Relationship Follies #1: Lust (Ron/Draco, NC-17)
Title: Relationship Follies, #1: Lust
Author: frk_werewolf
Fandom: Harry Potter
7_deadly_sins_ Prompt: #6, Lust ( table)
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 884
Series Summary: Folly [fol"ly], noun. The state of being foolish; want of good sense; levity, weakness, or derangement of mind. Otherwise, the relationship of Ron and Draco.
Summary: Lust [lust], noun. Pleasure; longing desire; eagerness to possess or enjoy.
It wasn't love. Ron was very insistent about that from the beginning. It wouldn't do, after all, to have his friends discover that he was head over heels in love with Draco Malfoy. The idea was rather silly, anyway. They hated each other! Draco didn't much care to even discuss the topic, because that would be admitting that they had some sort of a relationship.
A relationship built on hatred and most of all lust. From the moment Ron spotted Draco in the Great Hall at breakfast to the secret meeting in the prefect's bathroom after sunset, Ron wanted nothing more than to strip Draco bare and enjoy. He had slowly learned the many ways a person could get Draco to make noises.
Lick the inside of his thigh and he'd whimper; bite down on his left nipple and he'd gasp. Ron could remember the day he first slipped inside that scorching heat and nearly painful tightness. Draco had cursed in five different languages at the penetration, only to be reduced to moans and grunts as Ron began to thrust.
"Bloody hell, I hate you," Draco murmured between kisses. Ron didn't bother to reply. Replying meant pulling his mouth away from the sweet taste of Draco's lips, which seemed strange considering the acidity of Draco's tongue. Besides, it was better he didn't say anything, because talking at a time like this could lead to confessing things he had no desire to confess.
Another night and another moment of pure desire and longing for nothing but Draco's body pressed against his own.
"Clothes off, I don't have time for pleasantries," Draco demanded as he entered the bathroom. Ron was happy to oblige.
There was something almost unnatural about the way Draco's back arched during orgasm. A graceful curve of the spine, followed by a groan of ecstasy. Ron felt smug, and happy, knowing that he had caused that noise. He, Ronald Weasley, had made the Prince of Slytherin beg for more. Ron covered half of Draco's body with his own, shivering as he slipped out of Draco, and simply enjoying the ability to touch.
"Bugger all, that was good," Draco said in a soft voice.
"Hmm," Ron replied, "It was."
"Bastard," Draco said, just for show. Ron couldn't help but grin. He rolled onto his side and slipped a hand down Draco's back, enjoying the way his arse flexed at the caress. "Stop touching me."
"Why?" Ron asked, innocently.
"Because it makes me want to push you against the floor," Draco whispered in his ear, tongue darting out to lick his earlobe, "and ride you all night long."
"You could do that, anyway." Ron slipped a finger into the cleft of Draco's arse. He rubbed the opening there, slipping the tip of his finger in and out, before giving Draco a smile. Draco's eyes narrowed.
Before Ron could blink, his back was slammed against the marble tile of the prefect's bathroom as Draco crouched above him. A simple maneuver and Ron was inside that perfect arse, pushing into the clenching heat that was already slick from fifteen minutes before. He could do this all day, simply thrust and thrust, listening as Draco groaned. Draco's back arched as Ron's cock hit his prostate, again and again.
Fast and furious, that was what it was like to have sex with Draco Malfoy. There was no soft and gentle or long and sweet. Those forms of sex did not exist. Draco was too hard around the edges and Ron was too passionate, leaving a slow and loving session boring. It wasn't enough; they had to have more. They had to crawl inside each other, determined to never leave.
That was okay with Ron, because the harder the sex was, the harder Draco came, and the louder he screamed.
Of course, Ron always knew how to screw things up. Lust was one thing, but love was something else entirely. Love required sweet words and soft touches. There was no way Draco would approve or accept the idea of Ron being in love with him.
"I love you," Ron blurted out. Draco blinked down at him, face covered in sweat and arse filled to the brim with Ron's cock.
"Excuse me?" Draco asked, calmly.
"N-nothing."
"Wrong answer," Draco glared. Ron shifted his hips, pausing to enjoy the way Draco's eyes fluttered.
"Fine! I said I love you." Ron closed his eyes and focused on the way Draco's thighs felt pressed against his waist.
"Oh." Draco's voice was strange, almost... Kind. It was enough to creep Ron out. There was a sigh, followed by Draco rolling his hips and causing Ron to gasp. "Is that all?"
"What?" Ron demanded, staring up at him.
"Honestly, Weasley, I already knew you loved me so stop being a prat and fuck me senseless already."
"...Okay." And so he did. He made Draco scream and then did it again twenty minutes later. After that it was a matter of taking a bath and then parting ways. The only difference in this routine was when Draco kissed Ron in the hallway, openly, and told Ron that he loved Ron, too.
Maybe it was love instead of lust. Ron glanced at Draco's retreating form, mentally stripping him of his clothes, and decided that it was probably both.
Author: frk_werewolf
Fandom: Harry Potter
7_deadly_sins_ Prompt: #6, Lust ( table)
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 884
Series Summary: Folly [fol"ly], noun. The state of being foolish; want of good sense; levity, weakness, or derangement of mind. Otherwise, the relationship of Ron and Draco.
Summary: Lust [lust], noun. Pleasure; longing desire; eagerness to possess or enjoy.
It wasn't love. Ron was very insistent about that from the beginning. It wouldn't do, after all, to have his friends discover that he was head over heels in love with Draco Malfoy. The idea was rather silly, anyway. They hated each other! Draco didn't much care to even discuss the topic, because that would be admitting that they had some sort of a relationship.
A relationship built on hatred and most of all lust. From the moment Ron spotted Draco in the Great Hall at breakfast to the secret meeting in the prefect's bathroom after sunset, Ron wanted nothing more than to strip Draco bare and enjoy. He had slowly learned the many ways a person could get Draco to make noises.
Lick the inside of his thigh and he'd whimper; bite down on his left nipple and he'd gasp. Ron could remember the day he first slipped inside that scorching heat and nearly painful tightness. Draco had cursed in five different languages at the penetration, only to be reduced to moans and grunts as Ron began to thrust.
"Bloody hell, I hate you," Draco murmured between kisses. Ron didn't bother to reply. Replying meant pulling his mouth away from the sweet taste of Draco's lips, which seemed strange considering the acidity of Draco's tongue. Besides, it was better he didn't say anything, because talking at a time like this could lead to confessing things he had no desire to confess.
Another night and another moment of pure desire and longing for nothing but Draco's body pressed against his own.
"Clothes off, I don't have time for pleasantries," Draco demanded as he entered the bathroom. Ron was happy to oblige.
There was something almost unnatural about the way Draco's back arched during orgasm. A graceful curve of the spine, followed by a groan of ecstasy. Ron felt smug, and happy, knowing that he had caused that noise. He, Ronald Weasley, had made the Prince of Slytherin beg for more. Ron covered half of Draco's body with his own, shivering as he slipped out of Draco, and simply enjoying the ability to touch.
"Bugger all, that was good," Draco said in a soft voice.
"Hmm," Ron replied, "It was."
"Bastard," Draco said, just for show. Ron couldn't help but grin. He rolled onto his side and slipped a hand down Draco's back, enjoying the way his arse flexed at the caress. "Stop touching me."
"Why?" Ron asked, innocently.
"Because it makes me want to push you against the floor," Draco whispered in his ear, tongue darting out to lick his earlobe, "and ride you all night long."
"You could do that, anyway." Ron slipped a finger into the cleft of Draco's arse. He rubbed the opening there, slipping the tip of his finger in and out, before giving Draco a smile. Draco's eyes narrowed.
Before Ron could blink, his back was slammed against the marble tile of the prefect's bathroom as Draco crouched above him. A simple maneuver and Ron was inside that perfect arse, pushing into the clenching heat that was already slick from fifteen minutes before. He could do this all day, simply thrust and thrust, listening as Draco groaned. Draco's back arched as Ron's cock hit his prostate, again and again.
Fast and furious, that was what it was like to have sex with Draco Malfoy. There was no soft and gentle or long and sweet. Those forms of sex did not exist. Draco was too hard around the edges and Ron was too passionate, leaving a slow and loving session boring. It wasn't enough; they had to have more. They had to crawl inside each other, determined to never leave.
That was okay with Ron, because the harder the sex was, the harder Draco came, and the louder he screamed.
Of course, Ron always knew how to screw things up. Lust was one thing, but love was something else entirely. Love required sweet words and soft touches. There was no way Draco would approve or accept the idea of Ron being in love with him.
"I love you," Ron blurted out. Draco blinked down at him, face covered in sweat and arse filled to the brim with Ron's cock.
"Excuse me?" Draco asked, calmly.
"N-nothing."
"Wrong answer," Draco glared. Ron shifted his hips, pausing to enjoy the way Draco's eyes fluttered.
"Fine! I said I love you." Ron closed his eyes and focused on the way Draco's thighs felt pressed against his waist.
"Oh." Draco's voice was strange, almost... Kind. It was enough to creep Ron out. There was a sigh, followed by Draco rolling his hips and causing Ron to gasp. "Is that all?"
"What?" Ron demanded, staring up at him.
"Honestly, Weasley, I already knew you loved me so stop being a prat and fuck me senseless already."
"...Okay." And so he did. He made Draco scream and then did it again twenty minutes later. After that it was a matter of taking a bath and then parting ways. The only difference in this routine was when Draco kissed Ron in the hallway, openly, and told Ron that he loved Ron, too.
Maybe it was love instead of lust. Ron glanced at Draco's retreating form, mentally stripping him of his clothes, and decided that it was probably both.