Ron muttered, barely a breath, but Draco heard it and smirked wider. He pushed the fabric off Ron’s shoulders, slow, watching it as it slid down his arms, until it hit the floor with a quiet rustle. Then, finally, Draco leaned in again. This kiss was different now—softer, but not in a gentle way. More in a way that felt like ownership. Like Draco knew he had Ron now, and was taking his time to relish it. Draco’s mouth moved slow over his, tongue licking into Ron’s mouth, teasing and coaxing rather than demanding, like he was still leading, still pushing Ron exactly where he wanted him. Ron let Draco take whatever he wanted. Let himself be kissed, touched, let himself be handled by those sure, teasing hands. Draco explored now, his palms dragging over Ron’s skin, down his sides, over his stomach, feeling the way Ron shivered under his fingers. Like he was learning him properly. Like he was discovering something new, unrushed, taking his fucking time with it, because he could.
Ron let out a soft groan into Draco’s mouth, as his lips moved—down his jaw, down his throat, pressing open-mouthed kisses there, tongue flicking over the spots where Ron’s pulse jumped. Ron let his head fall back, breathing hard, letting Draco take what he wanted.
“Fuck, Draco…” he muttered, voice rough, hands gripping harder at Draco’s waist, trying to keep himself steady.
Draco hummed against his skin, pleased, before sinking lower, lips dragging down Ron’s chest, pressing over his collarbones, his sternum, licking over a nipple just to hear the sharp breath Ron let out. Draco was enjoying this. Enjoying leading, enjoying making Ron come apart.
Draco dropped to his knees, pressing his lips to the sharp cut of Ron’s hip, and Ron let out a deep, shuddering breath, fingers tangling into Draco’s soft, fine hair. Draco looked up at him then, smirking just slightly, his hands moving to Ron’s belt, undoing it with that same slow, teasing precision. Draco’s hands slipped under Ron’s waistband, fingers brushing over the heated skin just above his trousers—teasing, dragging this out like he was savoring every second of it.
Ron’s breath hitched, his cock already throbbing and hard, his entire body a tight coil of want—but Draco seemed determined to draw this out.
And then, without any real warning, Draco pushed him, his ands on Ron’s hips, firm, guiding him backward until his knees hit the edge of the bed, and he fell onto the mattress with a surprised grunt.
“Draco—” Ron started, but Draco was already following, already crawling up over him with that same controlled slowness, his eyes never leaving Ron’s as he settled himself between Ron’s parted thighs.
He looked… Beautiful. Utterly fucking gorgeous with his pale skin flushed and his hair a mess from Ron’s fingers, his lips kiss-swollen and parted, eyes dark with something that wasn’t just lust but something that made Ron’s chest feel too tight.
Draco didn’t speak, didn’t taunt him, didn’t sneer, didn’t even try to reclaim control by throwing insults or filth at him. He just moved. He leaned down, his mouth finding Ron’s throat, lips pressing soft kisses there, gentle at first, just the brush of warmth against his skin, but then his tongue flicked out, licking over the spot where Ron’s pulse pounded just beneath the surface, and Ron couldn’t help the low groan that rumbled from his chest.
Draco took that as permission and continued, lips moving down, tracing the line of Ron’s collarbone, sucking gently before dragging his teeth over the skin just enough to make Ron twitch. Ron was losing his mind. Because this wasn’t the frantic, desperate fucking they’d done before. This was something different, like he was studying Ron, learning him, tasting him like he was something Draco wanted to cherish rather than just use.
Draco’s mouth moved lower, slowly—pressing kisses over Ron’s chest, his sternum, down over his ribs, his hands sliding along Ron’s sides, fingertips tracing over scars and muscle, mapping him, the way Draco was touching him felt too good to interrupt, felt too fucking right to question. When Draco’s mouth finally found one of Ron’s nipples, Ron’s breath stuttered, his chest arching up into the touch. Draco’s tongue was wicked—flicking over the sensitive bud before dragging his teeth over it, just a hint of pressure before he soothed the sting with another slow, warm lick.
Ron’s fingers dug into the sheets, his own control fraying at the edges, his body reacting helplessly to every move Draco made.
“Fuck, Malfoy…” Ron groaned, his voice rough, breath shuddering as Draco’s lips continued to move over his skin.
“Draco.” Draco corrected softly, voice muffled against Ron’s chest as he kept moving, kept pressing soft, heated kisses lower and lower. “I like it when you use my name.”
And fuck, that did something to Ron as his fingers twitched where they gripped the sheets, his whole body strung tight as he let Draco continue. He couldn’t quite make sense of what was happening—couldn’t quite understand why this felt so different. So—intimate.
Draco’s mouth moved lower, his lips tracing over the sharp line of Ron’s hip, his fingers dragging the fabric of Ron’s trousers down, baring more skin, making Ron’s breath come faster, his chest heaving. He didn’t rush. Didn’t demand. Didn’t even say a word. He just touched—kissed—licked—every movement slow and deliberate, like he was determined to memorize every inch of Ron’s body.
Ron couldn’t help but react to it, his hips lifted of their own accord when Draco finally tugged his trousers down, his cock springing free, flushed and aching, leaking precum against his stomach. Draco looked at him then, eyes flicking up to meet Ron’s—smirking, in a way that was—pleased. Satisfied. Like he’d gotten exactly what he wanted. Ron swallowed hard, his voice coming out wrecked and raw.
“You always have to be so damn thorough?”
Draco’s smirk twitched wider, but there was something soft in his expression, something that made Ron’s chest feel too tight and his throat too dry.
“I’m nothing if not a perfectionist…” Draco murmured, his fingers sliding along Ron’s thighs, parting them wider, his touch light but possessive. “And you, Weasley… You’re worth being thorough with.”
The words hit Ron like a physical blow, his whole body jerking at the sincerity of it, but before he could respond—before he could even properly process what Draco had just said—Draco’s mouth descended over his cock, hot and wet and perfect. Ron’s head snapped back against the pillow, a broken groan tearing from his throat.
“Fuck—”
Draco’s tongue was wicked, his mouth skilled, his lips sucking gently as he took Ron in, inch by inch, his eyes never leaving Ron’s as he devoured him. His hips bucked, but Draco’s hands were there, pressing him down, controlling him even as he pleasured him.
Ron’s hands found Draco’s hair, fingers tangling in the soft silken strands, and all he could think was—How the fuck did he ever think he could walk away from this? Because Draco had him now and Ron didn’t even want to fight it.
Ron’s breathing was already wrecked by the time Draco’s mouth was moving properly over his cock, sucking him down like Ron was the most decadent thing Draco had ever tasted. His lips were soft but insistent, his tongue wicked as it dragged over the sensitive head before slipping along the length, teasing, making Ron’s hips jerk and twitch no matter how hard he tried to stay still.
“Fuck, Draco—” Ron groaned, fingers fisting into the sheets, his chest heaving. Draco was methodical about it, and that was the worst part. He would drag his tongue over the slit, making Ron’s hips jerk, then suck him down deep enough to make Ron’s vision spark, only to pull back before he could reach that edge, leaving him teetering on the brink of pleasure only to be denied again.
It was fucking maddening, but it was also so good.Every time Ron’s breathing grew ragged, every time his cock pulsed like he was seconds away from coming, Draco would ease up—slowing down, his tongue dragging lazily over him, making the pleasure plateau instead of tipping over. Ron let out a broken, frustrated noise, his head dropping back against the pillows, hips twitching helplessly under Draco’s control.
“F-fucking tease—” Ron choked out, but there was no heat behind the words, just desperation, his hands trembling where they clutched at the sheets. Draco only smirked around his cock, the sight of those perfect lips stretched around him making Ron’s cock twitch hard enough to draw a soft, low moan from Draco’s throat.
Ron felt the vibration of it all the way up his spine, the way Draco’s mouth tightened just slightly before pulling off completely. The loss of warmth made Ron hiss through his teeth, but before he could complain, Draco was moving again.
Dragging his mouth down—lower. Licking over Ron’s balls, sucking them gently into his mouth one at a time, his tongue flicking over the sensitive skin in a way that made Ron’s legs twitch and his whole body shudder.
“Fuck, Draco—” Ron gasped, his voice wrecked, his head rolling back against the mattress, hands still tangled in the sheets because he didn’t trust himself to touch Draco right now, didn’t trust himself to do anything other than just take what he was being given. Draco hummed, like he was pleased by the way Ron was falling apart, his lips pressing soft kisses along the crease of Ron’s thighs before—
Ron shuddered, his whole body jerking when he felt Draco’s tongue swipe lower, it wasn’t even that Ron was opposed to the idea—It was just that no one had ever fucking done that to him before. Hell, Ron hadn’t even been aware he liked dudes until he and Draco had somehow ended up fucking that first time.
Draco’s hands slid under Ron’s thighs, lifting them just slightly, opening him up, and before Ron could even process what was happening, Draco’s tongue was there. Dragging over the sensitive skin, circling the tight muscle, licking over him like he was trying to drive Ron absolutely mad. Ron let out a broken groan, his hands flying up to cover his face because—fuck, the heat of embarrassment and arousal slammed into him all at once.
“Draco—fuck, I—” Ron choked out, his voice shaking, his legs trembling where Draco was holding him open.
But Draco didn’t stop, didn’t even hesitate. He just kept going. His tongue kept licking over Ron’s hole, teasing it with the kind of confidence that made Ron’s chest clench and his whole body ache.The slick heat of it, the way Draco’s mouth moved like he was devouring him—It was too much. Too much and not enough. Ron’s hands dragged down his face, his eyes blown wide as he looked down, catching sight of Draco’s blond head between his thighs, the sight alone making his cock jerk where it lay against his stomach, still hard and leaking.
“Draco—” Ron choked out, his voice raw and wrecked. “What the hell—”
But Draco only smirked against him, the sensation making Ron’s hips twitch, his thighs clenching around Draco’s shoulders.
“You like it…” Draco said, voice low and satisfied, the smugness seeping into every syllable. “Don’t even pretend that you don’t..”
Ron wanted to argue, to tell Draco to shut the fuck up— But the truth was he did like it. Liked the way Draco’s tongue felt as it dragged over him, the way he seemed to enjoy it, like this was something he’d wanted to do, was enjoying doing. And when Draco’s tongue pressed against his hole, pushing just slightly before pulling back and circling again, Ron let out a sound so desperate and wrecked that he barely even recognized it as his own. Draco’s fingers dug into his thighs, holding him still as he licked him open, like he couldn’t get enough, like he was determined to ruin Ron completely. And fuck, it was working. Ron’s cock was throbbing, his whole body tight and shaking, his mind a blur of pleasure and shock—
But the one thing he knew was that he wasn’t about to stop Draco, no, not when it felt this fucking good. Not when Draco was making him feel like this—Like he was special. Like he was his. And Ron wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to go back to anything else as Draco’s fingers dug into his thighs, holding him open with a grip that was somehow both firm and gentle—steadying him as his tongue fucked into him with a fervor Ron had never even considered. Ron’s whole body was shaking, his legs trembling where Draco had them lifted and spread, his breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps.
The slick, wet heat of Draco’s tongue, the way it lapped and teased and pushed into him, like Draco was trying to ruin him. Like Draco was enjoying it more than anything else, like he wanted this, needed this, was starving for it.
Ron’s hands clutched at the sheets, his hips twitching under Draco’s hold, his entire body a mess of pleasure and embarrassment and something that felt dangerously like surrender.
“Fuck, Draco—” Ron choked out, his voice wrecked, his throat tight and dry, words spilling out before he could stop them. “What the fuck—what the fuck are you—”
Draco’s laugh was a low, dark rumble against his skin, the sound vibrating through him, making Ron’s cock twitch helplessly where it lay against his stomach.
“What?” Draco murmured, his voice thick and heavy, his lips pressing a kiss to the sensitive skin just around Ron’s hole before dragging his tongue over it again, slow and languid. “No one’s ever done this for you before, Weasley?”
Ron swallowed hard, his head falling back against the pillow, his eyes squeezing shut as he tried to breathe. “N-no…”
“No?” Draco echoed, a soft wonder to his voice. “Never? Not even a toy?”
“No—” Ron managed, his voice a wrecked whisper, his body twitching helplessly under Draco’s mouth. “Never… never done this…”
“No fingers either?” Draco asked, but his tone was curious rather than cruel, his voice low and sultry, like he was genuinely interested in the answer. “No one else’s or even your own?”
Ron let out a shuddering breath, his cheeks burning, the words sticking in his throat, half-choked and humiliated but somehow more aroused than he’d ever been.
“Just—just once,” Ron admitted, his voice a bare rasp. “When I was—fuck, when I was fourteen or something. Just… just trying to figure out why gay blokes did it. It felt… weird. Didn’t like it.”
Draco went still for a moment, his fingers twitching slightly where they gripped Ron’s thighs, his breath hot against Ron’s skin, then Draco moaned, a low, wrecked sound that made Ron’s cock twitch again, his whole body responding to the sheer desperation in that noise.
“Gods, Ron…” Draco whispered, and his voice was trembling, wrecked, like the very idea of what Ron was saying was driving him mad. “So no one’s ever done this for you? No one’s ever tried?”
“No…” Ron admitted, his voice cracking around the word. “Never… no one’s ever…”
Draco moaned again, and before Ron could even process what was happening, Draco’s mouth was on him again, his tongue pushing against his hole, licking over him with a fervor that made Ron’s entire body shudder. And then—fuck—Draco’s tongue was fucking into him, deeper than before, like he was trying to fill him with nothing but his mouth, his nails digging into Ron’s thighs as if trying to steady himself.
“Draco—” Ron choked out, his voice desperate, his hips twitching, his chest heaving with every broken gasp.
Draco hummed against him, the sound making Ron’s eyes roll back in his head.
“You’re clenching around my tongue like you want more…” Draco whispered, his voice dark and hungry, his mouth never fully leaving Ron’s hole even as he spoke.
Ron groaned, his hands dragging over his own chest, trying to find something to ground himself. “I—fuck, Draco, I don’t—”
“Shh…” Draco soothed, his hands stroking over Ron’s thighs, his mouth returning to its work, tongue pressing in, licking and sucking and driving Ron to the brink of madness.
Ron’s whole body was trembling, his mind a hazy mess of pleasure and shock and confusion.
“So good for me,” Draco murmured between licks, his voice wrecked and hungry. “So responsive, Ron. You’re perfect like this…”
Ron’s chest hitched at the words, his breath coming faster, his cock throbbing against his stomach, leaving streaks of precum that made the skin feel sticky and heated.
And then Draco’s voice dipped even lower, his words trembling and needy and dark.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Ron?” Draco asked, the words slipping out like a filthy confession. “Are you curious? Wondering if you’d like it? If you’d like my cock inside you?”
Ron’s breath stuttered, his chest clenching as he tried to process what Draco was asking, because he’d never even thought about something like that—never even considered letting anyone do that to him. But now, with Draco’s tongue still fucking into him, his words dragging over him like the finest silk—
“I—” Ron’s voice cracked, his throat dry, his entire body strung tight with need. “I don’t… I don’t know…”
Draco let out another filthy moan, his breath shuddering against Ron’s skin.
“You’re thinking about it though, aren’t you?” Draco whispered, his lips pressing gentle kisses against Ron’s hole, tongue darting out to tease over the sensitive muscle. “Wondering if you’d like it… if you’d take all of me…”
Ron’s breath was a broken, desperate sound, his hands clenching the sheets again, his whole body on fire.
“Maybe—” he managed, his voice trembling.
And the way Draco moaned at that, the way his tongue worked even harder, was enough to make Ron feel like he was about to come apart completely, and when Draco’s finger slipped down to tease against him—just teasing, not sliding in but pressing lightly—Ron’s hips jerked, a helpless, broken sound tearing from his throat.
“Fuck, Draco…” Ron groaned, his voice ragged, his hands still clenched in the sheets like they were the only thing keeping him from completely losing it.
Draco hummed against him, his lips curving into a smirk that Ron could feel against his skin.
“You’d probably feel so good around me…” Draco murmured, his voice low and sinful, every word sinking into Ron’s overheated mind like a brand. “So tight… hot and slick and fucking perfect.”
Ron’s chest hitched, his whole body trembling, his cock twitching where it lay against his stomach, aching and leaking and so fucking hard he could barely think. Draco’s tongue kept moving, lapping over his hole, circling it with those slow, deliberate strokes, coaxing Ron’s body to relax even as his words made Ron’s pulse race.
“Bet I’d barely get the tip in before you started clenching…” Draco continued, his tone soft and hungry, like he was imagining it. “You’d probably squeeze down on me so tight I’d come from just entering you...”
Ron let out a shuddering breath, his legs twitching where Draco was holding him open, his body desperate for something he didn’t even fully understand.
“Fuck, Draco…” Ron choked out, his voice cracking, his chest heaving. “I—I don’t know if I—”
“That’s because you were alone,” Draco said, his voice calm, like he was simply stating a fact. “Didn’t know what you were doing. Didn’t have anyone to show you how good it could feel…”
The words made something twist inside Ron, something tight and hot and dangerous. He hadn’t known what he was doing. Hadn’t known how to relax, hadn’t known how to enjoy it. But now, with Draco’s mouth wrecking him and his fingers teasing him, that weird, awkward memory from when he was fourteen felt like it belonged to someone else entirely.
“Would you let me?” Draco whispered, his voice like a dark, sinful promise. “Would you let me open you up properly? Show you how good it can feel?”
Ron’s breath stuttered, his throat tight, his heart pounding so fucking hard he could barely hear himself think. Draco moaned again, that filthy, hungry sound that made Ron’s cock jerk where it lay against his stomach, precum smearing over his skin.
“Fuck, Ron…” Draco’s voice was trembling now, like the thought of it was driving him just as mad. “I bet you’d take me so well… Let me stretch you open… Fill you up until you can’t think about anything but how good it feels.”
Ron let out a choked, wrecked groan, his hips twitching under Draco’s hold, his entire body strung tight with need.
“Want me to show you?” Draco asked, his tone still that same low, sinful whisper. “Want me to make you feel good, Ron? Like really good?”
“Maybe… maybe a finger or two first,” Ron choked out, his voice a hoarse rasp, so fucking wrecked from everything Draco had been doing to him.
He could practically feel Draco’s smirk against his skin, lips pressing another soft kiss over him, like a reward for his words.
“A finger or two, hmm?” Draco repeated, his tone low and hungry, his breath washing over Ron’s slick skin. “Lucky for you, you’re already so loose from my tongue, Ron… Can probably take more than you think.”
Ron let out a shuddering groan, his fingers clenching in the sheets, his whole body tensing in anticipation.
And then—fuck—Draco’s finger was there.
Not one finger, but two. Draco pushed them in all at once, pressing deep in a slow, steady motion, like he wanted Ron to feel every inch of it.
Ron’s hips jerked at the sensation, his body clenching tight around Draco’s fingers, his breath stuttering as he tried to make sense of the new fullness.
“Fuck,” Ron hissed, his hands digging into the sheets, his whole body trembling as Draco’s fingers pressed deeper, stretching him in a way that felt both overwhelming and shockingly good.
Draco’s breath was hot against Ron’s skin as he kept his fingers still for a moment, letting Ron adjust, his voice low and dark and utterly sinful.
“You feel so good, Ron,” Draco whispered, his words slipping over Ron’s skin like velvet. “So fucking perfect around my fingers…”
Ron let out a wrecked groan, his head falling back against the pillow, his legs trembling where Draco held them open.
“Shit, Draco…” he managed, his voice trembling, his chest heaving. “I… Fuck, it’s…”
“Good?” Draco asked, his tone still that same quiet, hungry purr. “Because you feel incredible, Ron. So fucking tight… so warm… practically dragging my fingers in.”
Ron’s face was burning, his body helplessly responding to every filthy word, his cock twitching and throbbing where it lay neglected against his stomach.
“I… Fuck, yeah…” Ron admitted, his voice wrecked, his whole body quivering as Draco’s fingers began to move.
Slow, careful thrusts at first, just a gentle push and pull, just enough to make Ron’s breathing shudder and his legs tremble. Then Draco licked over him, his tongue swiping over his hole as his fingers moved, like he was trying to make Ron feel as wrecked as possible. Ron’s back arched off the mattress, a low, guttural sound ripping from his throat, his hands scrabbling at the sheets, his mind a blur of pleasure and confusion and fucking need.
“Gods, Ron…” Draco moaned, his voice rough and hungry, his fingers pressing deeper, curling just slightly in a way that made Ron’s vision white out for a split second. “You’re taking me so well… so fucking well…”
Ron’s legs were trembling, his whole body strung tight as Draco continued his slow, steady rhythm, those fingers working him open with a thoroughness that was almost tender. And when Draco’s mouth returned to his hole, tongue lapping around his fingers, teasing him even as he continued to press deeper—
Ron let out a broken, wrecked sob.
“Shhh… I know,” Draco whispered, his breath hot and ragged against Ron’s skin, his words slipping over him like a sinful caress. “You’re doing so well, Ron. Taking my fingers so perfectly… You’d take my cock just as well, wouldn’t you?”
Ron groaned, his mind spinning, his whole body a desperate, aching mess. “I…” Ron’s voice was barely a breath, his throat tight, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it was about to burst. “I think I… I want that…”
The sound Draco made was pure need, a low, filthy groan that seemed to vibrate through Ron’s entire body.
“I’ll make it so good for you… make you feel so fucking good…” Draco choked out, his voice wrecked, hi eyes were dark, blown wide with want as he looked down at Ron, fingers still working him open, slick and insistent, his gaze locked on Ron’s face like he was trying to memorize every twitch, every shudder.
Two fingers had already been enough to make his brain go static, but when Draco slid a third finger in, pressing deep in a single, slow thrust, Ron’s hips jerked, his back arching off the bed as a wrecked, guttural groan tore from his throat.
Ron gasped, his voice raw, his body clenching around Draco’s fingers, the stretch both too much and not enough at the same time.
“Shh… you’re doing so well, Ron,” Draco murmured, his voice a low, sinful purr. “Taking my fingers so perfectly… opening up for me so beautifully.”
“Gods…” Ron choked out, his fingers twisting into the sheets like he needed something to ground him. “Draco… fuck…”
“I can’t wait to see you like this with my cock inside you,” Draco whispered, his tone thick with desire. “To see how you’ll look when I fill you up. Bet you’ll be even more gorgeous than you are now.” Draco curled his fingers then, pressing against something deep inside him that made Ron’s entire body jerk.
“Ah—fuck!” Ron’s voice was wrecked, his hips twitching, his cock giving a weak spurt of precum that splattered against his own stomach. “What the—fuck, Draco—”
Draco’s smirk was positively sinful, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Found it, did I?”
Ron’s chest heaved, his eyes squeezed shut, his whole body shaking. “Fuck, yeah… yeah…”
“Good…” Draco murmured, his tone dark and hungry, fingers pressing against that spot again, making Ron’s whole body spasm as he let out a wrecked noise, his throat tight, his mind spinning. And when Draco leaned down, dragging his tongue up the length of Ron’s cock, Ron let out a shuddering groan, his hips twitching helplessly. Draco’s tongue licked over him again, lapping up the precum smeared over Ron’s stomach before his lips wrapped around the head, sucking gently, his fingers still working Ron’s ass like he couldn’t get enough.
“Fuck—fuck—” Ron gasped, his hands scrabbling at the sheets, his whole body trembling.
“Hold it for me,” Draco murmured, his voice a rough, wrecked whisper. “Feed me your cock, Ron.”
The words slammed into Ron like a physical blow, his chest heaving, his cock twitching hard.
His hands shook as he let go of the sheets, one of them reaching down to wrap around the base of his cock, holding it up like Draco had asked.
And the way Draco’s eyes darkened at that, his lips curving into a pleased, filthy smirk—
Ron felt something twist tight in his stomach, his entire body clenching with anticipation.
“That’s it,” Draco murmured, his voice dripping with approval. “Just like that… hold it up for me. Let me taste you.”
And then Draco’s mouth was on him again, sucking him down with a hunger that made Ron’s legs twitch and his breath come in ragged, desperate gasps. Draco’s tongue swirled over and around the head, lapping up every drop of precum, his fingers still stretching him open, pressing deeper and harder with every slow, careful thrust.
Ron’s mind was a wrecked, hazy mess, his body shuddering, his hips twitching helplessly under Draco’s touch.
“Gods, Draco—” Ron choked out, his voice breaking, his chest heaving. “Fuck, I—”
Ron let out a broken, helpless sound, his fingers tightening around the base of his cock as Draco’s mouth moved over him, sucking and licking with all the skill of someone who enjoyed every second of it.
“Draco—fuck—” Ron choked out, his voice wrecked, his hips twitching against the mattress. “I—I’m close—fuck, I’m so fucking close, if you—if you keep doing that, I’m—”
“Going to come?” Draco murmured against his cock, the words a dark, sinful tease that made Ron’s stomach clench. “Going to come from my fingers and my mouth alone? You’re that sensitive, Ron?”
Ron let out a wrecked groan, his body jerking, his breath stuttering as Draco’s fingers curled just right, pressing against that spot deep inside him that made his vision spark.
“Yes—fuck—Draco, I’m—” He couldn’t even finish the sentence, his entire body strung so fucking tight he thought he might shatter.
But then Draco’s mouth pulled away from his cock, and Ron nearly sobbed at the loss of warmth, his hips jerking helplessly toward the sudden absence.
Draco’s eyes were still on him. Watching him with that same intense, hungry look, like Ron was something precious. Something Draco couldn’t bear to look away from.
“Fuck, Ron…” Draco whispered, his voice rough and trembling with desire. “You have no idea how good you look like this… so open for me… so fucking perfect.”
Ron’s chest heaved, his throat tight, his cock pulsing in his grip, his whole body a live wire of need.
“I… fuck, Draco, I need—” Ron stammered, his voice breaking, his legs twitching as Draco’s fingers kept moving, kept spreading him open. “I need you—”
The words tumbled out before he could stop them, his brain a wrecked, helpless mess that couldn’t think past the white-hot need coiling in his gut.
And fuck—Draco’s expression shifted, his eyes going wide, his lips parting in a sharp, hungry breath.
“Say that again…” Draco murmured, his voice dark and thick with arousal, his fingers pausing for just a moment before twisting again, making Ron’s whole body jerk.
Ron swallowed hard, his voice a trembling, desperate rasp. “I… I need you, Draco. Fuck, I need your cock—”
Draco moaned, the sound low and filthy, his eyes practically glowing with need.
“You’re so beautiful,” Draco whispered, his voice trembling. “You know that, right? How good you look like this? How perfect you are when you’re spread out for me, begging me to fill you up?”
Ron let out a wrecked, shuddering groan, his hips twitching, his fingers clenching around his own cock as he tried to keep himself from coming just from the filthy words Draco was pouring over him.
“Fuck, Draco… you—” Ron’s voice broke, his throat tight, his mind spiraling. “You’re gonna make me—fuck, if you keep going, I’m gonna—”
“Not yet—” Draco interrupted, his voice still low but firm. “Not until I’m inside you…”
The words slammed into Ron like a physical blow, his whole body trembling under the force of them. And Draco’s eyes—those grey eyes—were still on him, watching him like he was something utterly priceless, like Ron was giving him something Draco hadn’t even realized he wanted.
“Please…” Ron managed, his voice a broken, wrecked whisper. “Draco, please…”
“Do you want me to?” Draco asked, his voice lower now, almost shy despite the filthy words. “Do you want me to have you, Ron?”
Ron’s throat was so fucking tight he could barely breathe, but he managed.
“Yeah…” Ron admitted, his voice a weak, trembling rasp. “Fuck, Draco, I… I want it.”
Draco’s fingers withdrew, Ron let out a broken, wrecked sound, his body clenching around nothing as if trying to hold onto the sensation that had just been ripped away. It was stupid, the way he felt so damn empty, the way his hips twitched and his breath came out as a desperate whimper.
And Draco’s expression softened, his eyes still dark and hungry but now tinged with something like gentleness. “I know, Ron…” Draco murmured, his voice low and soothing, his hands gliding over Ron’s thighs in a slow, tender touch. “I know. But I’m about to give you something better.”
The words settled over Ron like a promise, something so fucking intimate that his chest felt tight and his throat felt dry.
He watched as Draco murmured a wandless spell. fingers trembling only slightly as the conjured lube appeared, slicking his own cock with a few pulls that made Ron’s mouth go dry. Draco lined himself up, his hands gentle as they gripped Ron’s thighs, positioning him just so. His eyes flicked up to meet Ron’s, and for a moment, there was something raw and vulnerable in that gaze.
“If it’s too much, you tell me,” Draco whispered, his voice a low, soothing murmur. “I’ll stop the second you want me to. I don’t want to hurt you, Ron. I just want you to feel good.”
“Fuck,” Ron breathed, his throat tight, his hands trembling where they clutched at the sheets. “I—I know… Just—just do it, Draco. I want it. I want you.”
Draco’s breath shuddered, his lips twitching into a small, almost shy smile before he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Ron’s knee, his gaze never leaving Ron’s face.
And then—fuck—Draco was pushing in, the pressure was immediate, a slow, careful stretch that made Ron’s breath catch and his entire body tense. It was nothing like the awkward, fumbling attempt he’d made as a kid. This was… different. This was good. So good.
Draco’s hands were gentle on him, soothing, as Ron moaned, his fingers pressing against Ron’s thighs like he was petting him.
“I know, I know…” Draco whispered, his voice tight, a trembling edge of control threaded through it. “You feel so good, Ron… so fucking tight… Fuck—”
“More…” Ron choked out, his hips twitching as he tried to push down, trying to take more. “Fuck, Draco… I—I can take it. You can… you can go quicker.”
Draco’s gaze snapped up to meet his, those grey eyes wide and burning.
“Quicker?” Draco repeated, his voice trembling slightly, his fingers tightening against Ron’s thighs. “Ron, I—”
“Please,” Ron interrupted, his voice rough and desperate, his whole body trembling. “I want you...”
The sound Draco made was nothing short of sinful, a low, filthy moan that seemed to shudder through his entire body. And then Draco’s hips pressed forward, a slow, careful thrust that pushed him deeper—And Ron’s whole body jerked. His back arched off the bed, his hands clenching the sheets, a wrecked, desperate groan spilling from his lips.
“Fuck—” Ron choked out, his vision sparking as Draco slid in deeper, the stretch both too much and somehow perfect at the same time. “Draco, I—fuck, you—”
“Shh…” Draco soothed, his hands stroking over Ron’s thighs, his voice low and soft. Ron’s chest heaved, his breath coming in short, broken gasps, his mind a haze of pleasure and shock.
“Good…” Ron managed, his voice wrecked, his entire body trembling. “Feels… fuck, it feels good…”
Draco’s smile was something soft, almost awed as he kept moving, his hips pushing forward in slow, careful thrusts that made Ron’s whole body shudder.
“Yeah?” Draco whispered, his voice low and trembling with desire. “You like this, Ron? You like me fucking you?”
Ron let out a wrecked, helpless noise, his hands dragging over his own chest, trying to find something to anchor himself.
“Yes… Fuck, Draco, yes…”
“Gods, you’re beautiful,” Draco murmured, his voice soft and almost reverent. “You feel so good, Ron… So tight… So fucking perfect…”
Draco’s fingers tightened against Ron’s hips, the gentleness of before melting into something hotter, rougher—Gone was the careful, tentative rhythm—replaced by something harder, deeper, Draco’s hips slamming forward with the kind of force that made Ron’s entire body jerk with every thrust.
And Ron—fuck—Ron loved it. He was sprawled out beneath Draco, his legs spread wide, his arms tangled in the sheets, his chest heaving with every wrecked breath. His cock was trapped between their bodies, rubbing against Draco’s stomach with every thrust, leaking messily against their skin.
“Fuck, Ron…” Draco gasped, his voice ragged now, breaking over every word.
Ron let out a wrecked groan, his head tipping back against the pillow, his eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure tore through him, his whole body trembling. Draco was holding Ron’s hips with a grip that was almost bruising, dragging him closer, pulling him into every thrust like he was determined to ruin him.
And the way Draco’s eyes devoured him… It made Ron’s chest feel tight, his breath coming out in sharp, desperate gasps.
“Gods, Ron,” Draco choked out, his voice wrecked but still threaded with that same tenderness that made Ron’s stomach twist. “You’re… fuck, you’re perfect. Your body… the way you look right now… it’s fucking unreal.”
Ron let out a broken moan, his hips jerking under Draco’s hands, his whole body trembling with the force of the pleasure Draco was slamming into him.
“Yeah…?” Ron managed, his voice wrecked and desperate, his fingers twisting into the sheets like they were the only thing keeping him from coming apart completely. “You… you like how I look?”
Draco’s expression shifted. “Like?” Draco echoed, his voice a low, wrecked purr as he leaned down, his lips pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along Ron’s neck. “Ron, you look like a fucking god right now. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful. The way you’re stretched out for me, the way your skin flushes when I fuck you—”
Ron let out a shuddering groan, his hips twitching, his body clenching around Draco’s cock like it was trying to pull him in deeper.
“Your eyes,” Draco whispered, his voice a raw, trembling thing, his hips slamming forward in a way that made Ron’s vision blur. “That stupid fucking blue… like the sky right before it turns dark. It’s—fuck, Ron, exquisite.”
Ron’s cheeks burned, his throat tight, his breath coming in short, desperate pants.
“Your hair,” Draco continued, his voice dropping even lower, his lips pressing kisses along Ron’s jawline, his breath hot against his skin. “The way it looks in the light, all gold and red and warm… I’ve never seen anything like it.”
Ron let out a wrecked, desperate groan, his hands scrambling over Draco’s back, clutching at him like he needed something to anchor himself.
“Your body…” Draco murmured, his voice thick and wrecked and fucking beautiful. “Fuck, Ron… your body is perfect. Strong and solid and so fucking good under my hands.”
Ron’s chest hitched, his hips jerking helplessly, his mind a tangled mess of pleasure. “Fuck… Draco…” Ron managed, his voice trembling, his legs trembling where they were wrapped around Draco’s waist.
“Your skin…” Draco continued, his voice shaking, his fingers digging into Ron’s hips with a force that made Ron’s entire body thrill. “It’s… fuck, it’s so warm… so soft… so fucking
“Gods, Draco…” Ron groaned, his voice wrecked and desperate and trembling. “I—I…”
“What?” Draco murmured, his lips pressing another kiss to Ron’s throat, his hips slamming forward again, dragging another wrecked sound from Ron’s chest. “Tell me, Ron. Whatever you’re thinking, tell me.”
But Ron’s mind was too far gone, too tangled up in the pleasure and the praise and the way Draco was looking at him like he was something worth worshipping.
So instead of words, Ron’s body answered for him—
His hips jerking, his body clenching around Draco’s cock, his fingers dragging over Draco’s back as if he needed to keep touching him.
And Draco—fuck—Draco responded with a broken moan of his own, his hands gripping Ron’s hips, dragging him closer like he couldn’t bear the thought of letting him go.
Their mouths crashed together, teeth knocking, lips dragging, and it was hot and messy and so fucking good Ron thought he might actually come just from the feeling of Draco’s mouth on his.
The pleasure hit Ron like a fucking freight train. One moment he was trying to form some kind of coherent thought, some kind of response to the filthy, reverent words Draco was pouring over him. The next, he was coming undone. His body arched off the bed, a broken, wrecked cry tearing from his throat as his cock pulsed, hot ropes of come splattering over his own stomach and chest, his entire body shaking with the force of it.
“Fuck—fuck—” Ron gasped, his voice trembling, his hands scrambling over Draco’s back like he needed something to hold onto, something to anchor himself against the onslaught of pleasure.
Draco’s eyes went wide, his lips parting in a soft, trembling moan as he watched Ron fall apart.
“Gods, Ron…” Draco breathed, his voice low and thick and utterly wrecked. “You look… fuck, you look so perfect when you come.”
Ron’s chest was heaving, his entire body trembling as the aftershocks of his orgasm left him twitching, his muscles jerking under the sheer intensity of it.
But Draco looked gone. His face was flushed, his eyes dark and hungry, his chest heaving like he’d been running a fucking marathon.
And his cock—fuck—his cock was still buried inside Ron, twitching, pulsing with every slight movement, the slick heat of it making Ron’s mind blur with sensation.
“So fucking tight,” Draco groaned, his voice trembling, his hips stuttering like he was fighting to keep himself from coming. “Ron, I… fuck, you feel so good… so fucking good around me…”
Ron’s breath stuttered, his eyes snapping up to meet Draco’s, his own chest still heaving with the aftermath of his orgasm.
“Want you to come…” Ron murmured, his voice a rough, wrecked whisper. “Want you to fill me, Draco… Fuck, I want it.”
The noise Draco made was fucking filthy. A low, broken moan that seemed to vibrate through his entire body, his hips jerking forward, his fingers digging into Ron’s hips with a bruising intensity.
“Fuck… fuck,” Draco choked out, his voice trembling, his gaze locked on Ron’s face like he couldn’t look away. “Ron, I… I’m—”
“Come inside me, Draco,” Ron breathed, his words raw and desperate and somehow tender all at once.
That was all it took. Draco’s entire body shuddered, his hips slamming forward with a force that made Ron’s entire body jerk against the mattress. And then Draco was coming. A broken, wrecked moan spilling from his lips as his cock pulsed inside Ron, hot and thick and so fucking perfect Ron felt his own body clench around him, milking him for everything he had.
“Ron—” Draco choked out, his voice trembling, his body collapsing against Ron’s, his breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps.
Ron’s arms wrapped around Draco’s back, holding him close, his own chest heaving as the warmth of Draco’s release seeped into him, leaving him feeling full. They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies tangled together, their breathing a shared, wrecked thing that filled the air like music. And when Draco finally managed to lift his head, his face flushed and his eyes wide and blown, Ron couldn’t help but smile at the wrecked, beautiful expression he saw there.
“You look… fuck, Draco, you look so good like this,” Ron admitted, his voice a trembling rasp, his hands still clinging to Draco’s back like he was afraid to let go.
Draco let out a weak, breathless laugh, his lips curving into a shaky smile. “I… I could say the same about you.”
“Yeah?” Ron asked, his own voice still a mess, his body still twitching from the intensity of it all.
“Yeah,” Draco replied, his tone soft, almost gentle now, his fingers tracing slow, shivering lines over Ron’s skin. “You’re… fuck, Ron, you’re perfect.”
Ron chuckled, his voice still a rough, wrecked thing as he tried to catch his breath. “I would tease you for saying a Weasley is perfect, but I’m thinking the same about a Malfoy, so…”
Draco let out a soft, sated hum, his breath puffing warmly against Ron’s collarbone where his head rested. His body was still draped over Ron’s, skin pressed against skin, his cock still buried deep inside, softening but not yet fully gone. There was something about that—about feeling Draco’s weight pressing him into the bed, the way their bodies were still tangled together, the heat between them slowly cooling but the intimacy remaining.
“What do you think our parents would say?” Draco murmured, his voice a lazy, amused drawl, but there was something in his tone that told Ron he didn’t actually give a fuck what anyone thought. “All that pureblood nonsense… My mother would probably faint, and my father—well, he’d probably have a coronary.”
Ron snorted, his fingers tracing gentle, aimless circles over Draco’s back. “Yeah, well… My mum would probably have a fit over me shagging a bloke, let alone a bloody Malfoy.”
“Mm. Tragic…” Draco replied, his tone laced with sarcasm, but his fingers were gently tracing over Ron’s shoulder, a touch so soft it made Ron’s skin tingle. “Guess that means we’ll just have to keep this our little secret, then.”
Ron felt something twist in his chest, but the smirk on Draco’s lips kept him from overthinking it. Because Draco looked wrecked and sated and like he couldn’t care less about the implications of what they’d just done.
“Would you care if they knew?” Ron asked, his voice a bit quieter, not even sure why he was asking. Maybe just because he wanted to know.
Draco lifted his head, eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and something softer. “If I cared, do you think I’d have let you drag me to your brother’s bed of all places?”
A snort of laughter escaped Ron, his hand dragging up to push a messy lock of blond hair from Draco’s face. “Alright, fair point.”
Draco’s smirk softened, his gaze turning thoughtful. “Honestly, Ron… I’ve spent so much of my life trying to live up to other people’s expectations. What my parents want, what they expect of me… And I’m just so tired of it.”
Ron’s fingers stilled against Draco’s back, his brows furrowing. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Draco admitted, his voice soft but steady. “I don’t give a flying fuck what anyone else thinks. Not anymore.”
Ron’s chest did something funny at that. A tightness that was both terrifying and… fucking nice all at once.
“Well, that’s good then,” Ron said, his voice a rough, lazy drawl. “Because I couldn’t give a damn either.”
Draco’s smile was real. Wide and gorgeous and entirely unguarded. “I’d say we make a pretty decent pair then, don’t we?”
“Guess we do…” Ron replied, his hand tracing down Draco’s spine before settling at the base, fingers pressing gently against the curve of his arse.
Draco shifted, a low, pleased hum slipping from his lips as he pressed a lazy kiss to Ron’s jaw. “If I didn’t have things to do tomorrow, I’d say we could just stay like this for the rest of the night.”
Ron’s fingers twitched, his own smirk twisting over his lips. “What, you got a hot date or something?”
“Actually, yes,” Draco replied, his tone dry but his eyes still gleaming. “I promised this big, stupidly strong Gryffindor I’d let him ruin me senselessly if he behaved himself at work.”
Ron laughed, his chest vibrating against Draco’s, something warm blooming in his chest. “Oh, did you now? And do you think this Gryffindor will manage to behave himself?”
“Well…” Draco’s lips curved into a wicked smirk, his fingers tracing along Ron’s chest in a slow, teasing line. “He did drag me out of work before lunch so he could get his mouth on me, so… I’m guessing probably not.”
Ron let out a rough chuckle, his hand squeezing Draco’s arse just enough to make him twitch. “Guess I’ll just have to make it up to you later then, won’t I?”
Draco hummed, his lips pressing another soft, lingering kiss to Ron’s throat. “I’ll hold you to that, Weasley.”
“Better call me Ron if you want me to actually keep that promise,” Ron teased, his own voice a bit more raw than he’d expected.
Draco looked up at him then, eyes gleaming, lips curving into something softer.
“Ron then...” Draco murmured, like he was tasting the word on his tongue. “Yeah… I like that.”