At Weasley's flat block, he went into the stairwell as he'd been instructed and after making sure he was alone, he tapped his wand on a small sign that said "Frodo Lives.
lmfao frodo lives ha.love frodo
"I've wanted your cock all week," he said in a low voice before rolling the sensitive skin of Weasley's earlobe in his teeth. "Oh fuck, Draco." Weasley's hands held Draco's arse in a vice like grip and he arched against Draco's pelvis. A steely length was pressed into Draco's and he let out a moan at the friction."No. Sucking first," Draco insisted, branding Weasley's lips in a hard kiss before sinking down to his knees and making quick work of undoing the leather belt and buttoned fly of Ron's jeans. He looked up to make sure Weasley was watching, his heart absolutely pounding against his ribs at the intensity of his hungry gaze. He pulled down the tight jeans and boxers all at once past Weasley's muscled thighs, his reddened cock springing free and up, ready to be devoured.
sooooo yummy
And I know you don't date, but you don't drink, except that apparently you do, so maybe we could date, but I don't share. I could never share you. You're fucking amazing."
good part...also what draco said
before a familiar bottle caught his eye. He squatted down and reached in, pulling out a new bottle of Eau des Baux. Apparently Weasley really did have it bad for him if he'd gone out and bought some of Draco's cologne. Draco gently placed the bottle on the counter, unable to wipe the elated look from his face as he relieved himself. When he was done, he unscrewed the stopper to dab a tiny bit on his fourth finger and then rubbed it on the smooth skin of his sacs. It'd be a surprise for Weasley in a few hours, depending on how the match went.
great part
"How's your brother? George, I mean?" he asked, still mulling over the picture on Ron's mantle. His most memorable run-in with the Weasley twins had, of course, been when he'd engineered the capturing of them as they'd been pouring that insta-swamp thing toward the end of fifth year. Draco had had his wand at one of their throats, but he bloody well couldn't have told them apart. After the War, that was now only too easy.
aww sad.i love fred
Ron began to put on a show of being contrary, but Draco knew it was an act. "It's fine. But we'll need to side-Along as I won't know where we're going. And my rule still applies," he said silkily near Ron's jaw. "If you get smashed, I'm going home to have a leisurely wank by myself. Pigwidgeon may know where I live, but you don't."
So glad you're continuing to enjoy this! I do have an IJ, but I'm keeping my fics here where people know where to find them. Thanks for the invite, though!
At Weasley's flat block, he went into the stairwell as he'd been instructed and after making sure he was alone, he tapped his wand on a small sign that said "Frodo Lives.
lmfao frodo lives ha.love frodo
"I've wanted your cock all week," he said in a low voice before rolling the sensitive skin of Weasley's earlobe in his teeth.
"Oh fuck, Draco." Weasley's hands held Draco's arse in a vice like grip and he arched against Draco's pelvis. A steely length was pressed into Draco's and he let out a moan at the friction."No. Sucking first," Draco insisted, branding Weasley's lips in a hard kiss before sinking down to his knees and making quick work of undoing the leather belt and buttoned fly of Ron's jeans. He looked up to make sure Weasley was watching, his heart absolutely pounding against his ribs at the intensity of his hungry gaze. He pulled down the tight jeans and boxers all at once past Weasley's muscled thighs, his reddened cock springing free and up, ready to be devoured.
sooooo yummy
And I know you don't date, but you don't drink, except that apparently you do, so maybe we could date, but I don't share. I could never share you. You're fucking amazing."
good part...also what draco said
before a familiar bottle caught his eye. He squatted down and reached in, pulling out a new bottle of Eau des Baux. Apparently Weasley really did have it bad for him if he'd gone out and bought some of Draco's cologne. Draco gently placed the bottle on the counter, unable to wipe the elated look from his face as he relieved himself. When he was done, he unscrewed the stopper to dab a tiny bit on his fourth finger and then rubbed it on the smooth skin of his sacs. It'd be a surprise for Weasley in a few hours, depending on how the match went.
great part
"How's your brother? George, I mean?" he asked, still mulling over the picture on Ron's mantle. His most memorable run-in with the Weasley twins had, of course, been when he'd engineered the capturing of them as they'd been pouring that insta-swamp thing toward the end of fifth year. Draco had had his wand at one of their throats, but he bloody well couldn't have told them apart. After the War, that was now only too easy.
aww sad.i love fred
Ron began to put on a show of being contrary, but Draco knew it was an act. "It's fine. But we'll need to side-Along as I won't know where we're going. And my rule still applies," he said silkily near Ron's jaw. "If you get smashed, I'm going home to have a leisurely wank by myself. Pigwidgeon may know where I live, but you don't."
"One round it is, then," Ron said stoutly
lmfao/nice rule
love it. so great.
i have a new communtiy that needs stories.it'd mean
alot to me if you posted your stories on it and
told your friends
about it
http://asylums.insanejournal.com/slytherinweasel/
angela
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment