“Unnnh, Weasley,” groaned the pale, slim man sprawled on the emerald and silver bed covers, his legs spread and lifted salaciously. “Don’t stop, you wanker, do that again.”
Ron rolled his eyes, his nose bumping the other man’s scrotum as Draco shifted, writhed, rather desperately. Even in this position, the prat was giving commands. Ron obeyed
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