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Title; The Masseuse (9/10)
Rating; NC-17
Pairing; Ron/Draco
Word Count; 2,741
Summary; 'When Moody hired a masseuse to work out the kinks from his aurors, it set of a chain on events with some unsual consequences.'
Warnings; Explicit Sex, Angst, Fluff, BDSM, Fisting, Crossdressing, OOC Characters, Toy's
Disclaimer; This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
A/N; This is written for my 100quills prompt of Ron/Draco, which I will be posting there as soon as I am accepted.
The Masseuse Arc ; Chapter 9
by; Mack
It was absurd how easy it was for him to get time off. All he had to do was show Moody the completed paperwork, as well as show him his hours already raked up and Moody had grudgingly signed the paper.
Currently he was sitting in his lounge waiting for Draco so they could mess up the room before leaving. He heard the crack of apparition and he smiled turning to look at the blonde before snorting with amusement at the array of bags with him.
“Thought we were only going for a week.”
“I know, and I plan to show you around, you have to wear different clothes to different places.”
“I have one bag,” Ron pointed out. “I’m not carrying that.”
“Wanna bet?”
“I’m not carrying it, no matter what,” Ron said.
Draco just grinned at him and pointed his wand at Ron and an instant later he was bound to the chair he was sitting on, and naked. He glared at his boyfriend and began to struggle watching as the blonde stalked closer to him before dropping down on his knees and resting his cheek against Ron’s thigh. Ron closed his eyes willing himself to remain calm; he was not going to carry those bags.
Ten minutes later he was on the verge of biting through his lip as Draco expertly sucked him off, keeping him on the brink of orgasm. Five minutes later he had bitten through his lower lip and had given up, begging for Draco to finish it off somehow, that he would carry the damn bags. Thirty seconds later he was coming, arching up with a long moan as he emptied himself into Draco’s mouth.
He collapsed against the chair watching as Draco stood up with a grin on his face and two flicks of a wand later he was unbound and dress.
“Fucker,” he panted out glaring at the blonde as he moved to stand up, only to be pushed back and have Draco sit on his lap.
“What are you going to do about it?” Draco purred running hands through Ron’s hair.
Ron growled. “Wait until we get to Italy, I’m going to fuck you so hard your mother’s going to feel it for the next week.”
Draco shivered. “Sounds like fun.”
“Except I’m not going to let you come until the end of the day, you’ll have to walk around all day with a stiffy.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Oh I would, and you know what, I packed the cock ring.”
“You have one of those?”
“A Christmas present from Fred and George, as a joke, among other things they got me.”
“What else did they buy you?”
“Ball gag, spreader bar, handcuffs, leather pants, nipple clamps and a few anal beads,” Ron said noticing Draco had stopped breathing for a moment before beginning again. “Why?”
“No reason, did you pack those?” Draco asked his voice a little high.
“No, did you want me to?”
Draco nodded and Ron felt his cock twitch slightly and he smirked. “Why?” he asked as he flicked his wand summoning the toys and another suitcase.
“So you can use them on me again and again,” Draco said a little breathlessly.
Ron shifted feeling Draco’s erection press against his leg and a second later they were kissed, lips smashed together, noses bumping as moans filled the air, and lips were bitten. They parted a little while later both panting and flushed. Ron’s lip was still bleeding a little, and Draco had a large hickey on the side of his neck.
“Fuck, lets go already,” Ron said standing up, holding the blonde with ease.
“The room?”
Ron growled and fumbled for his wand before flicking it a few times upturning a few pieces of furniture and ripping a few pillows. HE sucked on his bottom lip for a moment before spitting on the floor and turning back to Draco who was looking at him with a grin. “Ok now?”
“Yes, grab my bags and let’s go.”
“Take mine, we’ll switch.”
“Fine,” Draco said flicking a wand making the suitcases float. “The Floo number is Italia 669.”
“669?” Ron asked with a grin moving to grab the blondes bags.
“Yes, getting any ideas?” Draco asked as he stepped into the Floor with a kiss and a wink.
Ron rolled his eyes and followed the blonde tumbling out at the other end. He felt his jaw drop open as he took in the open and airy house.
“This is beautiful,” he said standing up straight as he looked around at the high arches, the warm tones and the view out of the floor to ceiling windows on either side of them. “Where are we exactly?”
“We’re in Tuscany, a little bit outside of Viareggio. Now come on, I need to show you our room,” Draco said snapping his fingers and a house elf appeared. “Droghe, please take ours bags to the master suit.”
The little house elf bowed and snapped her fingers and a moment later Draco and Ron were standing there. Draco smiled moving close to grab Ron’s hand. “Let’s look around.”
Ron nodded and allowed the blonde to pull him from room to room, feeling awed at the magnificence of this place. He was in awe. He thought his Aunt Tessies houses were nice, but this was even better, it made him feel like a king.
“This place is beautiful,” Ron said as they were walking down a hall.
“I love it here, I spend summers here. And I plan to move here when I retire,” Draco said with a grin coming to stop in front of a door. “And this is the best room.”
Ron raised an eyebrow and watched as Draco opened the door and pushed him inside. He jaw dropped open as he took in the large room. He could see wall to ceiling windows covering two walls looking out over the coast. He looked around seeing the neutral, but warm tones of the room as well as the large canopy bed.
“Nice bed.”
“Is that all you can say, nice bed? Get your mind out of the gutter,” Draco said with a grin.
“I like the view, can anyone see into the room?”
“If they have a long view camera yes, but I don’t mind, I’ve got privacy spells on the windows. If anyone does, they’ll see an old couple going at it.”
“That’s disturbing.”
“It is, and it works,” Draco said moving to lie down on the bed.
“Still, eww, it’s like your parents going at it or something.”
“We all know your parents had sex at least six times,” Draco teased.
“And yours once,” Ron shot back with a shudder. “Please, never mention my parents and sex in the same sentence if you ever want me to fuck you again.”
“Duly noted, not get over here and keep me warm, this place is not the warmest.”
“Ever heard of warming spells?”
“They only work so much, I would still prefer to be in your arms.”
“Sap,” Ron sighed mock dramatically as he moved to lie down next to the blonde.
Draco smiled and snuggled against Ron who wrapped an arm around the blonde’s thin shoulder and kissed his head. “This is nice.”
“That it is. This place is really beautiful.”
“You’ve said that three times.”
“Just reiterating a fact.”
“Three times?”
“Let me rephrase it then. You’re beautiful,” Ron said with a smile turning his head to look at the blonde who blushed.
“And you’re a romancer,” Draco said leaning up to kiss Ron.
“Damn straight.”
“Not really. I’m as straight as a rainbow really.”
“Never would’ve of guessed that,” Ron said raising a hand to defend himself when the blonde tried to smack him.
“Spousal abuse,” he cried out before managing to get Draco’s wrists and roll them both of them over pinning the blonde to the bed.
“You know you liked it,” Draco said leering up at Ron.
Ron rolled his eyes and moved Draco’s hands up until he could take them in one hand and pin the blonde down. “Maybe I did, but you’re a sucker for torture aren’t you?” he asked running his free hand down the side of Draco’s face and torso before beginning to tickle him.
Draco began to giggle then outright laugh as he squirmed under Ron, struggling to get breath in. Ron smiled and doubled his assault moving his fingers all over the blonde’s stomach never letting up.
“Ron….please…..stop,” Draco said between laughter.
Ron finally stopped and moved so he was holding Draco’s wrists in each hand and waited for the blonde to calm down before leaning down to kiss him. Draco scowled and turned his head to the side with a pout.
“No kisses until you apologize,” Draco said huffing.
Ron grinned and dropped his head to nuzzle at Draco’s neck and kiss it gently; placing the soft caresses all over the blondes pale neck. It took a little bit before Draco started to arch his neck, beginning for more of the kisses and Ron pressed his lips against the pale skin a little harder, adding small nips here and there.
“Sure you don’t want me to kiss you?” Ron asked as he sucked on a spot of flesh below Draco’s ear.
Draco gasped slightly. “F-f-fine, please k-k-kiss me.”
Ron grinned and moved his head up to capture the blondes lip in a forceful kiss letting go of his wrists so he could ran hands all over Draco’s body. Draco’s arms came up to wrap around Ron’s neck, tugging him down, deepening in the kiss and after some shuffling he managed to wrap a leg around Ron’s waist allowing the two of them to begin a slow grind against each other.
It didn’t take long for the two of them to come with gasps and soft moans before Ron rolled to the side and ran a hand over his face grinning ruefully.
“Haven’t come in my pants since I was a wee lad.”
“You’ve never been a wee lad, you’ve always been a big ogre, towering over everyone,” Draco muttered moving to snuggle against Ron’s side, head resting over his chest and fingers tracing idle patterns.
“You know what I meant prat,” Ron said grabbing his wand to cast a few cleaning spells.
Draco grinned and leaned up to lick Ron’s nose. “I am not a prat.”
Ron wrinkled his nose. “More like a cat.”
“Prat.”
“I am not,” Ron said before grinning and rolling his eyes. “Git.”
“Am not, that’s Uncle Sev whose a git.”
“Well he’s a bat, not a git, but I’ll take what I can get. What are we going to do?”
“We’ll, I can show you the outside grounds, then dinner and then sleep tonight, and tomorrow we can walk around the countryside, we have a whole week to ourselves.”
“Sounds like fun,” Ron said moving to kiss Draco once more.
--
The first two days of the vacation were peaceful. The first day the two of them explored the coast, and chose to watch the sunset huddled together under a blanket. The second day they looked through the places where the vineyards would be come spring and summer. That night they had a simple meal of sandwiches, and drank a bottle of wine from the Vineyards.
The third day was peaceful until Ron’s phone woke the two of them. Ron groaned and reached over the blonde he was holding to grab the phone and look at who was calling. It collapsed back with a sigh waiting for the phone to stop ringing before flipping it open and turning the phone off before dropping it of to the side.
“Who was it?” Draco murmured sleepily.
Ron kissed his bare shoulder, resting his lips against the skin. “No one, go back to sleep,” he said before drawing the blonde more fully against him and closed his eyes, feeling warm and comfortable.
“Who was it?” Draco repeated sounding more awake as he turned to look at Ron.
“My mother, probably calling to make sure I haven’t died.”
“Oh,” Draco said before yawning and pressing himself against Ron some more, as he closed his eyes and attempted to go back to sleep.
Ron felt someone prodding his side a little while later and he opened his eyes to see Draco watching him and he yawned. “Yes?”
“I can’t sleep anymore,” Draco whispered with a sheepish grin. “Once I wake up, I’m awake for the rest of the time.
Ron closed his eyes and sighed before opening them with a sleepy smile and another yawn. “That’s fine babe.”
“Did you just call me babe?” Draco asked sounding amused.
“So what if I did?” Ron shot back.
“It’s cute, I like it.”
“Did you just say it’s cute and you like it?” Ron asked incredulous.
“Yeah, I like nicknames, and little forms of endearments.”
“You said you didn’t.”
“I lied; the ones you came up with were weird.”
“So babe’s ok?”
“Yeah, this means I can call you love.”
“Fine babe,” Ron said snaking an arm around Draco’s waist and pulling him closer.
“OK love,” Draco replied.
Ron rolled his eyes and leaned down to give the blonde a languid good morning kiss before drawing back with a grimace. “My mouth is foul,” he muttered.
“Mines not much better,” Draco said grabbing his wand and casting a few refreshing spells over the two of them. “Much better.”
Ron swallowed when he felt the icky taste in his mouth turn into spearmint and he grinned moving to kiss the blonde, running a hand through the blonde hair.
Draco purred deep in his throat returning the kiss with vigor, wrapping an arm around Ron’s shoulder and a leg around his waist.
Ron moved, rolling the two of them until he was on top of the blonde. He felt the other leg wrap around his waist and he noticed an erection pressed against his stomach. He braced himself on one arm as he ran a hand down Draco’s leg until he could wrap a hand around the blondes arse and sit up on his heels, taking the blonde with him, never breaking the kiss.
Draco wrapped the other arm and leg around Ron holding on tight. Ron felt the blonde shiver as he moved his other hand to grab his wand before casting the lubrication spell. Smiling he slid a finger into the blonde, moving it in and out slowly. Draco broke the kiss with a gasp as Ron slid in another finger moving them in and out with the same slowness, teasing Draco open with quick brushes against his prostate and gently spreading his fingers apart.
Draco was begging as Ron slid the third finger in choosing to ignore the blondes plead for more, and to fuck him hard. He chose to go at his own sedate pace. Eventually he pulled his fingers out and whispered the same spell, lubing up his cock. Draco tilted his hips easily and Ron slid into him with an agonizing slowness, both of them gasping as Ron slid easily until he was buried to the hilt.
Draco kissed Ron then and they stayed still as they kissed before Ron moved so Draco was lying on the bed, on leg wrapped around Ron’s hip, the other spread out to the side, opening him up. Ron pulled down and moved back in with the same care, going slow. He set up a steady pace, slowly building the two of them up, higher and higher, until they were both gasping for breath before they came with groans in an orgasm that left them weak limbed and shuddering slightly.
Ron collapsed, pressing Draco in the mattress as he fought to regain his breath, feeling them slid together, slippery from sweat and Draco’s come. He managed to maneuver the two of them until Draco was resting against him.
“So that’s what slow sex is like,” Draco said grinning as he turned to look at Ron after they caught their breath.
Ron nodded moving so he was resting against the headboard, the blonde tucked under his chin. “There are advantages to taking it slow.”
“I can see those now,” Draco said burrowing his nose into the hollow of Ron’s throat. “But I need a shower.”
“Would a bath do?” Ron said.
Draco nodded and yawned. “Only if you keep me from drowning.”
“That I can do.”
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Rating; NC-17
Pairing; Ron/Draco
Word Count; 2,741
Summary; 'When Moody hired a masseuse to work out the kinks from his aurors, it set of a chain on events with some unsual consequences.'
Warnings; Explicit Sex, Angst, Fluff, BDSM, Fisting, Crossdressing, OOC Characters, Toy's
Disclaimer; This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
A/N; This is written for my 100quills prompt of Ron/Draco, which I will be posting there as soon as I am accepted.
The Masseuse Arc ; Chapter 9
by; Mack
It was absurd how easy it was for him to get time off. All he had to do was show Moody the completed paperwork, as well as show him his hours already raked up and Moody had grudgingly signed the paper.
Currently he was sitting in his lounge waiting for Draco so they could mess up the room before leaving. He heard the crack of apparition and he smiled turning to look at the blonde before snorting with amusement at the array of bags with him.
“Thought we were only going for a week.”
“I know, and I plan to show you around, you have to wear different clothes to different places.”
“I have one bag,” Ron pointed out. “I’m not carrying that.”
“Wanna bet?”
“I’m not carrying it, no matter what,” Ron said.
Draco just grinned at him and pointed his wand at Ron and an instant later he was bound to the chair he was sitting on, and naked. He glared at his boyfriend and began to struggle watching as the blonde stalked closer to him before dropping down on his knees and resting his cheek against Ron’s thigh. Ron closed his eyes willing himself to remain calm; he was not going to carry those bags.
Ten minutes later he was on the verge of biting through his lip as Draco expertly sucked him off, keeping him on the brink of orgasm. Five minutes later he had bitten through his lower lip and had given up, begging for Draco to finish it off somehow, that he would carry the damn bags. Thirty seconds later he was coming, arching up with a long moan as he emptied himself into Draco’s mouth.
He collapsed against the chair watching as Draco stood up with a grin on his face and two flicks of a wand later he was unbound and dress.
“Fucker,” he panted out glaring at the blonde as he moved to stand up, only to be pushed back and have Draco sit on his lap.
“What are you going to do about it?” Draco purred running hands through Ron’s hair.
Ron growled. “Wait until we get to Italy, I’m going to fuck you so hard your mother’s going to feel it for the next week.”
Draco shivered. “Sounds like fun.”
“Except I’m not going to let you come until the end of the day, you’ll have to walk around all day with a stiffy.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Oh I would, and you know what, I packed the cock ring.”
“You have one of those?”
“A Christmas present from Fred and George, as a joke, among other things they got me.”
“What else did they buy you?”
“Ball gag, spreader bar, handcuffs, leather pants, nipple clamps and a few anal beads,” Ron said noticing Draco had stopped breathing for a moment before beginning again. “Why?”
“No reason, did you pack those?” Draco asked his voice a little high.
“No, did you want me to?”
Draco nodded and Ron felt his cock twitch slightly and he smirked. “Why?” he asked as he flicked his wand summoning the toys and another suitcase.
“So you can use them on me again and again,” Draco said a little breathlessly.
Ron shifted feeling Draco’s erection press against his leg and a second later they were kissed, lips smashed together, noses bumping as moans filled the air, and lips were bitten. They parted a little while later both panting and flushed. Ron’s lip was still bleeding a little, and Draco had a large hickey on the side of his neck.
“Fuck, lets go already,” Ron said standing up, holding the blonde with ease.
“The room?”
Ron growled and fumbled for his wand before flicking it a few times upturning a few pieces of furniture and ripping a few pillows. HE sucked on his bottom lip for a moment before spitting on the floor and turning back to Draco who was looking at him with a grin. “Ok now?”
“Yes, grab my bags and let’s go.”
“Take mine, we’ll switch.”
“Fine,” Draco said flicking a wand making the suitcases float. “The Floo number is Italia 669.”
“669?” Ron asked with a grin moving to grab the blondes bags.
“Yes, getting any ideas?” Draco asked as he stepped into the Floor with a kiss and a wink.
Ron rolled his eyes and followed the blonde tumbling out at the other end. He felt his jaw drop open as he took in the open and airy house.
“This is beautiful,” he said standing up straight as he looked around at the high arches, the warm tones and the view out of the floor to ceiling windows on either side of them. “Where are we exactly?”
“We’re in Tuscany, a little bit outside of Viareggio. Now come on, I need to show you our room,” Draco said snapping his fingers and a house elf appeared. “Droghe, please take ours bags to the master suit.”
The little house elf bowed and snapped her fingers and a moment later Draco and Ron were standing there. Draco smiled moving close to grab Ron’s hand. “Let’s look around.”
Ron nodded and allowed the blonde to pull him from room to room, feeling awed at the magnificence of this place. He was in awe. He thought his Aunt Tessies houses were nice, but this was even better, it made him feel like a king.
“This place is beautiful,” Ron said as they were walking down a hall.
“I love it here, I spend summers here. And I plan to move here when I retire,” Draco said with a grin coming to stop in front of a door. “And this is the best room.”
Ron raised an eyebrow and watched as Draco opened the door and pushed him inside. He jaw dropped open as he took in the large room. He could see wall to ceiling windows covering two walls looking out over the coast. He looked around seeing the neutral, but warm tones of the room as well as the large canopy bed.
“Nice bed.”
“Is that all you can say, nice bed? Get your mind out of the gutter,” Draco said with a grin.
“I like the view, can anyone see into the room?”
“If they have a long view camera yes, but I don’t mind, I’ve got privacy spells on the windows. If anyone does, they’ll see an old couple going at it.”
“That’s disturbing.”
“It is, and it works,” Draco said moving to lie down on the bed.
“Still, eww, it’s like your parents going at it or something.”
“We all know your parents had sex at least six times,” Draco teased.
“And yours once,” Ron shot back with a shudder. “Please, never mention my parents and sex in the same sentence if you ever want me to fuck you again.”
“Duly noted, not get over here and keep me warm, this place is not the warmest.”
“Ever heard of warming spells?”
“They only work so much, I would still prefer to be in your arms.”
“Sap,” Ron sighed mock dramatically as he moved to lie down next to the blonde.
Draco smiled and snuggled against Ron who wrapped an arm around the blonde’s thin shoulder and kissed his head. “This is nice.”
“That it is. This place is really beautiful.”
“You’ve said that three times.”
“Just reiterating a fact.”
“Three times?”
“Let me rephrase it then. You’re beautiful,” Ron said with a smile turning his head to look at the blonde who blushed.
“And you’re a romancer,” Draco said leaning up to kiss Ron.
“Damn straight.”
“Not really. I’m as straight as a rainbow really.”
“Never would’ve of guessed that,” Ron said raising a hand to defend himself when the blonde tried to smack him.
“Spousal abuse,” he cried out before managing to get Draco’s wrists and roll them both of them over pinning the blonde to the bed.
“You know you liked it,” Draco said leering up at Ron.
Ron rolled his eyes and moved Draco’s hands up until he could take them in one hand and pin the blonde down. “Maybe I did, but you’re a sucker for torture aren’t you?” he asked running his free hand down the side of Draco’s face and torso before beginning to tickle him.
Draco began to giggle then outright laugh as he squirmed under Ron, struggling to get breath in. Ron smiled and doubled his assault moving his fingers all over the blonde’s stomach never letting up.
“Ron….please…..stop,” Draco said between laughter.
Ron finally stopped and moved so he was holding Draco’s wrists in each hand and waited for the blonde to calm down before leaning down to kiss him. Draco scowled and turned his head to the side with a pout.
“No kisses until you apologize,” Draco said huffing.
Ron grinned and dropped his head to nuzzle at Draco’s neck and kiss it gently; placing the soft caresses all over the blondes pale neck. It took a little bit before Draco started to arch his neck, beginning for more of the kisses and Ron pressed his lips against the pale skin a little harder, adding small nips here and there.
“Sure you don’t want me to kiss you?” Ron asked as he sucked on a spot of flesh below Draco’s ear.
Draco gasped slightly. “F-f-fine, please k-k-kiss me.”
Ron grinned and moved his head up to capture the blondes lip in a forceful kiss letting go of his wrists so he could ran hands all over Draco’s body. Draco’s arms came up to wrap around Ron’s neck, tugging him down, deepening in the kiss and after some shuffling he managed to wrap a leg around Ron’s waist allowing the two of them to begin a slow grind against each other.
It didn’t take long for the two of them to come with gasps and soft moans before Ron rolled to the side and ran a hand over his face grinning ruefully.
“Haven’t come in my pants since I was a wee lad.”
“You’ve never been a wee lad, you’ve always been a big ogre, towering over everyone,” Draco muttered moving to snuggle against Ron’s side, head resting over his chest and fingers tracing idle patterns.
“You know what I meant prat,” Ron said grabbing his wand to cast a few cleaning spells.
Draco grinned and leaned up to lick Ron’s nose. “I am not a prat.”
Ron wrinkled his nose. “More like a cat.”
“Prat.”
“I am not,” Ron said before grinning and rolling his eyes. “Git.”
“Am not, that’s Uncle Sev whose a git.”
“Well he’s a bat, not a git, but I’ll take what I can get. What are we going to do?”
“We’ll, I can show you the outside grounds, then dinner and then sleep tonight, and tomorrow we can walk around the countryside, we have a whole week to ourselves.”
“Sounds like fun,” Ron said moving to kiss Draco once more.
--
The first two days of the vacation were peaceful. The first day the two of them explored the coast, and chose to watch the sunset huddled together under a blanket. The second day they looked through the places where the vineyards would be come spring and summer. That night they had a simple meal of sandwiches, and drank a bottle of wine from the Vineyards.
The third day was peaceful until Ron’s phone woke the two of them. Ron groaned and reached over the blonde he was holding to grab the phone and look at who was calling. It collapsed back with a sigh waiting for the phone to stop ringing before flipping it open and turning the phone off before dropping it of to the side.
“Who was it?” Draco murmured sleepily.
Ron kissed his bare shoulder, resting his lips against the skin. “No one, go back to sleep,” he said before drawing the blonde more fully against him and closed his eyes, feeling warm and comfortable.
“Who was it?” Draco repeated sounding more awake as he turned to look at Ron.
“My mother, probably calling to make sure I haven’t died.”
“Oh,” Draco said before yawning and pressing himself against Ron some more, as he closed his eyes and attempted to go back to sleep.
Ron felt someone prodding his side a little while later and he opened his eyes to see Draco watching him and he yawned. “Yes?”
“I can’t sleep anymore,” Draco whispered with a sheepish grin. “Once I wake up, I’m awake for the rest of the time.
Ron closed his eyes and sighed before opening them with a sleepy smile and another yawn. “That’s fine babe.”
“Did you just call me babe?” Draco asked sounding amused.
“So what if I did?” Ron shot back.
“It’s cute, I like it.”
“Did you just say it’s cute and you like it?” Ron asked incredulous.
“Yeah, I like nicknames, and little forms of endearments.”
“You said you didn’t.”
“I lied; the ones you came up with were weird.”
“So babe’s ok?”
“Yeah, this means I can call you love.”
“Fine babe,” Ron said snaking an arm around Draco’s waist and pulling him closer.
“OK love,” Draco replied.
Ron rolled his eyes and leaned down to give the blonde a languid good morning kiss before drawing back with a grimace. “My mouth is foul,” he muttered.
“Mines not much better,” Draco said grabbing his wand and casting a few refreshing spells over the two of them. “Much better.”
Ron swallowed when he felt the icky taste in his mouth turn into spearmint and he grinned moving to kiss the blonde, running a hand through the blonde hair.
Draco purred deep in his throat returning the kiss with vigor, wrapping an arm around Ron’s shoulder and a leg around his waist.
Ron moved, rolling the two of them until he was on top of the blonde. He felt the other leg wrap around his waist and he noticed an erection pressed against his stomach. He braced himself on one arm as he ran a hand down Draco’s leg until he could wrap a hand around the blondes arse and sit up on his heels, taking the blonde with him, never breaking the kiss.
Draco wrapped the other arm and leg around Ron holding on tight. Ron felt the blonde shiver as he moved his other hand to grab his wand before casting the lubrication spell. Smiling he slid a finger into the blonde, moving it in and out slowly. Draco broke the kiss with a gasp as Ron slid in another finger moving them in and out with the same slowness, teasing Draco open with quick brushes against his prostate and gently spreading his fingers apart.
Draco was begging as Ron slid the third finger in choosing to ignore the blondes plead for more, and to fuck him hard. He chose to go at his own sedate pace. Eventually he pulled his fingers out and whispered the same spell, lubing up his cock. Draco tilted his hips easily and Ron slid into him with an agonizing slowness, both of them gasping as Ron slid easily until he was buried to the hilt.
Draco kissed Ron then and they stayed still as they kissed before Ron moved so Draco was lying on the bed, on leg wrapped around Ron’s hip, the other spread out to the side, opening him up. Ron pulled down and moved back in with the same care, going slow. He set up a steady pace, slowly building the two of them up, higher and higher, until they were both gasping for breath before they came with groans in an orgasm that left them weak limbed and shuddering slightly.
Ron collapsed, pressing Draco in the mattress as he fought to regain his breath, feeling them slid together, slippery from sweat and Draco’s come. He managed to maneuver the two of them until Draco was resting against him.
“So that’s what slow sex is like,” Draco said grinning as he turned to look at Ron after they caught their breath.
Ron nodded moving so he was resting against the headboard, the blonde tucked under his chin. “There are advantages to taking it slow.”
“I can see those now,” Draco said burrowing his nose into the hollow of Ron’s throat. “But I need a shower.”
“Would a bath do?” Ron said.
Draco nodded and yawned. “Only if you keep me from drowning.”
“That I can do.”
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