12th December 2015 13:23 - Fill: Since When, [Ron/Draco] (3)
Anonymous
He turned the corner. Malfoy stood exactly where Ron thought he’d be. Draco leaned against the wall, a cigarette held between two fingers. One leg was bent, with a black high-topped trainer pressed against the stone wall. As Ron approached, Draco pushed off from the wall, and leaned in catching Ron by the back of the neck. He pulled him in for a tongue filled snog. It was too short by half and Ron really wanted more of it. .
Draco stepped back a step, a frown on his face. “Tell me, since when do I have the hots for Ronald—the ginger Weasel—Weasley? To the point that I want nothing more than to spend the rest of the night spread out on his bed while he buggers me senseless.”
Ron started, blood rushing to his cock. A whole evening with Malfoy. In his bed. Ron wondered if he’d been hearing things.
“And if I can’t have that, I guess I’ll have to settle for sucking him off, in a dirty alley,” Draco said, dropping to his knees in front of Ron.
Ron had barely had time to respond, before Draco had his flies unbuttoned and his hand reaching inside the flap of Ron’s Y-fronts with very nimble fingers. A wet inferno of heat surrounded Ron’s cock, as Malfoy’s mouth engulfed him. Ron collapsed against the wall. Only the wall wasn’t there, it was in front of him instead. Draco snickered, then deftly turned them, the wall now behind Ron. He dove back on, but Ron stopped him.
He pulled Draco to his feet. “Yes. The answer is yes. Now hold on.” With that he grabbed Draco’s arm and Disapparated them out of the alley.
Draco stepped back a step, a frown on his face. “Tell me, since when do I have the hots for Ronald—the ginger Weasel—Weasley? To the point that I want nothing more than to spend the rest of the night spread out on his bed while he buggers me senseless.”
Ron started, blood rushing to his cock. A whole evening with Malfoy. In his bed. Ron wondered if he’d been hearing things.
“And if I can’t have that, I guess I’ll have to settle for sucking him off, in a dirty alley,” Draco said, dropping to his knees in front of Ron.
Ron had barely had time to respond, before Draco had his flies unbuttoned and his hand reaching inside the flap of Ron’s Y-fronts with very nimble fingers. A wet inferno of heat surrounded Ron’s cock, as Malfoy’s mouth engulfed him. Ron collapsed against the wall. Only the wall wasn’t there, it was in front of him instead. Draco snickered, then deftly turned them, the wall now behind Ron. He dove back on, but Ron stopped him.
He pulled Draco to his feet. “Yes. The answer is yes. Now hold on.” With that he grabbed Draco’s arm and Disapparated them out of the alley.