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Title; The Masseuse (5/10)
Rating; NC-17
Pairing; Ron/Draco
Word Count; 2,743
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.
A/N 02; Next Chapter is going to be uber long, just as a warning.
The Masseuse Arc ; Chapter 5
by; Mack
Ron was confused.
Draco was refusing to talk to him, or to see him. Ever since the night he had fisted the blonde Draco had been giving him the cold shoulder and Ron had no clue why. He knew that Draco wanted to kiss him, but Ron was adamant.
Casual fucks did not equate to kisses and warmth.
Currently he was sitting in his office, staring at the stack of paperwork in front of him deep in thought. He hadn’t realized how much he had enjoyed having sex with Draco, until it suddenly was gone from his life. It had been three weeks since he had had sex, and he was currently in withdrawal, he needed someone to sleep with.
The idea of going to a club to pick someone up had crossed his mind, and he had gotten there and had had a few offers, but he had turned them all down, wondering why the next morning when he had woken up aching hard and wanting to screw something other than his own hand.
He sighed, dropping his head back against with a groan. The muscles in his neck were seizing up again from hours spent over the desk day after day. That was another thing he missed, Draco would always make sure his neck was in working order, and it had felt great, his headaches had lessened and when they did come they had lost some of their intensity. Until Draco had decided to stop talking to them three weeks ago of course, since then his headaches were back, courtesy of more paperwork, and long hours wondering what the fuck he had done wrong.
Shaking he head he leant forward and grabbed his pen, intent of finishing this pile up as soon as possible so he go home, get some alcohol and then go to sleep, hopefully waking up from this nightmare sometimes soon.
Half and hour later he threw down his pen with a grimace, it was no fucking use. He couldn’t concentrate on anything at the moment. His cock was standing at attention from the repeated thoughts of Draco, and Draco was on his mind and he couldn’t do any fucking work because of that damn ferret.
He dropped his head to the next with a loud annoyed sound missing the knocking on the door for a moment. When his mind registered it his head shot up and he glared at the door.
“What?” he snapped watching as the door opened to admit an amused Harry.
“A bad day I’m guessing,” Harry said moving to sit in the chair across from Ron.
“Fuck off,” Ron snarled sneering at his best friend.
“Really bad day then. What the fuck happened?”
Ron snarled again, wishing Harry would go away. “Headache,” he muttered when Harry just raised an eyebrow and settled in for the count.
“Go home then, I’m done with my paperwork, I could do some of yours if you wanted.”
Ron smiled for the first time in a week. “Seriously?”
“Yeah, Sev has a detention to supervise until nine tonight, I was going to ask you if you wanted to do something, but it seems your out, and Hermione and Charlie are out at dinner,” Harry said moving to stand up. “Merlin knows I can imitate your handwriting and signature well enough.”
Ron managed another smile of that as he stood up relinquishing the chair to Harry watching as his best friend performed an illusion charm, and a second later he was staring at himself.
"Thanks mate,” Ron said rubbing at his temples.
“No problem, now bugger off before someone comes in,” Harry said.
Ron nodded and apparated out of there heading straight to his bedroom and collapsing on it with a sigh of relief. His eyes closed and he fell asleep.
He woke up a few hours later, the pounding gone, but his neck still hurting. Glancing at the clock he saw it was only two in the afternoon, he had been asleep for five hours. Shifting so he was laying on his back he was suddenly aware of a throbbing in his lap and he palmed his erection through his clothes.
His eyes slid shut as he gasped, fingers fumbling with his button and zipper until he could shove his pants down and grasp his erection hand moving up and down, squeezing tightly, nails biting into the sensitive skin slightly.
An image of Draco on his knees, mouth wrapped tight around Ron’s cock came to mind. He groaned, hand moving up and down faster as he remembered the way Draco could use the tongue ring, flicking it over the top, the metal cold at first, but then warming up as his cock was expertly sucked.
He whimpered as he remembered the way Draco’s lips looked after he sucked Ron off, pink and shiny, slightly parted and puffy. The way Draco would always lick his lips first, making sure he had gotten everything, before wiping his mouth on the back of his hand and resting his forehead on Ron’s hip, body covered in sweat as they both attempted to catch their breath.
He felt his balls draw up for a moment before the image of Draco opening his eyes just after he got fucked, the lazy half smirk as his lust darkened the usually light eyes to a stormy gray, filled with promise for next time and he came with a shout.
He shuddered as his hips arched off the bed slightly, coming hard, before he collapsed onto the bed panting slightly, his own eyes closed against the memory knowing there hadn’t been a next time. He had done something to piss the blonde of, and now Draco wasn’t coming back and he had no clue why his heart just tried to leave his chest.
He threw an arm over his face with a groan scrabbling for his wand to cast a few half hearted cleaning charms, laying there wondering when his life had gotten so bloody complicated.
Sighing, he moved to sit up, and pulled his pants up so they were hanging off hips, instead of around his thighs. Resting on the edge of the bed he rubbed at his temples before standing up and heading to the bathroom to take a shower.
An hour later he emerged again, a towel low around his hips feeling better than he had before. Quickly he changed into a pair of jeans and a shirt and jacket before grabbing his wallet and his wand.
Closing his eyes he visualized the place where Draco worked, glad it was a wizarding establishment. He had decided in the shower to find out what the fuck he had done wrong, and if Draco thought he was stalking him, he would play the earnest Gryffindor.
He apparated to the day spa, adopting a pained look on his face and began to rub the back of his neck pitifully as he moved to the front.
“Afternoon Mr. Weasley,” the earnest young sectary said looking up at Ron an overly bright smile on his face.
“Hello Dayton,” Ron said with a sigh. “Is there any chance I could get an appointment, I wrenched my neck at work today.”
“Oh you poor thing,” Dayton said making a sympathetic face as he looked down at the planner. “You’re in luck, Draco has this hour free.”
Ron fought the urge to smirk, this was going too easily. “That’d be fine.”
“Well, he’s in room four, as you know, I hope you feel better Mr. Weasley,” Dayton said looking up at Ron.
“Thank you, just charge my account ok?” Ron asked the boy who nodded.
Ron gave one last smiled to Dayton before turning and walking to the room knowing that Draco would already be informed. Knocking on the door he heard a tight voice give him permission to enter and he did so eyes zeroing in on the blonde who was standing looking at him annoyed.
“Weasley.”
“Malfoy.”
“Get ready,” Draco said his voice cold, expressionless and Ron nodded.
He got undressed, draping his clothes over the table next to him before moving to lie down on the table, no longer embarrassed to be naked around the blonde. He shifted slightly, arms coming up to rest under his head, feeling a towel settle over his arse. He frowned; it had been a long time since Draco had covered him up like that, not since the first time they had fucked.
He felt cool hands, slick with oil settle on his shoulders and begin to knead the muscles there none to gently. He winced as Draco attacked a knot with vigor, working it without care as Ron whimpered slightly in pain. He felt the hands move up to his neck and press in causing him to yelp slightly.
“Jesus Malfoy, give a man a break here,” he said shying away as Draco dug his thumbs into his muscles.
“Sorry about that,” Draco said not sounding very sorry at all.
Ron forced himself to relax, knowing it was worse when he tensed up. However, the instant he had managed to relax his shoulders once more he felt thumbs jam into a knot and he yelped and shifted away from the digging fingers glaring at Draco.
“What the fuck is your problem?” he demanded.
Draco crossed his arms over his chest and stared at Ron. “You,” he said blandly.
“What the fuck did I do?” Ron demanded.
Draco blinked. “You know exactly what you did.”
Ron fought the urge to throttle the blonde. “No I don’t. I fucked you, and then all of a sudden you went all weird on me. And then you stopped talking to me and now you’re trying to dislocate my shoulder.”
Draco glared at him, two spots of colour high on his cheeks. “You little fucker, we don’t talk, we fuck and I wanted more than that.”
“Then why didn’t you say so? I’m gay, not physic. I’m sure we could’ve done something more interesting than that, I thought the whole fist thing was pretty inventive.”
“You can be so intelligent sometimes, but this is not obviously not one of them. By more I didn’t mean kinkier sex, I wanted a fucking relationship,” Draco all but screamed and Ron was glad for the permanent silencing spells on these rooms. “Fuck, hell, I just wanted you to kiss me at least.”
“Then find a boyfriend, I don’t kiss people I’m not dating,” Ron said confused. He had no clue what Draco was talking about.
“You moron, I wanted a relationship with you,” Draco said, looking on the verge of physical violence.
“What the fuck for? All we do is fuck, we never talk,” Ron said moving to stand up, wrapping the towel around his waist as a flimsy protection.
“Because you are an enigma to me, and I want to find out more.”
“How the fuck? I’m a Weasley, I’m an Auror, and that’s it.”
“No, there’s more. I noticed it more over the past months, you are all sweet and charming outside of the bedroom, making sure to talk to everyone equally and you treat everyone the same, even me the day we met, you didn’t yell at me, you just kind of looked at me, but then in the bedroom you go all crazy and demanding and do you know how fucking hot that is? Not to mention that somehow, you got the body of a fucking god somewhere along the way, all muscled and you’re tall and have broad shoulders,” Draco said throwing his arms up in the air.
“That’s not much to base a relationship on,” Ron said.
“I don’t care, I want to try, do you want to try or am I preaching to the choir here?”
Ron blinked as he leaned against the table, his arms crossed over the chest. He had never entertained the idea of actually dating the blonde, in fact it had never, in the course of twenty five years even thought of the idea. He saw Malfoy waiting patiently, all pale skin and blonde hair, and he shrugged.
“I guess so, I’m not sure though,” he said taking the typical Gryffindor stance of jumping into something without much thought.
The result of him agreeing was instantaneous as Draco beamed at him and launched himself at Ron wrapping arms around his waist. Ron looked at him in amusement arms still crossed over his chest. Draco rested his chin on Ron’s crossed arm and looked up at him from under his fringe blinking, gray eyes showing happiness.
“Can you kiss me now?” Draco whispered. “I want you to kiss me.”
Ron blinked before nodding slightly and leant down lightly pressing his lips against Draco’s in a soft kiss.
He intended to pull back, but he felt the blonde press flush against him before the pale arms were wrapped around his neck. Draco pressed his lips more firmly against Ron’s, flush against his body. Ron finally unwrapped his own, gently laying his hands on Draco’s hips opening his mouth to trace Draco’s lips, permission granted when Draco’s tongue snaked out to meet his own.
They dueled in air for a moment, sliding against each other before Ron’s chased Draco’s into his mouth, exploring the blonde once more. He ran his tongue over the smooth even teeth, and the roof of his mouth before moving back to duel with Draco’s tongue once more.
He felt the cool bar press against his tongue and it thrilled him more than he was willing to admit. He felt it sliding up and down and he began to play with it as best as it could, enjoying the way Draco moaned and relaxed against him, the picture of perfection submission.
One hand came up to wrap into Draco’s choppy blonde hair tilting his head slightly so Ron could get a better angle as the hand around the blonde’s hip tightened as he turned them around so Draco was pressed against the table. He felt slender hands tangle in his hair and tugged slightly.
Ron moved back, breaking the kiss and tilted his head back watching as Draco moved to sit on the table before wrapping his legs around Ron’s waist before tugging him back to kiss.
This time it was faster, harder, Ron taking brutal possession of the blonde’s mouth, sucking the tongue into his own mouth and nipping it gently, feeling the shudders as they wracked the blonde’s body. He allowed Draco to regain control of his tongue for a moment before he leant forward and took his bottom lip into his mouth, biting down gently feeling Draco arch against him with a moan.
He tilted his head to the side to get a better angle when a flash of pain shot through his neck and he tore back from the kiss with a cry.
“Ouch fucking hell,” he said raising a hand to rub at his neck.
“Hurts?” Draco asked biting a kiss swollen lip.
“Yeah, fucking paperwork,” Ron said tilting his head forward trying to get some relief.
“Lay on the table and I’ll fix it,” Draco said moving to get off the table, waiting for Ron to get down before the blessedly cool hands were rubbing once more.
Ron relaxed into the sensation as he thought over the new development. He was now dating Draco. He was dating a fucking Malfoy; sworn enemy of his family for god knows how many generations. He blinked as the full implications set in. Draco was his boyfriend, he had a boyfriend. Fuck, Harry and Hermione were going to freak, he closed his eyes as he realized he might have to eventually tell his family, that was going to be a good time.
He groaned as Draco worked out the knots once more - this time in a more controlled fashion instead of digging fingers in.
Thirty minutes later he was dressed and kissing Draco softly once more.
“Do you want to grab some dinner Friday?” he asked.
He guessed this was the right thing to say when Draco nodded his head, a wide smile on his face and attacked him, kissing him desperately. Ron was stunned for a moment before he kissed Draco back.
“I have to go back to work, Bye Malfoy, I’ll pick you up at nine on Friday yeah?”
“Draco, my name is Draco.”
Ron rolled his eyes. “Bye Draco.”
“Bye Ron, see you Friday.”
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Rating; NC-17
Pairing; Ron/Draco
Word Count; 2,743
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.
A/N 02; Next Chapter is going to be uber long, just as a warning.
The Masseuse Arc ; Chapter 5
by; Mack
Ron was confused.
Draco was refusing to talk to him, or to see him. Ever since the night he had fisted the blonde Draco had been giving him the cold shoulder and Ron had no clue why. He knew that Draco wanted to kiss him, but Ron was adamant.
Casual fucks did not equate to kisses and warmth.
Currently he was sitting in his office, staring at the stack of paperwork in front of him deep in thought. He hadn’t realized how much he had enjoyed having sex with Draco, until it suddenly was gone from his life. It had been three weeks since he had had sex, and he was currently in withdrawal, he needed someone to sleep with.
The idea of going to a club to pick someone up had crossed his mind, and he had gotten there and had had a few offers, but he had turned them all down, wondering why the next morning when he had woken up aching hard and wanting to screw something other than his own hand.
He sighed, dropping his head back against with a groan. The muscles in his neck were seizing up again from hours spent over the desk day after day. That was another thing he missed, Draco would always make sure his neck was in working order, and it had felt great, his headaches had lessened and when they did come they had lost some of their intensity. Until Draco had decided to stop talking to them three weeks ago of course, since then his headaches were back, courtesy of more paperwork, and long hours wondering what the fuck he had done wrong.
Shaking he head he leant forward and grabbed his pen, intent of finishing this pile up as soon as possible so he go home, get some alcohol and then go to sleep, hopefully waking up from this nightmare sometimes soon.
Half and hour later he threw down his pen with a grimace, it was no fucking use. He couldn’t concentrate on anything at the moment. His cock was standing at attention from the repeated thoughts of Draco, and Draco was on his mind and he couldn’t do any fucking work because of that damn ferret.
He dropped his head to the next with a loud annoyed sound missing the knocking on the door for a moment. When his mind registered it his head shot up and he glared at the door.
“What?” he snapped watching as the door opened to admit an amused Harry.
“A bad day I’m guessing,” Harry said moving to sit in the chair across from Ron.
“Fuck off,” Ron snarled sneering at his best friend.
“Really bad day then. What the fuck happened?”
Ron snarled again, wishing Harry would go away. “Headache,” he muttered when Harry just raised an eyebrow and settled in for the count.
“Go home then, I’m done with my paperwork, I could do some of yours if you wanted.”
Ron smiled for the first time in a week. “Seriously?”
“Yeah, Sev has a detention to supervise until nine tonight, I was going to ask you if you wanted to do something, but it seems your out, and Hermione and Charlie are out at dinner,” Harry said moving to stand up. “Merlin knows I can imitate your handwriting and signature well enough.”
Ron managed another smile of that as he stood up relinquishing the chair to Harry watching as his best friend performed an illusion charm, and a second later he was staring at himself.
"Thanks mate,” Ron said rubbing at his temples.
“No problem, now bugger off before someone comes in,” Harry said.
Ron nodded and apparated out of there heading straight to his bedroom and collapsing on it with a sigh of relief. His eyes closed and he fell asleep.
He woke up a few hours later, the pounding gone, but his neck still hurting. Glancing at the clock he saw it was only two in the afternoon, he had been asleep for five hours. Shifting so he was laying on his back he was suddenly aware of a throbbing in his lap and he palmed his erection through his clothes.
His eyes slid shut as he gasped, fingers fumbling with his button and zipper until he could shove his pants down and grasp his erection hand moving up and down, squeezing tightly, nails biting into the sensitive skin slightly.
An image of Draco on his knees, mouth wrapped tight around Ron’s cock came to mind. He groaned, hand moving up and down faster as he remembered the way Draco could use the tongue ring, flicking it over the top, the metal cold at first, but then warming up as his cock was expertly sucked.
He whimpered as he remembered the way Draco’s lips looked after he sucked Ron off, pink and shiny, slightly parted and puffy. The way Draco would always lick his lips first, making sure he had gotten everything, before wiping his mouth on the back of his hand and resting his forehead on Ron’s hip, body covered in sweat as they both attempted to catch their breath.
He felt his balls draw up for a moment before the image of Draco opening his eyes just after he got fucked, the lazy half smirk as his lust darkened the usually light eyes to a stormy gray, filled with promise for next time and he came with a shout.
He shuddered as his hips arched off the bed slightly, coming hard, before he collapsed onto the bed panting slightly, his own eyes closed against the memory knowing there hadn’t been a next time. He had done something to piss the blonde of, and now Draco wasn’t coming back and he had no clue why his heart just tried to leave his chest.
He threw an arm over his face with a groan scrabbling for his wand to cast a few half hearted cleaning charms, laying there wondering when his life had gotten so bloody complicated.
Sighing, he moved to sit up, and pulled his pants up so they were hanging off hips, instead of around his thighs. Resting on the edge of the bed he rubbed at his temples before standing up and heading to the bathroom to take a shower.
An hour later he emerged again, a towel low around his hips feeling better than he had before. Quickly he changed into a pair of jeans and a shirt and jacket before grabbing his wallet and his wand.
Closing his eyes he visualized the place where Draco worked, glad it was a wizarding establishment. He had decided in the shower to find out what the fuck he had done wrong, and if Draco thought he was stalking him, he would play the earnest Gryffindor.
He apparated to the day spa, adopting a pained look on his face and began to rub the back of his neck pitifully as he moved to the front.
“Afternoon Mr. Weasley,” the earnest young sectary said looking up at Ron an overly bright smile on his face.
“Hello Dayton,” Ron said with a sigh. “Is there any chance I could get an appointment, I wrenched my neck at work today.”
“Oh you poor thing,” Dayton said making a sympathetic face as he looked down at the planner. “You’re in luck, Draco has this hour free.”
Ron fought the urge to smirk, this was going too easily. “That’d be fine.”
“Well, he’s in room four, as you know, I hope you feel better Mr. Weasley,” Dayton said looking up at Ron.
“Thank you, just charge my account ok?” Ron asked the boy who nodded.
Ron gave one last smiled to Dayton before turning and walking to the room knowing that Draco would already be informed. Knocking on the door he heard a tight voice give him permission to enter and he did so eyes zeroing in on the blonde who was standing looking at him annoyed.
“Weasley.”
“Malfoy.”
“Get ready,” Draco said his voice cold, expressionless and Ron nodded.
He got undressed, draping his clothes over the table next to him before moving to lie down on the table, no longer embarrassed to be naked around the blonde. He shifted slightly, arms coming up to rest under his head, feeling a towel settle over his arse. He frowned; it had been a long time since Draco had covered him up like that, not since the first time they had fucked.
He felt cool hands, slick with oil settle on his shoulders and begin to knead the muscles there none to gently. He winced as Draco attacked a knot with vigor, working it without care as Ron whimpered slightly in pain. He felt the hands move up to his neck and press in causing him to yelp slightly.
“Jesus Malfoy, give a man a break here,” he said shying away as Draco dug his thumbs into his muscles.
“Sorry about that,” Draco said not sounding very sorry at all.
Ron forced himself to relax, knowing it was worse when he tensed up. However, the instant he had managed to relax his shoulders once more he felt thumbs jam into a knot and he yelped and shifted away from the digging fingers glaring at Draco.
“What the fuck is your problem?” he demanded.
Draco crossed his arms over his chest and stared at Ron. “You,” he said blandly.
“What the fuck did I do?” Ron demanded.
Draco blinked. “You know exactly what you did.”
Ron fought the urge to throttle the blonde. “No I don’t. I fucked you, and then all of a sudden you went all weird on me. And then you stopped talking to me and now you’re trying to dislocate my shoulder.”
Draco glared at him, two spots of colour high on his cheeks. “You little fucker, we don’t talk, we fuck and I wanted more than that.”
“Then why didn’t you say so? I’m gay, not physic. I’m sure we could’ve done something more interesting than that, I thought the whole fist thing was pretty inventive.”
“You can be so intelligent sometimes, but this is not obviously not one of them. By more I didn’t mean kinkier sex, I wanted a fucking relationship,” Draco all but screamed and Ron was glad for the permanent silencing spells on these rooms. “Fuck, hell, I just wanted you to kiss me at least.”
“Then find a boyfriend, I don’t kiss people I’m not dating,” Ron said confused. He had no clue what Draco was talking about.
“You moron, I wanted a relationship with you,” Draco said, looking on the verge of physical violence.
“What the fuck for? All we do is fuck, we never talk,” Ron said moving to stand up, wrapping the towel around his waist as a flimsy protection.
“Because you are an enigma to me, and I want to find out more.”
“How the fuck? I’m a Weasley, I’m an Auror, and that’s it.”
“No, there’s more. I noticed it more over the past months, you are all sweet and charming outside of the bedroom, making sure to talk to everyone equally and you treat everyone the same, even me the day we met, you didn’t yell at me, you just kind of looked at me, but then in the bedroom you go all crazy and demanding and do you know how fucking hot that is? Not to mention that somehow, you got the body of a fucking god somewhere along the way, all muscled and you’re tall and have broad shoulders,” Draco said throwing his arms up in the air.
“That’s not much to base a relationship on,” Ron said.
“I don’t care, I want to try, do you want to try or am I preaching to the choir here?”
Ron blinked as he leaned against the table, his arms crossed over the chest. He had never entertained the idea of actually dating the blonde, in fact it had never, in the course of twenty five years even thought of the idea. He saw Malfoy waiting patiently, all pale skin and blonde hair, and he shrugged.
“I guess so, I’m not sure though,” he said taking the typical Gryffindor stance of jumping into something without much thought.
The result of him agreeing was instantaneous as Draco beamed at him and launched himself at Ron wrapping arms around his waist. Ron looked at him in amusement arms still crossed over his chest. Draco rested his chin on Ron’s crossed arm and looked up at him from under his fringe blinking, gray eyes showing happiness.
“Can you kiss me now?” Draco whispered. “I want you to kiss me.”
Ron blinked before nodding slightly and leant down lightly pressing his lips against Draco’s in a soft kiss.
He intended to pull back, but he felt the blonde press flush against him before the pale arms were wrapped around his neck. Draco pressed his lips more firmly against Ron’s, flush against his body. Ron finally unwrapped his own, gently laying his hands on Draco’s hips opening his mouth to trace Draco’s lips, permission granted when Draco’s tongue snaked out to meet his own.
They dueled in air for a moment, sliding against each other before Ron’s chased Draco’s into his mouth, exploring the blonde once more. He ran his tongue over the smooth even teeth, and the roof of his mouth before moving back to duel with Draco’s tongue once more.
He felt the cool bar press against his tongue and it thrilled him more than he was willing to admit. He felt it sliding up and down and he began to play with it as best as it could, enjoying the way Draco moaned and relaxed against him, the picture of perfection submission.
One hand came up to wrap into Draco’s choppy blonde hair tilting his head slightly so Ron could get a better angle as the hand around the blonde’s hip tightened as he turned them around so Draco was pressed against the table. He felt slender hands tangle in his hair and tugged slightly.
Ron moved back, breaking the kiss and tilted his head back watching as Draco moved to sit on the table before wrapping his legs around Ron’s waist before tugging him back to kiss.
This time it was faster, harder, Ron taking brutal possession of the blonde’s mouth, sucking the tongue into his own mouth and nipping it gently, feeling the shudders as they wracked the blonde’s body. He allowed Draco to regain control of his tongue for a moment before he leant forward and took his bottom lip into his mouth, biting down gently feeling Draco arch against him with a moan.
He tilted his head to the side to get a better angle when a flash of pain shot through his neck and he tore back from the kiss with a cry.
“Ouch fucking hell,” he said raising a hand to rub at his neck.
“Hurts?” Draco asked biting a kiss swollen lip.
“Yeah, fucking paperwork,” Ron said tilting his head forward trying to get some relief.
“Lay on the table and I’ll fix it,” Draco said moving to get off the table, waiting for Ron to get down before the blessedly cool hands were rubbing once more.
Ron relaxed into the sensation as he thought over the new development. He was now dating Draco. He was dating a fucking Malfoy; sworn enemy of his family for god knows how many generations. He blinked as the full implications set in. Draco was his boyfriend, he had a boyfriend. Fuck, Harry and Hermione were going to freak, he closed his eyes as he realized he might have to eventually tell his family, that was going to be a good time.
He groaned as Draco worked out the knots once more - this time in a more controlled fashion instead of digging fingers in.
Thirty minutes later he was dressed and kissing Draco softly once more.
“Do you want to grab some dinner Friday?” he asked.
He guessed this was the right thing to say when Draco nodded his head, a wide smile on his face and attacked him, kissing him desperately. Ron was stunned for a moment before he kissed Draco back.
“I have to go back to work, Bye Malfoy, I’ll pick you up at nine on Friday yeah?”
“Draco, my name is Draco.”
Ron rolled his eyes. “Bye Draco.”
“Bye Ron, see you Friday.”
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