Smutathon Entry 7: Too Much Talking (~Secret Pairing)
Title: Too Much Talking
Pairing: Secret
A/N: Lack of narrative, copious use of the f-word
Smut:
"It's after curfew, you know. I should dock you points, Weasley."
"I should leave, then. Get back to Gryffindor."
"Not until you're finished, you aren't."
"What, do you like that, Malfoy?"
"It's not bad, although I've had better."
"Doubt it. Crabbe and Goyle don't strike me as much better."
"I wouldn't know. They've got each other to wank off with. Ooh, nice. Keep going, Weasley. Yes, right there. Damn, that's hot."
"You're a bit of a perve, aren't you?"
"Then so are you. Don't worry. It'll be your turn soon enough."
"You talk too much, you know that, right?"
"Cuts through the awkwardness. Besides, I like to use my mouth."
"I think you should shut it and kiss me for once."
"Oh, taking charge, are we?"
"I've been known to hold my own, yeah. For example-drop your pants. Now."
"I'm not sure how I feel about being ordered around by one of the Weasley brood."
"I can make you forget."
"You think you're so good-Sweet Salazar, maybe you're right. Learnt something from Potter after all?"
"Don't be mental, you prick. I didn't learn anything from Harry, he's not into this. How about that, Malfoy? You like that?"
"I hate to admit it, but…I do. Don't stop. Merlin's hairy balls, that's fucking brilliant."
"All right, turn around."
"What?"
"You heard me. I said turn around. I'm going to fuck you till you cry. Or are you scared?"
"I'm not scared, Weasley."
"Then turn around."
"What about your turn? I thought I'd return the favor."
"Well, in that case-go right ahead."
"Funny, Weasley. You're a regular stand-up comic."
"It runs in my family. You, however, are a cold-hearted snake."
"I know you love my snake, Weasley. You just sucked it dry."
"I do. I admit it. Now do your part."
"Why Weasley, you're red down there! I hate redheads, you know."
"Then feel free to shag someone else, Malfoy. I'm not that fond of pasty pale arses, either."
"Just big snakes."
"Stop talking and start sucking, Malfoy, before I hex your bollocks into your mouth."
"They've already been in yours. Quite a mouthful, yeah?"
"The best I've had yet…that's it…oh. Fuck, Malfoy, that's good."
"And how about that? My hands don't just hold a pretty wand."
"Holy Helga, Malfoy. Don't stop. "
"Aww, are you begging, Weasley? Begging for more?"
"Hell yes, I want more. I want it all. Now, Ferret."
"Then turn around, Freckles. Let me see your arse."
"My turn next time, Malfoy."
"Who says there will be a next time, Weasley? Maybe I'm just using you to get my rocks off."
"Tomorrow, then?"
"Of course. Where?"
"Room of Requirement?"
"I'll be there. Now shut it. I…need…to…"
"Fuck, Malfoy, that's tight."
"Loosen up, Weasley. Yeah…that's it…damn, you're brilliant…"
"So are you. Fuck… oh yes, that's it…gods, Malfoy, I can't take it much longer!"
"I'm almost there…wait for me…Merlin, that's fucking amazing. Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
"I hate saying this about a Slytherin, but you're fucking incredible, Malfoy."
"And you're pretty good for a Gryffindor, Weasley."
"See you tomorrow then,…Draco."
"I'll be there…Ron."