Fic: More Than You Thought
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hpkinkfestTitle: More Than You Thought
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elainemalfoy
Prompt Number: # 425 submitted byeevilalice
Kink Showcased: intoxication
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Draco/Ron
Summary: They never met on any planned day or time. It was always per chance, accidentally on purpose.
Warnings: alcohol and public sex
Word Count: 2818
Author's Notes: Thank you to the mods for running this awesome fest and being so nice about my lateness! Also a million thank yous to the people who saw this fic at completely different stages:paean_sf vwalk secretlypadfoot thepretender501 aj_socks . You're all kinds of wonderful ♥. Any remaining mistakes are my own. I really hope this i something at least near what you had in mind ![[info]](https://files.livejournal.com/userhead/44)
eevilalice. I kinda ran with the prompt itself.
Mods, may I have an intoxication kink tag please? :) Thank you!
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It had been a week since they last met, and it had been excruciating. Ron couldn’t bring it up to his friends or family; he could hardly admit it to himself. It was an unspoken rule. Everything about it was unspoken. To speak of it would bring the situation into unbearably awkward territory. The room swam in front of him.
"Come 'ere," Malfoy beckoned him. Part of the unspoken agreement was that they always met in this club. They never met on any planned day or time. It was always per chance, accidentally on purpose. The second part was that they were always pissed. He grinned and walked toward Malfoy.
Malfoy downed a shot just before Ron stumbled onto him, using Malfoy’s shoulders as an anchor. Malfoy took his hand and led him toward the dance floor, biting his lip and steadying them both with every step. Ron couldn't figure out how Malfoy could mesmerize him with that piercing gaze alone. He wrapped Ron into an embrace.
Ron leaned down, tilting his head for a kiss, but Malfoy pressed a kiss to his cheek at the last minute. Then he pushed Ron back and walked to the bar again. Bastard.
Ron stumbled, disoriented, but proud of himself for remaining upright. He looked up and saw Malfoy sitting on a bar stool, another drink in hand. Ron walked to the bar and ordered a drink for himself, all the while, watching Malfoy from the corner of his eye.
Malfoy began to sway in his seat to the music. Considering his pissed state-- and maybe because of it--there was something undeniably sensual about his movements. Like his body was trained just for one thing. Sex.
Malfoy smirked and he must have been reading Ron’s thoughts because he said, "Something about music makes me so..." Malfoy started to moan really low, pressing the raw sound from deep within, forcing Ron to notice his pouting lips, his hand slipping into Ron's trousers. Ron’s breath hitched and he squirmed, rocking forward on his heels. His denims were too tight. Malfoy had his full attention. "Oh god," Ron moaned; his eyelids slid shut and he panted. Malfoy’s hand stroked up and down in the front of his trousers, Ron's hips rocked into the feeling. "Oh fuck." Malfoy’s hand worked upward slowly. Ron's muscles were tensing and relaxing, tensing and relaxing. It was so bold and public, but Ron was unconcerned if anyone else was watching.
The feeling of Malfoy bringing him off muffled all sound in the club as if Ron had water in his ears. All he wanted in that moment was to feel Malfoy’s fingers gripping his cock, rubbing like this was their only purpose in life. Ron’s hand went absently to Malfoy's crotch, and Malfoy’s breathing intensified, his knees pressing together. Then Malfoy smirked. "I think you're ready," he said.
At this, Ron shivered and nodded. He quietly muttered a spell over his glass, downing a sobering potion. He hoped Malfoy wouldn’t find out that he wasn’t drunk this time…or the last three times they had done this. He loved to watch Malfoy when he was uninhibited. Malfoy grabbed him by the arm and they stumbled clumsily into the bathroom.
"Love this--love this song," Malfoy said as he pushed Ron into the nearest bathroom stall. Ron couldn’t help but note how childlike he sounded, but the wicked look in his eye was far from innocence. Malfoy closed his eyes and began to sing along. He whispered the lyrics into Ron’s ear, all while slowly shifting against him.
The low tenor voice wreaked havoc on Ron’s hearing. Why were his ears so bloody sensitive? How had he not known this before being with Malfoy? He had always thought he was visually driven. Maybe it was just Malfoy’s voice.
His fingers locked round Ron’s neck and began running lightly down his back. Every part of Ron tingled. He was surprised his hair wasn’t standing on end as Malfoy ground into him, teasing with the friction through their clothing. Malfoy’s foot slid distractingly up and down the back of his calf. He twisted potentially naughty meanings out of the song, emphasizing certain words harshly in Ron’s ear. Some lyrics he changed altogether, making Ron shiver at the explicit phrases. After a moment’s hesitation, he pressed his lips to Malfoy’s.
"Malfoy--Draco." Ron tried the first name on his tongue, and slurred it out approvingly. "Going to fuck you, hard. What do you think?" The alcohol faded slowly from his system and his arousal grew stronger.
"Mhmm." Malfoy agreed as Ron unbuttoned the collared shirt embroidered with the Malfoy crest, tearing away the last remnants of the arrogant prick that was sober Malfoy. Ron had the presence of mind to remember his wand, pulling it from the pocket of his robes. He whispered a spell that left them both completely naked. The sudden skin on skin contact was thrilling.
It took Ron a moment to stop staring thickly at the beauty that was Malfoy’s cock hard against him, surrounded in light blond curls. Perhaps Malfoy was sobering. Somehow the idea was both terrifying and exciting to Ron. The music thumped like a second pulse driving Ron forward. The more sober he became, the more aware Ron grew of their location and the fact that anyone could walk in and hear them. What explanation would he have?
It was impossible for Ron to think with Malfoy wriggling distractingly against his body; his skin was soft, warm and smelled like vanilla. With alcohol still in his veins it was unfair how even the slightest movement from Malfoy could render Ron a dizzy useless mess. Malfoy gripped his shoulders and pulled him closer. He couldn’t believe the number of shameful things he’d done with Malfoy on nights like this. And the list kept growing.
Ron watched as Malfoy made a show of leaning back against the stall, predatory grey eyes daring him to look away. Malfoy always made it torture to resist him and he loved every minute of it. It seemed as if it was his personal mission to drive Ron to the edge every time. Ron steadied his breathing and slid a hand up Draco’s thigh. "Too skinny... Mum would try to feed you."
Malfoy snorted. “You would mention your mother at a time like this.” He pulled Ron closer, crushing their lips together. When they broke away for the necessity of air, Malfoy tangled his hands in Ron’s messy red hair. The massaging touch on his scalp made Ron shiver.
He shoved Malfoy back, pinning his wrists against the stall; the partition rattled with the impact. Ron slammed his mouth against Malfoy’s again, sloppy and eager. Malfoy’s teeth sank painfully into his lower lip and his fingers clawed deep into Ron’s hipbones.
Ron pulled away with a gasp. "You’re torture…” his cock pulsed with intensity, pain only making him harder.
"Can’t give Gryffindors what they want so easily. Especially when they don’t even ask politely." Malfoy smirked and he pressed a chaste kiss to Ron’s lips, his hand resting on Ron’s flat abdomen. Ron gripped Malfoy’s wrist with a desperate whimper.
"Here," Ron said in a drawn out moan. He led Malfoy’s hand to his cock. Malfoy rubbed teasingly and Ron mewled in appreciation, grip tightening with a start. "Please, use that dirty mouth, Draco."
A chill racked Ron’s body as Malfoy knelt down. The floor was almost as filthy as what they were doing. Ron grinned to himself when he saw Malfoy grimace at the stained tile of the unwashed floor. That’s right princess, he thought with satisfaction. Ron canted when he felt Malfoy’s hot breath ghost over his erection; Malfoy’s hand simultaneously kneaded at Ron’s inner thigh. Ron’s eyes slipped shut and a harsh grunt escaped his lips. His cock twitched in anticipation.
Malfoy rolled his tongue over the tip teasingly, and Ron whined shamelessly for more. Without warning, Malfoy engulfed his shaft, holding Ron’s thighs firmly while Ron arched up on impulse. A groan rumbled from Malfoy’s throat sending shocking vibrations through Ron while Malfoy’s fingers deftly stroked his balls. He shook with the concentration of remaining on his feet, stomach and leg muscles betraying how much he wanted to thrust into Draco’s mouth. Instead he gripped a fistful of Draco’s hair and held him steady, guiding him. Malfoy grazed his teeth on the underside of Ron’s cock, making Ron thankful he had Malfoy to hold on to.
"Good--Oh fuck." Ron screamed, pulling Malfoy's hair tightly. Ron pulled hard because he knew Malfoy liked the pain as much as he did. Ron was lost for a moment in the feeling of Malfoy’s warm wet mouth around him. The thought of something warmer and tighter consuming him forced him to muster all his self control. He choked, "St-stop." With a drawn out groan, he released his grip on Malfoy’s tousled blond locks. "G--gonna---Stop." He stuttered, fighting back the impeding lightheadedness.
Malfoy reluctantly sat back on his heels; he stood up, scornfully eyeing the filth Ron just had him on his knees in. Ron grabbed him and kissed him roughly. Then he moved to Draco’s neck, licking inside his collarbone; Ron sucked on the soft skin with a steady pressure. He bit and sucked on the pliant flesh, unconcerned if it left a mark. In fact he wanted Malfoy to know who he belonged to.
"What do you think about when you wank?" Malfoy said, his tone rough and barely recognizable. Ron froze, sweaty grip tightening on Malfoy’s shoulders; he growled into Malfoy’s neck. Malfoy writhed as Ron kept him trapped firmly against the stall wall. The friction of their cocks was both glorious and agonizing.
"Think about you sometimes….when I…., ungh, even when we were at Hogwarts," Ron admitted headily. He slipped both hands around Malfoy’s waist and pulled him flush against him while he spoke. Ron could feel him moving, the dizzying friction between them dominating his thoughts. "Couldn't control---hoped Harry didn’t hear," he whispered.
"N-no Potter," Malfoy hissed, voice hitching somewhere between his words. "D-do it," Malfoy urged him with a sudden possessiveness in his tone.
Ron stilled his grinding and stood motionless, his breath coming in shallow puffs. If this went on much longer he would come on the spot. He would have to test his control. "Thinking about bending you over and teaching you a lesson made me come," Ron whispered in Malfoy’s ear, and he grinned at the way Malfoy struggled against him. It was useless; Ron was stronger. Ron traced his fingers lightly over Malfoy’s bony shoulder, breathing measured. Then he followed the line with his tongue.
"Goddammit, Weasley," Malfoy said in a voice so light that Ron was surprised it didn’t float away. Malfoy rocked his hips. A moan escaped Ron, but he stayed firm, enjoying ignoring Malfoy’s insistence. Only when he grew quiet, did Ron finally cast a lubrication charm. Grinning, he eased one digit inside the hot tight ring of muscle. Malfoy impulsively keened on it, arching against the stall. "Unnngh." He pleaded incoherently, grasping clumsily at Ron’s shoulder.
Ron slipped another finger inside then, working them both in and out. Ron dared Malfoy with the intensity of his gaze as he twisted his fingers inside. Malfoy slipped down the wall and took himself in hand, palming the head of his cock with urgency. Ron’s pulse raced and a distinct buzzing filled his ears. "Such a slut," Ron said, earning him a groan and roll of Malfoy’s hips. The pace of Malfoy’s stroking increased and his eyes flickered shut. "Tell me you are." Ron gasped.
"Nnngh," Malfoy responded, his head falling back against the wall. Ron’s heart threatened to beat out of his chest. He fucked Draco deeper with his fingers, curling them up toward the sweet spot inside him. The combination of Malfoy’s body jerking against him and the sound of Malfoy’s staccato gasps rushed Ron’s senses. If anyone were to walk in it would be no mystery what was going on, but Ron could barely hold back anymore.
"Say it." Ron groaned and Malfoy shivered. His demand was a plea in itself; he needed to hear how dirty Malfoy thought he was, how dirty he was willing to be. All things Malfoy would never admit if he were sober.
"I'm a slut. Fuck." Malfoy ground his hips up and clenched around Ron's fingers like a lifeline. Ron’s precome leaked all over Malfoy’s thigh.
"Tell me--tell me how it feels." His voice trembled with the weight of speaking while he was so near the breaking point.
"So-fuck-ing-good." Malfoy articulated along with Ron's every stroke, sending a shiver down Ron’s spine directly to his cock.
Ron moved his fingers faster and deeper in reaction, stretching Malfoy. Malfoy grasped around him to take him in further and what that did to Ron was just plain indescribable. "Fuck-- it’s not enough, is it? Want me inside you?"
Malfoy whimpered inelegantly, sliding lower down the steel partition. Ron adjusted against him, aligning their sweat slicked bodies.
"Tell me what you want." Ron gasped.
Malfoy closed his eyes and bucked his hips erratically. "Fuck me."
Ron didn’t need to be told twice. He gripped Malfoy’s shoulders and flipped him, bending him over the toilet seat. Ron thought for a minute Malfoy would protest, but he didn’t. He arched and positioned his hands on the plastic lid.
“Fucking--Good boy.” Ron slowly entered the slick stretched hole and Merlin it was still so tight. Malfoy’s body reacted automatically, clenching around him. Ron gasped and instantly relinquished any form of control. Intensifying his rhythm, he thrust into Malfoy over and over. Malfoy clutched onto the unstable lid with a rough scream. Ron held onto Malfoy’s waist, leaning so his chest was pressed against Malfoy’s back. The feel of his cock being swallowed by Malfoy’s tight hole made Ron’s vision blur. The sound of skin slapping skin filled Ron’s ears.
"Oh," Malfoy moaned and it vibrated gloriously through him, spoiling every nerve ending.
"Merlin, yes, Draco. Fuck--so good." Ron gritted his teeth. It didn’t take long until Ron came, vision so distorted he thought he might black out. Ron fisted Malfoy’s hair tightly, his coarse scream muffled into Malfoy’s shoulder. Ron shuddered, swearing quietly, his arms wrapped loose around Malfoy’s waist.
Malfoy was still hard and so close. He rutted desperately into his own hand. Ron put a stop to that, languidly gripping Malfoy’s cock. He dragged his fingers over the shaft fast and rough. Malfoy jerked and his muscles tensed. Ron's voice was raspy from screaming and he said, "Come for me, Draco?"
"hnngh yes," he answered helplessly and did just that, moaning out his orgasm. Ron tugged at Malfoy's cock, milking the semen out with a lewd smile. He brought his fingers to Malfoy's lips, and Malfoy opened up to taste his own salty come. Then Ron kissed him, the taste of Malfoy burning on his tongue.
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It was in the strangeness of the afterglow that Ron saw Malfoy looking at him. Did Ron imagine his grey eyes were that clear and aware? Ron couldn’t fathom how anything could make him suddenly self conscious. He’d just fucked Malfoy in a dodgy public restroom. Still he avoided looking directly at Malfoy. Ron heard Malfoy mutter a cleaning spell. When he dared a look, Malfoy hurried past him out of the door without a word. Shaking the feeling, Ron dressed and left the lavatory.
“Hey, ginger,” an unfamiliar voice called from behind him.
Ron halted, panicked thoughts assailing him. What if someone knew? What if they’d been watching him and Malfoy and now they were going to blackmail him? He squeezed his eyes shut. Unfortunately as a Gryffindor and a bloody Auror; he had no choice but to face the accusation. He turned and saw the bartender.
“Uh…yes?” Ron said in a pitch higher than normal.
The bartender looked at Ron with clear annoyance. “What’s with your friend?” he gestured randomly toward the door.“The blond?’ Fuck. Ok, Relax. Play it cool. Ron told himself.
He took a deep breath. “I didn’t--I swear I--I mean—what about him?” Ron said. Real cool.
The bartender looked at him oddly and shrugged. “It’s just that he comes here all the time and only orders water, yeah. This is a business…”
The bartender was still talking but Ron didn’t hear any of it. In fact the giant squid might have danced in front of him and he would never know.
“Water?” Ron repeated. The bartender’s voice continued, muffled in the background. Ron was horrified but not nearly as much as he thought he should be. In fact, he was a little excited. Ron smiled to himself; this would make next meeting pretty interesting.
Author:
elainemalfoyPrompt Number: # 425 submitted by
eevilaliceKink Showcased: intoxication
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Draco/Ron
Summary: They never met on any planned day or time. It was always per chance, accidentally on purpose.
Warnings: alcohol and public sex
Word Count: 2818
Author's Notes: Thank you to the mods for running this awesome fest and being so nice about my lateness! Also a million thank yous to the people who saw this fic at completely different stages:
paean_sf vwalk secretlypadfoot thepretender501 aj_socks . You're all kinds of wonderful ♥. Any remaining mistakes are my own. I really hope this i something at least near what you had in mind ~~~~
It had been a week since they last met, and it had been excruciating. Ron couldn’t bring it up to his friends or family; he could hardly admit it to himself. It was an unspoken rule. Everything about it was unspoken. To speak of it would bring the situation into unbearably awkward territory. The room swam in front of him.
"Come 'ere," Malfoy beckoned him. Part of the unspoken agreement was that they always met in this club. They never met on any planned day or time. It was always per chance, accidentally on purpose. The second part was that they were always pissed. He grinned and walked toward Malfoy.
Malfoy downed a shot just before Ron stumbled onto him, using Malfoy’s shoulders as an anchor. Malfoy took his hand and led him toward the dance floor, biting his lip and steadying them both with every step. Ron couldn't figure out how Malfoy could mesmerize him with that piercing gaze alone. He wrapped Ron into an embrace.
Ron leaned down, tilting his head for a kiss, but Malfoy pressed a kiss to his cheek at the last minute. Then he pushed Ron back and walked to the bar again. Bastard.
Ron stumbled, disoriented, but proud of himself for remaining upright. He looked up and saw Malfoy sitting on a bar stool, another drink in hand. Ron walked to the bar and ordered a drink for himself, all the while, watching Malfoy from the corner of his eye.
Malfoy began to sway in his seat to the music. Considering his pissed state-- and maybe because of it--there was something undeniably sensual about his movements. Like his body was trained just for one thing. Sex.
Malfoy smirked and he must have been reading Ron’s thoughts because he said, "Something about music makes me so..." Malfoy started to moan really low, pressing the raw sound from deep within, forcing Ron to notice his pouting lips, his hand slipping into Ron's trousers. Ron’s breath hitched and he squirmed, rocking forward on his heels. His denims were too tight. Malfoy had his full attention. "Oh god," Ron moaned; his eyelids slid shut and he panted. Malfoy’s hand stroked up and down in the front of his trousers, Ron's hips rocked into the feeling. "Oh fuck." Malfoy’s hand worked upward slowly. Ron's muscles were tensing and relaxing, tensing and relaxing. It was so bold and public, but Ron was unconcerned if anyone else was watching.
The feeling of Malfoy bringing him off muffled all sound in the club as if Ron had water in his ears. All he wanted in that moment was to feel Malfoy’s fingers gripping his cock, rubbing like this was their only purpose in life. Ron’s hand went absently to Malfoy's crotch, and Malfoy’s breathing intensified, his knees pressing together. Then Malfoy smirked. "I think you're ready," he said.
At this, Ron shivered and nodded. He quietly muttered a spell over his glass, downing a sobering potion. He hoped Malfoy wouldn’t find out that he wasn’t drunk this time…or the last three times they had done this. He loved to watch Malfoy when he was uninhibited. Malfoy grabbed him by the arm and they stumbled clumsily into the bathroom.
"Love this--love this song," Malfoy said as he pushed Ron into the nearest bathroom stall. Ron couldn’t help but note how childlike he sounded, but the wicked look in his eye was far from innocence. Malfoy closed his eyes and began to sing along. He whispered the lyrics into Ron’s ear, all while slowly shifting against him.
The low tenor voice wreaked havoc on Ron’s hearing. Why were his ears so bloody sensitive? How had he not known this before being with Malfoy? He had always thought he was visually driven. Maybe it was just Malfoy’s voice.
His fingers locked round Ron’s neck and began running lightly down his back. Every part of Ron tingled. He was surprised his hair wasn’t standing on end as Malfoy ground into him, teasing with the friction through their clothing. Malfoy’s foot slid distractingly up and down the back of his calf. He twisted potentially naughty meanings out of the song, emphasizing certain words harshly in Ron’s ear. Some lyrics he changed altogether, making Ron shiver at the explicit phrases. After a moment’s hesitation, he pressed his lips to Malfoy’s.
"Malfoy--Draco." Ron tried the first name on his tongue, and slurred it out approvingly. "Going to fuck you, hard. What do you think?" The alcohol faded slowly from his system and his arousal grew stronger.
"Mhmm." Malfoy agreed as Ron unbuttoned the collared shirt embroidered with the Malfoy crest, tearing away the last remnants of the arrogant prick that was sober Malfoy. Ron had the presence of mind to remember his wand, pulling it from the pocket of his robes. He whispered a spell that left them both completely naked. The sudden skin on skin contact was thrilling.
It took Ron a moment to stop staring thickly at the beauty that was Malfoy’s cock hard against him, surrounded in light blond curls. Perhaps Malfoy was sobering. Somehow the idea was both terrifying and exciting to Ron. The music thumped like a second pulse driving Ron forward. The more sober he became, the more aware Ron grew of their location and the fact that anyone could walk in and hear them. What explanation would he have?
It was impossible for Ron to think with Malfoy wriggling distractingly against his body; his skin was soft, warm and smelled like vanilla. With alcohol still in his veins it was unfair how even the slightest movement from Malfoy could render Ron a dizzy useless mess. Malfoy gripped his shoulders and pulled him closer. He couldn’t believe the number of shameful things he’d done with Malfoy on nights like this. And the list kept growing.
Ron watched as Malfoy made a show of leaning back against the stall, predatory grey eyes daring him to look away. Malfoy always made it torture to resist him and he loved every minute of it. It seemed as if it was his personal mission to drive Ron to the edge every time. Ron steadied his breathing and slid a hand up Draco’s thigh. "Too skinny... Mum would try to feed you."
Malfoy snorted. “You would mention your mother at a time like this.” He pulled Ron closer, crushing their lips together. When they broke away for the necessity of air, Malfoy tangled his hands in Ron’s messy red hair. The massaging touch on his scalp made Ron shiver.
He shoved Malfoy back, pinning his wrists against the stall; the partition rattled with the impact. Ron slammed his mouth against Malfoy’s again, sloppy and eager. Malfoy’s teeth sank painfully into his lower lip and his fingers clawed deep into Ron’s hipbones.
Ron pulled away with a gasp. "You’re torture…” his cock pulsed with intensity, pain only making him harder.
"Can’t give Gryffindors what they want so easily. Especially when they don’t even ask politely." Malfoy smirked and he pressed a chaste kiss to Ron’s lips, his hand resting on Ron’s flat abdomen. Ron gripped Malfoy’s wrist with a desperate whimper.
"Here," Ron said in a drawn out moan. He led Malfoy’s hand to his cock. Malfoy rubbed teasingly and Ron mewled in appreciation, grip tightening with a start. "Please, use that dirty mouth, Draco."
A chill racked Ron’s body as Malfoy knelt down. The floor was almost as filthy as what they were doing. Ron grinned to himself when he saw Malfoy grimace at the stained tile of the unwashed floor. That’s right princess, he thought with satisfaction. Ron canted when he felt Malfoy’s hot breath ghost over his erection; Malfoy’s hand simultaneously kneaded at Ron’s inner thigh. Ron’s eyes slipped shut and a harsh grunt escaped his lips. His cock twitched in anticipation.
Malfoy rolled his tongue over the tip teasingly, and Ron whined shamelessly for more. Without warning, Malfoy engulfed his shaft, holding Ron’s thighs firmly while Ron arched up on impulse. A groan rumbled from Malfoy’s throat sending shocking vibrations through Ron while Malfoy’s fingers deftly stroked his balls. He shook with the concentration of remaining on his feet, stomach and leg muscles betraying how much he wanted to thrust into Draco’s mouth. Instead he gripped a fistful of Draco’s hair and held him steady, guiding him. Malfoy grazed his teeth on the underside of Ron’s cock, making Ron thankful he had Malfoy to hold on to.
"Good--Oh fuck." Ron screamed, pulling Malfoy's hair tightly. Ron pulled hard because he knew Malfoy liked the pain as much as he did. Ron was lost for a moment in the feeling of Malfoy’s warm wet mouth around him. The thought of something warmer and tighter consuming him forced him to muster all his self control. He choked, "St-stop." With a drawn out groan, he released his grip on Malfoy’s tousled blond locks. "G--gonna---Stop." He stuttered, fighting back the impeding lightheadedness.
Malfoy reluctantly sat back on his heels; he stood up, scornfully eyeing the filth Ron just had him on his knees in. Ron grabbed him and kissed him roughly. Then he moved to Draco’s neck, licking inside his collarbone; Ron sucked on the soft skin with a steady pressure. He bit and sucked on the pliant flesh, unconcerned if it left a mark. In fact he wanted Malfoy to know who he belonged to.
"What do you think about when you wank?" Malfoy said, his tone rough and barely recognizable. Ron froze, sweaty grip tightening on Malfoy’s shoulders; he growled into Malfoy’s neck. Malfoy writhed as Ron kept him trapped firmly against the stall wall. The friction of their cocks was both glorious and agonizing.
"Think about you sometimes….when I…., ungh, even when we were at Hogwarts," Ron admitted headily. He slipped both hands around Malfoy’s waist and pulled him flush against him while he spoke. Ron could feel him moving, the dizzying friction between them dominating his thoughts. "Couldn't control---hoped Harry didn’t hear," he whispered.
"N-no Potter," Malfoy hissed, voice hitching somewhere between his words. "D-do it," Malfoy urged him with a sudden possessiveness in his tone.
Ron stilled his grinding and stood motionless, his breath coming in shallow puffs. If this went on much longer he would come on the spot. He would have to test his control. "Thinking about bending you over and teaching you a lesson made me come," Ron whispered in Malfoy’s ear, and he grinned at the way Malfoy struggled against him. It was useless; Ron was stronger. Ron traced his fingers lightly over Malfoy’s bony shoulder, breathing measured. Then he followed the line with his tongue.
"Goddammit, Weasley," Malfoy said in a voice so light that Ron was surprised it didn’t float away. Malfoy rocked his hips. A moan escaped Ron, but he stayed firm, enjoying ignoring Malfoy’s insistence. Only when he grew quiet, did Ron finally cast a lubrication charm. Grinning, he eased one digit inside the hot tight ring of muscle. Malfoy impulsively keened on it, arching against the stall. "Unnngh." He pleaded incoherently, grasping clumsily at Ron’s shoulder.
Ron slipped another finger inside then, working them both in and out. Ron dared Malfoy with the intensity of his gaze as he twisted his fingers inside. Malfoy slipped down the wall and took himself in hand, palming the head of his cock with urgency. Ron’s pulse raced and a distinct buzzing filled his ears. "Such a slut," Ron said, earning him a groan and roll of Malfoy’s hips. The pace of Malfoy’s stroking increased and his eyes flickered shut. "Tell me you are." Ron gasped.
"Nnngh," Malfoy responded, his head falling back against the wall. Ron’s heart threatened to beat out of his chest. He fucked Draco deeper with his fingers, curling them up toward the sweet spot inside him. The combination of Malfoy’s body jerking against him and the sound of Malfoy’s staccato gasps rushed Ron’s senses. If anyone were to walk in it would be no mystery what was going on, but Ron could barely hold back anymore.
"Say it." Ron groaned and Malfoy shivered. His demand was a plea in itself; he needed to hear how dirty Malfoy thought he was, how dirty he was willing to be. All things Malfoy would never admit if he were sober.
"I'm a slut. Fuck." Malfoy ground his hips up and clenched around Ron's fingers like a lifeline. Ron’s precome leaked all over Malfoy’s thigh.
"Tell me--tell me how it feels." His voice trembled with the weight of speaking while he was so near the breaking point.
"So-fuck-ing-good." Malfoy articulated along with Ron's every stroke, sending a shiver down Ron’s spine directly to his cock.
Ron moved his fingers faster and deeper in reaction, stretching Malfoy. Malfoy grasped around him to take him in further and what that did to Ron was just plain indescribable. "Fuck-- it’s not enough, is it? Want me inside you?"
Malfoy whimpered inelegantly, sliding lower down the steel partition. Ron adjusted against him, aligning their sweat slicked bodies.
"Tell me what you want." Ron gasped.
Malfoy closed his eyes and bucked his hips erratically. "Fuck me."
Ron didn’t need to be told twice. He gripped Malfoy’s shoulders and flipped him, bending him over the toilet seat. Ron thought for a minute Malfoy would protest, but he didn’t. He arched and positioned his hands on the plastic lid.
“Fucking--Good boy.” Ron slowly entered the slick stretched hole and Merlin it was still so tight. Malfoy’s body reacted automatically, clenching around him. Ron gasped and instantly relinquished any form of control. Intensifying his rhythm, he thrust into Malfoy over and over. Malfoy clutched onto the unstable lid with a rough scream. Ron held onto Malfoy’s waist, leaning so his chest was pressed against Malfoy’s back. The feel of his cock being swallowed by Malfoy’s tight hole made Ron’s vision blur. The sound of skin slapping skin filled Ron’s ears.
"Oh," Malfoy moaned and it vibrated gloriously through him, spoiling every nerve ending.
"Merlin, yes, Draco. Fuck--so good." Ron gritted his teeth. It didn’t take long until Ron came, vision so distorted he thought he might black out. Ron fisted Malfoy’s hair tightly, his coarse scream muffled into Malfoy’s shoulder. Ron shuddered, swearing quietly, his arms wrapped loose around Malfoy’s waist.
Malfoy was still hard and so close. He rutted desperately into his own hand. Ron put a stop to that, languidly gripping Malfoy’s cock. He dragged his fingers over the shaft fast and rough. Malfoy jerked and his muscles tensed. Ron's voice was raspy from screaming and he said, "Come for me, Draco?"
"hnngh yes," he answered helplessly and did just that, moaning out his orgasm. Ron tugged at Malfoy's cock, milking the semen out with a lewd smile. He brought his fingers to Malfoy's lips, and Malfoy opened up to taste his own salty come. Then Ron kissed him, the taste of Malfoy burning on his tongue.
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It was in the strangeness of the afterglow that Ron saw Malfoy looking at him. Did Ron imagine his grey eyes were that clear and aware? Ron couldn’t fathom how anything could make him suddenly self conscious. He’d just fucked Malfoy in a dodgy public restroom. Still he avoided looking directly at Malfoy. Ron heard Malfoy mutter a cleaning spell. When he dared a look, Malfoy hurried past him out of the door without a word. Shaking the feeling, Ron dressed and left the lavatory.
“Hey, ginger,” an unfamiliar voice called from behind him.
Ron halted, panicked thoughts assailing him. What if someone knew? What if they’d been watching him and Malfoy and now they were going to blackmail him? He squeezed his eyes shut. Unfortunately as a Gryffindor and a bloody Auror; he had no choice but to face the accusation. He turned and saw the bartender.
“Uh…yes?” Ron said in a pitch higher than normal.
The bartender looked at Ron with clear annoyance. “What’s with your friend?” he gestured randomly toward the door.“The blond?’ Fuck. Ok, Relax. Play it cool. Ron told himself.
He took a deep breath. “I didn’t--I swear I--I mean—what about him?” Ron said. Real cool.
The bartender looked at him oddly and shrugged. “It’s just that he comes here all the time and only orders water, yeah. This is a business…”
The bartender was still talking but Ron didn’t hear any of it. In fact the giant squid might have danced in front of him and he would never know.
“Water?” Ron repeated. The bartender’s voice continued, muffled in the background. Ron was horrified but not nearly as much as he thought he should be. In fact, he was a little excited. Ron smiled to himself; this would make next meeting pretty interesting.
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