Drabble: Freckles
Title: Freckles
Story Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Prompt: Freckles, Speckles, and Spots.
Word Count: 215 words
Disclaimer: The characters of Harry Potter aren't mine. I just like making them shag each other. A lot.
Summary: Draco can't get enough of Ron's freckles.
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Freckles
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When Draco Malfoy’s tongue had once again found itself tracing the small cluster of freckles on one Ronald Weasley’s hip, the latter of the two men was suddenly a believer of heaven on earth.
It existed alright and somehow seemed to have taken up residence in Draco Malfoy’s substantially talented mouth.
“… really … don’t… get… your… obsession…” Ron moaned breathlessly, his large fingers running through silky blond hair as he watched the Slytherin work on his hipbone with all the gusto of a ravenous python. “They’re… just… freckles…”
Another lick down to his groin, however, suddenly chased every thought out of his blissfully fuzzy brain.
Throwing back his sweaty head, Ron let out a guttural sound that made his companion chuckle against his hot skin and he briefly wondered how much Draco’s magnificent tongue would go for were its God-like talents ever up for auction.
“They’re marks, Weasel,” Draco skillful lips managed in the brief moments they left Ron’s flesh. “And we both know I’m the only one allowed to mark you, poor boy. Now shut up. I intend on getting every single one.”
“Freak,” Ron returned with little malice, arching into Draco’s irresistible mouth and trying to hide the smug grin working its way across his face.
Thank Merlin he had freckles everywhere.
Story Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Prompt: Freckles, Speckles, and Spots.
Word Count: 215 words
Disclaimer: The characters of Harry Potter aren't mine. I just like making them shag each other. A lot.
Summary: Draco can't get enough of Ron's freckles.
Notes: For the ficadron drabble/drawble Week 1, Go here to vote and other submissions!
Link:
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Freckles
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When Draco Malfoy’s tongue had once again found itself tracing the small cluster of freckles on one Ronald Weasley’s hip, the latter of the two men was suddenly a believer of heaven on earth.
It existed alright and somehow seemed to have taken up residence in Draco Malfoy’s substantially talented mouth.
“… really … don’t… get… your… obsession…” Ron moaned breathlessly, his large fingers running through silky blond hair as he watched the Slytherin work on his hipbone with all the gusto of a ravenous python. “They’re… just… freckles…”
Another lick down to his groin, however, suddenly chased every thought out of his blissfully fuzzy brain.
Throwing back his sweaty head, Ron let out a guttural sound that made his companion chuckle against his hot skin and he briefly wondered how much Draco’s magnificent tongue would go for were its God-like talents ever up for auction.
“They’re marks, Weasel,” Draco skillful lips managed in the brief moments they left Ron’s flesh. “And we both know I’m the only one allowed to mark you, poor boy. Now shut up. I intend on getting every single one.”
“Freak,” Ron returned with little malice, arching into Draco’s irresistible mouth and trying to hide the smug grin working its way across his face.
Thank Merlin he had freckles everywhere.