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The door slammed shut behind Ron as he rushed into the Ministry bathroom, exhaling sharply as he made his way toward the nearest stall. He was dying to piss—he’d held it for far too long, distracted by work, by lunchtime rushes, by the endless flow of people coming and going through the office, then by Hermione dragging him into a long-winded discussion about something Draco Malfoy had done that she absolutely loved—
Only to fucking bump into Malfoy the moment he stepped through the door.
“Watch it, Weasley,” Malfoy sneered, rubbing his shoulder where they’d collided.
Ron rolled his eyes. “You watch it, Malfoy —”
“Oh, forgive me...” Draco drawled, brushing past him toward the sink. “Didn’t realize I was supposed to be clairvoyant and predict when some lumbering oaf would come barging in like a—”
“ Oaf? ” Ron scoffed, planting his hands on his hips. “I know you’re not talking about me, mate. Have you seen me lately?” He gestured down at himself. “I am built now. Solid. Some might say devastatingly handsome , even.”
Draco turned toward him, arms crossed, unimpressed. “Yes, and pigs might fly.”
Ron smirked. “I reckon they might, if you got on all fours.”
Draco’s eyes narrowed .
“Oh, fuck you , Weasley.”
“Oh, please— you wish.”
And that should have been it. Should have been, just a snippy little exchange, just a brief throwback to the way things used to be, before the end of the war, before they had grown into actual adults who worked in the same Ministry and saw each other all the damn time.
But then Draco stepped closer. Too close. Close enough that Ron could smell him—could catch the scent of his expensive cologne and of parchment, could see the way his pale lashes fluttered ever-so-slightly when he glared —
And then Draco kissed him, and Ron froze— brain empty, entirely fucking blank as Draco’s lips moved against his, firm, demanding.
Then deeper, hungrier, like he had been waiting for this, like he had wanted it for so much longer than Ron could even fathom—
And fuck, it was good. Draco kissed like he worked—like he had something to prove—like he dared Ron to push back, to match him, to conquer him—
Ron groaned low in his throat, tilting his head as he grabbed Malfoy’s waist, pulling him flush against him, letting him feel.
Oh fuck.
He still had to piss.
He had forgotten—
Had willed it away—
But the pressure was back now, hot and pulsing, tangled up in the wrong kind of pleasure.
Draco was pressing into him and Ron stiffened, a horrible realization settling in his gut. He was—he was going to spill. And not in the fun way.
Draco must have sensed something , because he pulled back, panting softly, an infuriating little smirk curling on his lips as he dragged his fingers down Ron’s stomach, pressing firmly just above the waistband of his trousers— And Ron choked .
“W-what—”
“What’s the matter, Weasley?” Draco purred, voice silky and mocking , his fingers pressing just a little harder.
Ron groaned , breath shuddering, his knees weak . “D-Don’t—”
“Don’t what?” Draco teased, tilting his head. “Don’t touch you? Or don’t make you lose control ?”
Ron whimpered. “Oh, Merlin ,” Draco breathed, his smirk turning positively wicked. “That is what’s happening, isn’t it?” His fingers pressed down—And Ron buckled .
“F-Fucking hell, Malfoy—”
Draco laughed, pressing his lips to the shell of Ron’s ear.
“Hold it in for me, won’t you?” he murmured. “Or don’t. I wouldn’t mind either way…”
Ron was trembling. He had kissed girls before—had kissed blokes too, in those heated, desperate moments of seeking something more.
But he had never been kissed like this. Draco was still smirking against his mouth, sharp and teasing, his hand pressing down again, just below Ron’s bellybutton, right over the pressure that was currently killing him.
And fuck, it made his knees weak .
“Stop—stop that ,” Ron gritted out, breath hitching as Draco’s fingers pushed deeper , right under his bladder, sending a sharp pulse through his core. Draco hummed , tilting his head.
“Why?” he asked, his tone all infuriating silk, like he already knew why, like he was playing with him.
Ron swallowed thickly, blinking down at him, unable to hide the way his hips twitched, the way his body reacted .
“Because I’m gonna fucking piss myself... ” he groaned, voice low and ragged.
Draco’s smirk widened.
“I want to see it..” he murmured.
Ron’s brain stuttered.
“What?” he croaked.
Draco licked his lips, eyes dark, hooded.
“You heard me.” he said, voice husky now, thicker with something that made Ron’s stomach twist. “I want to see it.”
Ron’s breath shuddered out of him, something hot and forbidden curling in his gut at the way Draco looked at him, like he wanted this, like this wasn’t just teasing anymore.
“Draco.. ” he whimpered , not even sure if it was a protest or a plea. Draco, however, just grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him into the nearest stall, slamming the door shut behind them, crowding Ron against the toilet. His hands were everywhere, pushing up Ron’s shirt, dragging over his stomach, teasing along the waistband of his trousers before slipping inside, fingers curling around the front of his pants. Ron gasped, whole body tensing as Draco started to pull his trousers down, his knuckles brushing against the heat of his cock—
“If you—if you don’t stop, I swear , I—”
Draco just chuckled , low and dark, kissing him again— And then his hands were on him, taking his cock out, holding it, angling it toward the bowl.
Ron’s head spun. His breath caught in his throat, his whole body tightening as Draco pressed impossibly close, lips brushing against Ron’s mouth, his jaw, his cheek— softer now, coaxing—
“Go on..." Draco murmured, voice a low, sinful purr .
His fingers tightened around the base of Ron’s cock, firm , guiding—
“Let me see you.”
The relief hit Ron like a fucking wave .
The moment the pressure eased, the tension in his gut unwound all at once, sending a near euphoric sensation through him as he finally let go.
It shot into the bowl in a steady, forceful stream, and Ron groaned at the release, his forehead thunking back against the stall wall as he exhaled sharply, body trembling from the sheer pleasure of it—
Draco moaned. Low and throaty, like this was the best thing he had ever fucking heard, like he was into this in a way that made Ron’s stomach twist —
And fuck , that did something to him.
He hadn’t known Draco was into this... but the way Draco’s breath shuddered against his ear, the way his hand stayed on him, stroking softly, the way he praised him in that voice, smooth and silken—
“ Fuck—that’s it,” Draco whispered, pressing his lips to the side of Ron’s neck, his fingers tightening around him, still holding him. “Good boy …”
Ron whimpered. A full-body shudder ran through him, pleasure spiking in a way that shouldn’t have made sense, shouldn’t have felt this good.
“Oh, fuck ,” he moaned, his body sagging against the wall as the last of it tapered off.
Draco chuckled against his skin, nipping at his jaw before pulling back slightly, pale fingers tugging at him, shaking off the last drops before tucking him back into his trousers— Like this was just a normal fucking thing for him, like he did this all the time—
Ron didn’t even know what to say, or do for that matter...His face was on fire. His body still tingled with the aftershocks of it, that mix of relief and something warm and twisted and so thrilling
Draco finally stepped back, looking far too pleased with himself, eyes dark and glittering as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip. Ron swallowed thickly, chest still heaving, hands shaking.
“What—” he croaked, voice wrecked, still trying to process—
Draco just smirked.
“Well,” he said smoothly, tilting his head. “That was fun .”
Ron barely had time to breathe before Draco was on him again. One second, Ron was still trying to process what the fuck had just happened, his mind reeling, his body still tingling from the sheer release of it. And the next, Draco had grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and dragged him back in, mouth crashing against his.
Draco kissed him like he wanted to devour him, like he relished the way Ron had just fallen apart for him, the way he had just let him watch , let him hold , let him hear—
And fuck , it shouldn’t have been this hot. Shouldn’t have made Ron groan, shouldn’t have made him open his mouth, shouldn’t have made him pull Draco flush against him, shouldn’t have made him want more, more, more—
But it did. It fucking did.
Ron gripped Draco’s waist, slamming him back against the stall door, earning a breathless little laugh from the blonde before Ron swallowed the sound with another kiss, hungry now, teeth scraping against Draco’s lips, his tongue pushing inside—
Draco let him. Let him take, let him claim, let him turn the tables, gasping into his mouth, nails digging into Ron’s shoulders like he liked being handled like this, like it was egging him on. And where they where, the setting, the stall door rattling behind them, the lingering heat from what had just happened, the fact that anyone could walk in, could hear. It made Ron burn. Draco moaned into his mouth, his hands everywhere now, gripping at Ron’s collar, dragging down his chest, slipping under his shirt, pressing into the heat of his skin. And then his fingers dipped lower, Ron jerked at the touch, breaking the kiss with a sharp inhale, eyes snapping open to find Draco watching him, eyes dark and fucking wicked .
“What’s the matter, Weasley?” Draco purred, voice smooth as silk, his lips kiss-bitten and swollen. “You shaking?”
Ron swallowed hard, jaw clenching. He was. He fucking was .
Ron let out a breathless, wrecked little laugh, shaking his head, his forehead dropping against Draco’s shoulder for a second as he tried to pull himself together. Before he promptly turned his head and bit down on Draco’s throat.
Draco gasped , body jolting, his fingers clawing at Ron’s back—
Fuck, Ron liked that. Liked the way Draco melted into it, liked the way he reacted, liked the way he let out a low, breathless sound, something needy and wanting... Like he needed this just as much as Ron did. Ron pulled back, breath shaky, eyes blown as he looked at Draco’s wrecked face, at the way his lashes fluttered, at the way he looked kissed stupid.
Draco’s lips curled as he caught Ron’s eye, his breath still heavy , his hands still roaming , fingers slipping under Ron’s shirt like he owned the space now—like he had any fucking right to touch him like this, to kiss him like that, to make Ron feel like he was going to fucking combust in the middle of a Ministry bathroom stall. But then Draco spoke .
“Fuck,” he murmured , pressing his lips just below Ron’s ear, his voice all low and silky , thick with something dark and warm. “That was so fucking hot, Weasley.”
Ron groaned, because of course Malfoy would be like this. Wouldn’t just let it go , wouldn’t just leave it at whatever weird fucking thing had just happened between the— No, he had to talk about it. Had to praise him, had to purr in his ear like some smug little shit and make it so much worse.
Draco’s hands slipped lower, curling around Ron’s hips as he rolled up against him, pressing their bodies flush together, his breath shuddering as he whispered.
“You looked so fucking good when you let go,” he murmured , his voice smooth and dangerous , his fingers digging in, pressing against the muscle of Ron’s stomach. “Felt so fucking good, holding you, feeling you tremble for me...”
Ron’s body jerked , heat flooding through him in a way that was fucking mortifying because what the fuck ?
He should not be this into it—Had never once liked this before. Should not feel his cock stir in his trousers at the memory of Draco fucking holding him, of watching , of whispering into his ear while Ron spilled into the toilet like some— Some— Fuck .
“Draco—” he groaned , voice all low and wrecked , hands tightening on Draco’s waist, like he had to anchor himself, like he had to keep himself from—
From what? From fucking whimpering? From grinding up against Malfoy like some needy thing? Draco laughed, breath warm against Ron’s jaw, nipping at tthefaint stubble there before whispering, “ Look at you—so flustered.”
He dragged his fingers down his lower stomah, teasing at Ron’s belt.
“Don’t tell me this got you off , Weasley,” Draco taunted, his voice all honey and sin. “Don’t tell me you liked it—”
Ron growled, yanking Draco forward and kissing him hard, biting at his lips, trying to shut him up. Draco moaned against his mouth when Ron ground up against him, his fingers gripping tight at Ron’s shirt, pulling him closer like he couldn’t stand the slightest distance between them—like he needed Ron pressed against him, needed to feel him. And fuck. Fuck... that was hot. Ron grinned, wicked and sharp, and let his hands slide down Draco’s back, gripping at his hips, pulling them together again, his cock already half-hard in his trousers, rubbing up against Draco’s own.
“Like you have anything to say, Malfoy...” Ron groaned, rolling his hips, drinking in the way Draco’s lips parted, the way his head tipped back just slightly, the way his breath hitched . “Like I couldn’t feel your hard cock against my thigh while you held my dick while I pissed.”
Draco’s eyes fluttered , lips parting around a gasping little moan—And fuck, Ron felt that sound, felt it in the pit of his stomach, felt it pulse through him like heat licking up his spine— He smirked .
“Yeah,” Ron murmured, voice rough and teasing as he leaned in close, his lips brushing against Draco’s cheek, against the flushed skin there. “That’s what I thought...”
DDraco’s breath was ragged, fingers curling against Ron’s chest as he grasped at him.
“I never said it didn’t affect me,” he finally rasped, voice thick with something needy , something warm .
Ron’s cock twitched at the sound of it, at the idea of it, at the thought of Draco being just as fucked up about this as he was—Draco had liked it. Had been into it. Had gotten hard from it. Ron pulled him close his cock pushing against him.
“Oh, fuck —” Draco whined, his head falling back against the stall door, his hips jerking forward instinctively, seeking out more, his cock already thick and aching under his trousers. Ron fucking groaned, something possessive and hot curling in his gut at the sound of it, at the way Draco melted against him, at the way he reacted so perfectly—
“Merlin, Malfoy...” Ron murmured, pressing his mouth to Draco’s throat, biting at the flushed skin there. “You are so fucked up.”
Draco only gasped , his fingers gripping at Ron’s shirt like he was afraid he might fall .
“Yeah..” he whispered, breathless.
Ron didn’t even think. Didn’t hesitate. One second, Draco was panting against his lips, his fingers clenched in Ron’s shirt like he was holding on for dear life —
And the next, Ron had spun them, pressing Draco forward, forcing him to bend slightly over the damn toilet bowl, his hands gripping the sides for balance as he let out a wrecked little moan.
“Fuck— Weasley —”
But Ron wasn’t listening. His blood was singing , his body burning with the heat of it, with the need of it, with the sheer fucked-upness of what they were doing. And yet, he didn’t care. Didn’t care that this was some shitty Ministry bathroom, didn’t care that he could still see the toilet between Draco’s arms, didn’t care that anyone could fucking walk in. All he cared about was Draco. Draco, who was moaning for him. Draco, who was arching into his touch. Draco, who had held him while he pissed and gotten hard from it, whose cock was probably already leaking under his trousers, whose breath hitched as Ron dragged his pants down. Ron’s hands trembled as he gripped Draco’s hips, his fingers digging in, feeling the heat of him, the smooth pale skin, the firm muscle beneath.
“Fuck...” Ron rasped, his cock throbbing against his trousers, his head spinning as he murmured a quick preparation spell with a flick of his fingers, adding a silencing charm just in case. Draco moaned, loud and wrecked, his back arching, his fingers clenching against the toilet lid like he was barely holding himself upright. Ron’s breath shuddered out of him.
“Yeah...” he murmured, dragging his hand up Draco’s spine, feeling the shiver that ripped through him. “You like that, don’t you?”
Draco whined, pushing back against him, his body open, his hole already slick and prepared from the spell, tight and wanting. Ron groaned , reaching down, dragging his fingers over the flushed head of Draco’s cock before gripping it, giving it a firm, slow stroke. Draco's breath catching, his hips jerking forward before rocking back, seeking out more. Ron grinned, sharp and wicked, his own cock aching now, already straining against his trousers. Ron didn’t know where the fuck this was coming from. Fuck— It was good. It was so good.
Draco was trembling beneath him, bent over the toilet like he fucking belonged there, like this was the filthiest, hottest thing he had ever done, Ron felt it too. His breath was ragged as he worked his trousers down, freeing his aching cock, the heavy weight of it slapping against Draco’s arse as he pressed in, dragging his fingers down the dip of Draco’s spine, watching him shiver.
Then Ron leaned in close, his lips ghosting against Draco’s ear, his breath hot as he whispered.
“You didn’t even flush that after I was done, did you?”
Draco moaned, a full-body, wrecked little noise, his fingers gripping the edge of the toilet seat like he might fucking collapse. Ron felt the heat of it pulse through his cock, felt it throb deep in his gut, felt his stomach twist with something dark and thrilling and utterly fucked.
“No—” Draco gasped, voice thick, head dropping forward, his body arching as he pressed back into Ron’s touch. Ron groaned, his fingers tightening on Draco’s hips, the words falling from his lips before he could stop them—
“Fucking filthy, Malfoy...”
Draco whimpered, his back bowing, his breath coming in short, desperate little pants as he pushed himself further onto Ron’s cock, needy.
The smell was there. Ron hadn’t really noticed it before—too focused on the heat of Draco’s body, on the way he moaned, on the way his breath hitched with every teasing touch. But now, as he sank into Draco, as he stretched him open on his cock, as Draco whimpered and arched and pushed back for more. Now, he smelled everything. The faint ammonia, still lingering in the bowl, unflushed. The acrid tang of the cleaner they used in the Ministry bathrooms, sharp and sterile. The warm musk of sweat, of skin, of Draco, as Ron pressed himself flush against his back, breathing him in. It was so fucking filthy. Draco was bent over the toilet for him, his breath coming in ragged, desperate little pants, his hands gripping the edge of the seat for balance. And Ron had him now... He could feel it in the way Draco moved, in the way he trembled, in the way he keened as Ron bottomed out, his cock throbbing inside the tight, slick heat of him. Ron groaned, gripping Draco’s hips, dragging his hands over the curve of his waist, feeling the heat of him, the way his body clenched so perfectly around him. He leaned down, pressing his lips to the flushed skin of Draco’s neck, his breath hot as he whispered.
“Still thinking about it, Malfoy?”
“Fuck—” he gasped, knuckles going white against the porcelain. “I—” Draco shuddered.
Ron grinned, sharp and wicked, dragging his hips back, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back in, making Draco cry out.
“What?” Ron murmured, licking the sweat from Draco’s skin. “Thinking about how I pissed in this toilet?”
Draco moaned, his whole body jerking, his hole clenching around Ron’s cock.
Ron grunted, rolling his hips slow, deep, keeping Draco right there, right on the edge of it, making him feel every inch of him.
“Thinking about how you held my cock?” he teased, dragging his fingers down Draco’s stomach, pressing just above where Draco had done to him previous, mimicking it. “Thinking about how fucking hot it was, Malfoy?”
Draco whined at that, his cock twitching between his thighs, leaking pre-cum over the toilet seat. Ron just groaned, burying himself deeper, pressing his hand against Draco’s stomach as he thrust.
“You like it this much?” he murmured, voice low and rough, his breath hot against Draco’s ear.
Draco nodded, his head dropping forward, his body shaking.
“Y-yeah,” he whispered, voice wrecked, his hands tightening on the porcelain. “Fuck, Ron, I—”
Ron snapped his hips forward, cutting him off with a sharp, deep thrust, making Draco sob out a moan. Ron had never felt like this before, had never fucked like this before, had never been so lost in the heat of it, in the filth of it, in the sheer wrongness of it—
And yet, he couldn’t stop. Not when Draco was falling apart for him. Not when his own cock was throbbing, aching, buried so deep in the tight, wet heat of him, the sound of their fucking obscene in the tiny stall, slick and needy and desperate. Not when Draco was moaning his name, whimpering for him, pushing back on every thrust like he needed to be filled, like he needed Ron to fucking ruin him.
The words just kept spewing from Ron’s mouth. And the worst part? He liked it. He liked the way Draco shuddered every time he opened his mouth, liked the way his hole clenched tight around him whenever he whispered something absolutely vile, something he wouldn’t have ever thought about before. But here he was. Buried to the hilt in Draco Malfoy’s perfect, tight little hole, fucking him over a Ministry toilet, seeing him drip onto the porcelain, hearing the obscene sounds of their coupling mix with the faint scent of ammonia and cheap bathroom cleaner. And his brain just went there.
“Bet you’d have liked it...” Ron groaned, snapping his hips forward hard, making Draco whine, making him jolt against the toilet seat. “Bet you’d have liked sitting on that toilet while I pissed on you—”
Draco gasped, his whole body seizing for a second, his back arching, his head tilting back, like the words alone had wrecked him. Ron had no business finding that hot. Had no business saying that. But he did. He fucking did. Because he remembered. Remembered that old, dog-eared Muggle magazine he’d stolen from the twins’ stash when he was younger, how he’d read about all sorts of kinks and taboos, how he’d been fascinated by some of it, horrified by the rest. How he’d read about this.
The shame of it. The control aspect. How some people saw it as something deeply intimate, something almost possessive. And he had laughed about it then. Had thought thst these people were fucking crazy. Had never imagined he’d be here, fucking Malfoy of all people, whispering that filth into his ear, feeling his cock twitch at the way Draco responded to it—Draco, who was trembling under him, his breath coming in shaky, wrecked little gasps, his knuckles white against the toilet seat as he pushed back for more.
Ron groaned, his cock throbbing inside him, the heat of it too much, the sheer filth of it making him ache.
“Fuck, Malfoy...” he rasped, dragging his teeth over the pale skin of Draco’s shoulder. “You would, wouldn’t you?”
Draco moaned, breath hitching, his body trembling as he nodded, as he whimpered, as his hole fluttered around Ron’s cock like he was barely holding on.
Ron growled, snapping his hips forward, fucking deep, hard, making Draco sob, his legs shaking.
Ron felt the way his thighs trembled, the way his hole clenched and fluttered around him, the way his fingers dug into the porcelain like he was barely holding on. And fuck, it made Ron wild . Made him thrust harder, made him press his body over Draco’s, made him bite at the flushed, sweaty skin of his neck—because he needed to, needed to mark him, needed to hear the sounds Draco made when he was being fucked open like this, bent over a toilet in the fucking Ministry .
Then Draco gasped , his voice a wrecked, shuddering little thing as he moaned out.
“It’s not—ah—it’s not the act —” His voice hitched , his hips rolling back to meet Ron’s thrusts, his body moving on instinct , needing . “It’s the thought of it.”
Ron groaned , his hand tightening on Draco’s hip, dragging his fingers over the sharp jut of bone there, pressing down as he slammed deep inside him.
“The thought of it, huh?” he gritted , his voice a low, rumbling growl.
Draco let out a wrecked little whimper, nodding frantically, his body shuddering as Ron fucked into him , hard and deep .
“Yeah,” Draco gasped, his back arching, his breath coming in ragged , desperate little moans. “The sight of it—the feel of it—”
Ron groaned, his cock throbbing inside Draco’s tight, slick heat, his stomach twisting with something dark and filthy and thrilling .
“Yeah?” he murmured , pressing his mouth to Draco’s ear, dragging his teeth along the shell of it. “You liked watching ?”
Draco whimpered as his fingers tightening on the seat.
Ron grinned, sharp and wicked , his breath hot as he murmured—
“Liked holding my cock while I let go? Feeling the warmth of it?”
Draco's hole clenching tight around Ron’s cock, his whole body arching with pleasure. Fuck, Ron felt that in his soul. His cock ached, his breath coming in short, sharp pants, his hands shaking as he gripped Draco’s waist and pulled him back onto every thrust, making Draco take it, making him feel it.
“You like thinking about it,” Ron groaned, rolling his hips slow and deep , feeling the way Draco’s body twitched , the way his cock leaked against the toilet, pre-cum dripping onto the porcelain.
Draco nodded, his mouth falling open, a strangled little moan escaping his throat. “Yeah...” he whispered , voice wrecked, barely there .
Ron dragged his teeth down Draco’s throat, his body burning with the heat of it, the sheer wrongness of it, the fact that Draco was fucking melting under him, was letting him talk like this , was letting him use him like this. Draco was close. Ron could feel it in the way his body trembled, in the way his breath came in short, ragged little gasps, in the way his hole clenched tight around Ron’s cock. And fuck... Ron knew what he liked now. Knew what had gotten Draco off before, what had made his cock throb in his trousers when he’d held Ron’s dick, what had made him moan as he watched Ron let go, as he felt the warmth of it, the sight of it, the taboo of it.
It was the thought of it. The power of it. The idea of being used like that, of being something Ron could just aim at whenever he needed to go, of being so owned that he wouldn’t even need to fucking move. Ron leaned in close, pressing his lips to Draco’s ear, his cock sliding in deep, grinding against that perfect little spot inside him, making Draco writhe under him.
“You could just sit there for me...” Ron murmured, voice low and rough. “Wouldn’t even have to move,” Ron growled , thrusting deep, grinding slow , dragging his hands down Draco’s waist, gripping at his hips. “Could... just keep your mouth open for me, yeah?”
Draco moaned again, a sharp, wrecked little sound, his cock leaking against the porcelain, his thighs shaking .
“Could just drink it all down,” Ron purred , rolling his hips slow and deliberate, making Draco feel every inch, making him shudder as Ron kept whispering filth in his ear. “Every time I need to go, I could just—”
He paused, snapping his hips forward, filling Draco so deep that the blonde sobbed .
“—aim at your mouth,” Ron finished , grinning against Draco’s throat.
And that was it, that was all it took.
Draco keened, his whole body jerking , his hands slipping against the toilet seat as his cock twitched and spilled , hot ropes of cum shooting onto the porcelain, floating atop the water in the bowl as he came with a wrecked, desperate little moan.
Ron groaned , the sight of it, the sheer fucking filth of it, pushing him over —
He bottomed out, his hips stuttering, his cock throbbing as he filled Draco, as his spend pumped deep inside him, as Draco shuddered and took it, his breath still coming in short, wrecked little gasps.
Ron panted , forehead dropping against Draco’s shoulder, his hands trembling where they still gripped Draco’s hips.
The smell of sex, of sweat, of them filled the tiny stall, mixing with the lingering scent of the toilet cleaner, the faint ammonia of Ron’s piss still hanging in the air.
And fuck—Ron couldn’t believe what he had just done .
Couldn’t believe what he had just said .
Couldn’t believe how fucking hard Draco had come from it.
Draco, who was still shaking , his cock spent, his chest heaving —
The thought of straightening up after this—of fixing his fucking trousers , of walking back out into the bright, clinical halls of the Ministry like he hadn’t just fucked Draco Malfoy over a toilet. Like he hadn’t just whispered filth into his ear, hadn’t filled him up until he was dripping, hadn’t made him come undone from the sheer wrongness of it... Seemed fucking impossible .
Ron was still panting , his forehead pressed against Draco’s shoulder, his hands shaking where they gripped the curve of his hips. His cum was still inside him, still deep in that perfect, tight heat, still making Draco clench around him as his body shuddered from the aftershocks. Fuck. How was he supposed to go back to work after this? How was he supposed to sit at his desk, handle fucking paperwork , maybe even see Draco in the hall and pretend that he hadn’t just spent the last fifteen minutes breaking him apart in a disgusting little Ministry bathroom stall? Ron groaned, his fingers pressing into Draco’s skin, his mind still spinning .
Draco chuckled , voice breathy and wrecked , and tilted his head to look at Ron over his shoulder, a lazy little smirk curling his kiss-bitten lips. “What’s the matter, Weasley?” he murmured, still breathless and still shaking from his orgasm. “Don’t tell me you’re—” He paused , swallowing thickly, trying to catch his breath. “—too fucked out to go back to work?”
Ron growled, reaching up and gripping the back of Draco’s neck, making him gasp .
“You’re the one still fucking trembling around my cock, Malfoy…” Ron muttered, dragging his teeth along Draco’s shoulder, smirking when he felt another full-body shiver run through him. Draco huffed a soft, breathless laugh .
“Yeah, well...” he rasped, voice rough from moaning. “Maybe I like being a little wrecked.”
Fuck, Ron didn’t want to go back to work. Didn’t want to clean up, didn’t want to tuck himself away, didn’t want to fix his fucking robes and pretend that he hadn’t just had one of the filthiest fucks of his entire life. Draco probably sensed it, Ron could tell by the way he smirked, by the way he rolled his hips back ever-so-slightly, making Ron groan low in his throat, making his still-sensitive cock throb inside him.
“Unless…” Draco purred , voice teasing, dragging a single finger down the back of Ron’s hand where it rested on his hip. “You’re considering just skipping the rest of the day?”
Ron exhaled sharply, gritting his teeth , fighting the urge to just keep going—To flip Draco around and fuck him again , right there against the stall door, to see what other filthy thoughts were buried inside that sharp, clever little mind of his.
But—They did have work. People would notice if they were both gone for too long.
Ron groaned, tilting his head back, staring up at the grimy ceiling of the stall, hating every second of reality setting back in.
“…Fuck,” he muttered. “This is going to be so fucking hard .”
Draco let out a sharp little laugh , his body still pressed against Ron’s, still full of his cum, still filthy from everything they had just done.
He turned his head slightly, grinning.
“Well,” he murmured, voice still silk and sin , still teasing , still making Ron’s stomach fucking flip . “I do like a challenge.”
Ron let out a long, suffering exhale as he reluctantly pulled out, watching as his cum dripped from Draco’s hole before he reached for his wand and murmured a quick cleaning spell over them both.
Draco shuddered , still sensitive, but only smirked as he straightened up, tugging his trousers back into place like he hadn’t just been bent over a toilet , moaning like some common whore .
Ron, on the other hand, was still trying to process what the fuck had just happened.
Had he really just done that? Had he really just fucked Draco Malfoy into oblivion in a Ministry bathroom stall? Had he really whispered all that filth , had he really felt his cock twitch when Draco had whimpered at it? Fuck.
They straightened what they could, Ron running a hand through his already messy hair, his brain still fucking lagging , while Draco simply smoothed his robes down, fixing his perfectly pressed shirt like he hadn’t just had his insides rearranged over a public toilet.
Then, just as Ron was about to speak, Draco reached over and— Flushed the toilet.
Ron blinked.
Draco met his stare, grinning , before he turned on his heel and pushed the stall door open, stepping out like this was just another regular day at the office. Like he hadn’t just come so hard he’d nearly fucking collapsed. Like he hadn’t spent the last 20 minutes moaning Ron’s name and trembling under his touch.
Ron could only watch, still reeling , as Draco stepped up to the sink, calmly washing his hands, rolling his sleeves up a little as he did, making sure not to rush .
Then, as if to fucking mock him—
Draco glanced at himself in the mirror, checking his hair over, fixing a single out-of-place strand with a smooth, practiced motion, before exhaling like he was just so satisfied with what he saw.
Ron just stared .
“What-” he croaked, voice wrecked , still standing in the stall, still recovering . “The fuck are you doing?”
Draco turned, smirking over his shoulder as he reached for a towel.
“Well...” he said, voice smooth, smug , full of post-fuck self-satisfaction , “I do have a meeting in five minutes.”
Ron’s brain stalled .
“A—A meeting ?” he repeated, incredulous.
Draco hummed in response, dabbing at his fingers before tossing the towel aside.
“Yes, Weasley.” he said, tone light, teasing, the corner of his mouth twitching. “Some of us actually work during the day, you know.”
Ron gawked .
“You— You can’t just—” He gestured vaguely, flabbergasted . “You can’t just—just walk out after that —”
Draco just shrugged, adjusting his collar, still perfectly composed.
“Watch me.”
And with that, he winked, and sauntered out of the bathroom.
Like Ron hadn’t just ruined him . Like Ron hadn’t just filled him up so thoroughly he could probably still feel it between his thighs . Like Ron wasn’t going to be thinking about this for the rest of the fucking day.
Ron just groaned , dropping his head back against the stall door, already knowing that he was so, so fucked.