12th December 2015 13:15 - Fill: Since When, [Re: Ron/Draco]
Anonymous
Title: Since When Pairing: Ron/Draco Rating: NC-17 Words: ~1443 “Since When” “Fuck Yes! Oh gods, that’s it,” simply pornographic words poured out of Malfoy’s mouth. Doing his best to follow instructions, Ron angled his body slightly knowing that he’d hit the spot. All he had to do now was to just keep hitting it. Malfoy’s fingers scrambled to find purchase on the rough stone of the wall he leaned against. His arse pushed back against Ron’s cock, pulling it in even deeper. Ron held Malfoy’s hips in a vise like grip, knowing there would be bruises there in the morning. He didn’t care. Neither did Malfoy.
The coil of release circled inside of Ron’s gut. He was so close. The erratic breathing and the stuttering of the obscenities that still poured from Malfoy’s mouth told Ron, he too was getting close. Ron slid one of his hands around to the front, fingers wrapping around the velvety hardness of Malfoy’s prick and he pulled. Hard, fast, sharp strokes from base to tip, a flick of his thumb across the slit dripping with Malfoy’s precome. Stroking back down and spreading the natural lubricant he reached the base, starting the process all over again.
Malfoy’s head whipped back, his neck bared. Open and begging for Ron to claim it. “Ah gods, Fuck Weasley. Gods. If you stop, I swear… I swear... Fuck!” Malfoy whimpered as Ron leaned in his mouth opened, his teeth pressed against Malfoy’s tender flesh. The combination of Ron’s prick filling his arse, Ron’s hand pulling on Malfoy’s prick, and the sharp pleasure pain of Ron’s bite had Malfoy whimpering and begging for more.
Ron had no idea what all this felt like from Malfoy’s point of view, but from his: Fuck this was the best. Better than the best, better than anything. The coil of release in Ron’s gut tightened and tightened, his release was eminent. Just as it hit, Draco turned and captured Ron’s mouth in his. Ron screamed his release, Draco’s tongue forcing its way inside his mouth.
Ron thrust a few more times, emptying himself deep into Malfoy. His grasp on Malfoy’s cock tightening and moving even faster, if a bit more erratically. A small whimper mixed with a moan of release and Malfoy too was coming. His thick stream of come ran through Ron’s fingers and fist, splattering against the stone.
Boneless, Ron could only collapse against Malfoy, who was sing the wall to remain in a semi-standing position. Beside him, Ron could hear voices. He paid them no mind. Best fuck of his life and it had to be with Draco-bloody fucking-Malfoy.
“Ron, Ron!” the voice next to them kept talking and bloody annoying it was too. Could they not see he was still balls deep inside or Malfoy? And if he thought he could get hard again in a few short minutes, he’d like to stay right where he was. Thank you very much.
“Ronald Weasley!” A hand smacked the table next to him. Ron jerked, confused. Table? What? Ron looked up surprised to see himself sitting at a table with his sister and Hermione.
“Where were you? What were you thinking about? Whatever it was, it must have been nice. I’ve not seen you smile like that in a long time.” Hermione teased him, before she turned to Ginny who was making her way from Hermione’s jaw line down her neck, alternating between bites and licks. Hermione moaned in response and turned rewarding Ginny with a full on snog.
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~1443
“Since When”
“Fuck Yes! Oh gods, that’s it,” simply pornographic words poured out of Malfoy’s mouth. Doing his best to follow instructions, Ron angled his body slightly knowing that he’d hit the spot. All he had to do now was to just keep hitting it. Malfoy’s fingers scrambled to find purchase on the rough stone of the wall he leaned against. His arse pushed back against Ron’s cock, pulling it in even deeper. Ron held Malfoy’s hips in a vise like grip, knowing there would be bruises there in the morning. He didn’t care. Neither did Malfoy.
The coil of release circled inside of Ron’s gut. He was so close. The erratic breathing and the stuttering of the obscenities that still poured from Malfoy’s mouth told Ron, he too was getting close. Ron slid one of his hands around to the front, fingers wrapping around the velvety hardness of Malfoy’s prick and he pulled. Hard, fast, sharp strokes from base to tip, a flick of his thumb across the slit dripping with Malfoy’s precome. Stroking back down and spreading the natural lubricant he reached the base, starting the process all over again.
Malfoy’s head whipped back, his neck bared. Open and begging for Ron to claim it. “Ah gods, Fuck Weasley. Gods. If you stop, I swear… I swear... Fuck!” Malfoy whimpered as Ron leaned in his mouth opened, his teeth pressed against Malfoy’s tender flesh. The combination of Ron’s prick filling his arse, Ron’s hand pulling on Malfoy’s prick, and the sharp pleasure pain of Ron’s bite had Malfoy whimpering and begging for more.
Ron had no idea what all this felt like from Malfoy’s point of view, but from his: Fuck this was the best. Better than the best, better than anything. The coil of release in Ron’s gut tightened and tightened, his release was eminent. Just as it hit, Draco turned and captured Ron’s mouth in his. Ron screamed his release, Draco’s tongue forcing its way inside his mouth.
Ron thrust a few more times, emptying himself deep into Malfoy. His grasp on Malfoy’s cock tightening and moving even faster, if a bit more erratically. A small whimper mixed with a moan of release and Malfoy too was coming. His thick stream of come ran through Ron’s fingers and fist, splattering against the stone.
Boneless, Ron could only collapse against Malfoy, who was sing the wall to remain in a semi-standing position. Beside him, Ron could hear voices. He paid them no mind. Best fuck of his life and it had to be with Draco-bloody fucking-Malfoy.
“Ron, Ron!” the voice next to them kept talking and bloody annoying it was too. Could they not see he was still balls deep inside or Malfoy? And if he thought he could get hard again in a few short minutes, he’d like to stay right where he was. Thank you very much.
“Ronald Weasley!” A hand smacked the table next to him. Ron jerked, confused. Table? What? Ron looked up surprised to see himself sitting at a table with his sister and Hermione.
“Where were you? What were you thinking about? Whatever it was, it must have been nice. I’ve not seen you smile like that in a long time.” Hermione teased him, before she turned to Ginny who was making her way from Hermione’s jaw line down her neck, alternating between bites and licks. Hermione moaned in response and turned rewarding Ginny with a full on snog.