Title: Against the Wall
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Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing/Characters: Ron/Draco
Rating: R/NC-17
Length/Word Count: Ficlet, 478 words
Warnings/Content: student/student (age not specified) frotting
Notes: Written forsamedy who prompted me with "Ron/Draco, spicy". One of my 7th anniversary ficlets. Thanks to torino10154 for looking this over first!
Disclaimer: The following is based on fictional characters I don't own doing fictional things in a fictional world I did not create. No copyright infringement intended.
Against the Wall
Draco scraped his teeth down the side of Ron's neck. Ron shivered against him and Draco could just imagine his cheeks turning red and his eyes squinting in an effort not to respond. But his fists were already twisted into Draco's robes, and each time he struggled in vain to get free—trapped as he was between the dungeon wall and Draco's lean form—it always had the peculiar effect of rubbing their cocks together. Ron hadn't an inch of Slytherin subtlety in his body.
"Like that, Weasley?" Draco murmured, then nipped at Ron's pulse point. It fluttered rapidly beneath his lips.
"Shut it," Ron grunted. Their cocks came together again, and even through the layers of robes and pants, Draco could feel Ron's heat and how he throbbed with want. Ron might protest and struggle, but he always came down to the dungeons on his nightly Prefect rounds, always casually seeking Draco out.
And he was always hard as a rock when Draco slammed him against the wall and shoved his tongue down Ron's throat.
Draco pushed a knee between Ron's two and spread them wider, fitting his body within the crook. He licked the sweat along Ron's collarbone and inhaled the scent Ron always carried. Ron smelled like broom oil and freshly cut grass with something spicy mixed in with the two, liked he'd always found Draco after inhaling a load of curry.
Draco always knew the moment Ron gave in, the moment he surrendered to his desires and stopped fighting the whole reason he came down to the dungeons each night. The tension in Ron's body changed, his hips came off the wall and his fingers uncurled, grasping Draco's arse instead and yanking him even closer. Ron ground against Draco in a furry—there was no other word for it—panting into Draco's hair, and Draco clung to Ron's shoulders, his mouth pressed against Ron's throat.
Draco sank his teeth into Ron's skin and Ron stilled for a split second, then shuddered almost violently against him. The warm moistness spreading against his crotch pulled Draco over the edge a moment later. He gripped Ron hard enough to bruise, then sagged against him.
The moments after never lasted long. Draco straightened, pulling his wand from his robes to cast the appropriate cleaning spells. Ron pushed himself up against the wall and for a moment looked as if he'd follow his normal routine, swearing never to return to the dungeons, but instead he closed his mouth without saying a word.
Draco raised an eyebrow. Ron just shrugged.
"See you around, Ferret." With that Ron turned and jogged down the corridor, back to his rounds, Draco presumed.
Draco frowned, slowly making his way back to the Slytherin common room while he turned the last few moments over in his mind. Ron had almost sounded...nice.
Draco wasn't sure he liked it.
-Fin-
Fic Index
Author:
sdkFandom: Harry Potter
Pairing/Characters: Ron/Draco
Rating: R/NC-17
Length/Word Count: Ficlet, 478 words
Warnings/Content: student/student (age not specified) frotting
Notes: Written for
samedy who prompted me with "Ron/Draco, spicy". One of my 7th anniversary ficlets. Thanks to torino10154 for looking this over first!Disclaimer: The following is based on fictional characters I don't own doing fictional things in a fictional world I did not create. No copyright infringement intended.
Against the Wall
Draco scraped his teeth down the side of Ron's neck. Ron shivered against him and Draco could just imagine his cheeks turning red and his eyes squinting in an effort not to respond. But his fists were already twisted into Draco's robes, and each time he struggled in vain to get free—trapped as he was between the dungeon wall and Draco's lean form—it always had the peculiar effect of rubbing their cocks together. Ron hadn't an inch of Slytherin subtlety in his body.
"Like that, Weasley?" Draco murmured, then nipped at Ron's pulse point. It fluttered rapidly beneath his lips.
"Shut it," Ron grunted. Their cocks came together again, and even through the layers of robes and pants, Draco could feel Ron's heat and how he throbbed with want. Ron might protest and struggle, but he always came down to the dungeons on his nightly Prefect rounds, always casually seeking Draco out.
And he was always hard as a rock when Draco slammed him against the wall and shoved his tongue down Ron's throat.
Draco pushed a knee between Ron's two and spread them wider, fitting his body within the crook. He licked the sweat along Ron's collarbone and inhaled the scent Ron always carried. Ron smelled like broom oil and freshly cut grass with something spicy mixed in with the two, liked he'd always found Draco after inhaling a load of curry.
Draco always knew the moment Ron gave in, the moment he surrendered to his desires and stopped fighting the whole reason he came down to the dungeons each night. The tension in Ron's body changed, his hips came off the wall and his fingers uncurled, grasping Draco's arse instead and yanking him even closer. Ron ground against Draco in a furry—there was no other word for it—panting into Draco's hair, and Draco clung to Ron's shoulders, his mouth pressed against Ron's throat.
Draco sank his teeth into Ron's skin and Ron stilled for a split second, then shuddered almost violently against him. The warm moistness spreading against his crotch pulled Draco over the edge a moment later. He gripped Ron hard enough to bruise, then sagged against him.
The moments after never lasted long. Draco straightened, pulling his wand from his robes to cast the appropriate cleaning spells. Ron pushed himself up against the wall and for a moment looked as if he'd follow his normal routine, swearing never to return to the dungeons, but instead he closed his mouth without saying a word.
Draco raised an eyebrow. Ron just shrugged.
"See you around, Ferret." With that Ron turned and jogged down the corridor, back to his rounds, Draco presumed.
Draco frowned, slowly making his way back to the Slytherin common room while he turned the last few moments over in his mind. Ron had almost sounded...nice.
Draco wasn't sure he liked it.
-Fin-
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