Ron reached for the lube and slicked his fingers. Draco stilled, not sure what he was hearing, where Ron was going to strike next. Ron ran his tongue along the vein on Draco’s shaft while he swirled his slicked fingers around Draco’s hole.

The sounds coming from Draco weren’t words, but they were struggling very hard to become them. They started in his throat in a guttural snarl and sputtered and splattered out of his stretched lips. Ron smiled around Draco’s cock and added pressure to his fingers’ strokes at Draco’s arse. Draco thrashed madly.

Until Ron slid one of his fingers inside him, until he took Draco’s cock deep down his throat. Then Draco stilled and Ron felt a heat and an energy coming from Draco that almost burned to the touch. Ron stopped what he was doing and looked up. Draco’s smile was dangerous, predatory and there was no gag to hide it. The gag hung loose around his neck along with the blindfold.

Ron staggered back, still on his knees. “Wha… How…?”

Draco stood up, his wrists free as well. He pushed Ron onto his back and pounced on top of him in one fluid movement. “Magic, arsehole. Now, fuck me already!”

Ron struggled under Draco, not because he wanted to be free, but because Draco obviously wanted to see some fight in him. He grasped Draco’s chafed wrists and threw Draco off of him with a jerk of his hip, pinning him to the ground. “Manners, Malfoy.”

Ron ground his cock against Draco’s and Draco growled.

“Fuck me, please,” he amended, rolling them back over and reaching for the lube. He straddled Ron and began stroking Ron’s dripping cock with the thick substance.

“So bossy,” Ron panted, as Draco slid down his length.

“Fuck.” Draco spluttered. “You talk too much.”

Ron bit his lip, willed himself to remain silent as he clutched Draco’s hips and thrust his hips up to drive himself deeper.

“No... I like it,” Draco added.

Ron smiled. “I like this,” he said, as Draco rose and fell on his cock over and over. He took Draco in his hands and began stroking. “And I like this… a lot.”

“It’s… rather… fond… of… you… too,” Draco staggered out as he increased his speed, his eyes closed.

“Just it?” Ron said, matching his strokes to Draco’s.

“My arse thinks you’re pretty alright as well.”

“Feeling’s mutual, love.”

“Yeah? What else?”

Ron reached up with the hand not wrapped around Draco’s cock and swiped his thumb along Draco’s lips. “Big fan of these.”

Draco took his thumb in his mouth and sucked it as he threw his head back, blissed and ready to come. And as he did, as Ron did, they didn’t talk, but there was a hum, almost like a purr that worked its way from Draco’s chest, to his mouth and Ron’s thumb, along Ron’s arm; resting in Ron’s chest and blooming there.

He sighed.

When it mattered, his lover knew exactly what Ron needed to hear.