Gently
Draco Malfoy was probably having the worst day of his life.
"Oops, sorry sir." Squeaked the
first year Slytherin running straight into Draco, smearing...oh fuck.
Cake with white bloody frosting all over his new set of robes.
Draco
put both hands on the brat’s shoulders and literally peeled him off of
his groin as the cake peeled away leaving white globs all down his
front, looking as if Draco had some kind of Nuclear wank and come was
now everywhere. “It’s alright, Higgins.” Draco said icily glaring
daggers at the cowering boy. “Just get away from me, before I decide to
change my mind and turn you into a Flobberworm.” He hissed.
Correction,
it wasn’t ‘probably’ the worst day, it was definitely the worst day of
his life, not counting the whole almost killing Dumbledore and then
almost dying in battle thing.
He watched the first year run down
the hall as he walked bowlegged back to his private rooms, trying not
to smear the mess more than it already was. Being Headboy was fine, but
being nice to lower beings was just unheard of, fucking McGonagall.
‘One cannot simply go around making people bow to your will, Mr. Malfoy
as Headboy you should know better than that.’ He rolled his eyes, she
had screeched at the top of her lungs after Draco made some fifth year
Hufflepuff clean his entire shoe collection after the little bastard
scuffed a pair of his Italian made ones. So what he had fifty and so
what the Hufflepuff couldn’t bend his fingers straight for an hour,
served him right.
But, today was bad. First he was late to
breakfast and he wasn’t able to get a chocolate croissant, fucking
Slytherin bastard’s, they all know that he can’t start his day without
one of them, then he forgot his Transfigurations homework and
McGonagall wouldn’t let him go run and get it, deducting ten points
from Slytherin and then gone on to say that she’d accept his work but
would take ten points off of his final grade. Bitch. And now the little
ickle firstie and his fucking cake. It couldn’t get worse. It better
not get worse. Otherwise, Draco Malfoy was going to show these fucker’s
just what a junior Death Eater learns when they’re sent away to Death
Eater Boot Camp.
As he walked through the dungeons his fellow Slytherins smirked and pointed and he in turn sneered and growled.
"Hey,
Malfoy – you know you should really take it easy, you know you could
blind." Giggled Paige Parkinson, Pansy’s younger sister, who is a fifth
year.
"Eat me, Parkinson." He hissed and flipped her the bird.
"Oh, that’s mature." She said rolling her eyes and walked off still chuckling with her friends.
"Bitch." He said snarling as he stopped by a bare stretch of stone and mumbled, "Cerulean."
A
door appeared and slid to the right as he stepped through, ducking
lightly as to not smack the top of his head. He sighed heavily
relishing the silence and was about to peel off his trousers when all
went black.
"What the fu –?!"
"Shh." Said a husky voice by his ear as it secured the blindfold to his head.
Draco
smiled and breathed a sigh of relief. Strong hands ran up and down his
back, needing his spine, making his skin tingle, then reaching out and
pulled off his robes. This is just what he needed.
'My skin is like a map of where
My heart has been and I can’t
Hide the marks, but it’s not a
Negative thing...'
Soft
lips kissed along the back of his neck as the strong hands began to
massage his shoulders, his head lolled back on the shoulder behind him
and he moaned in gratitude, he could feel the smile against his pulse
point.
"Kiss me." Draco whispered.
'So I let down my guard, drop my
Defenses, down by my clothes, I’m
Learning to fall, with no safety net,
To cushion the blow...'
Another
smile against his skin, before soft lips claimed his own and he moaned
without meaning to as the lips smirked against his. "Bastard." He
whimpered when the lips left his.
No answer as the hands went to
his shirt and began unbuttoning them slowly, this time he was in front
of Draco, because he could no longer lean on the hard form and his
hands went up to stroke the arms of his beloved. Bare shoulders, which
meant...his hands trailed down the flanks, feeling the soft skin and
went lower to feel more, when he got to his waist, the hands stopped
their task of unbuttoning his shirt and pulled his hands away and
pushed them down to rest by his side. "Behave." He reprimanded, but in
a soft voice, not scolding.
'I Bruise Easily, so be gentle when
You handle me, there’s a mark you
Leave, like a love heart carved on a tree...'
His
hand pushed away Draco’s white oxford and those hands started to leave
feather light touches on his bare chest, then he leaned in and started
kissing and mouthing his flesh, circling a tongue over his erect
nipples and tugging gently making Draco hiss, then licking away the
pain. Draco held his head and was running his fingers through silky
soft hair and he smiled thinking of how when he would do this that he
would imagine it was fire and he was caressing the flames. He grunted
when the hands were now down the back of his trousers and kneading his
cheeks.
"No boxers, love?" smirked the mouth as it was still leaving soft kisses on his torso as he writhed against the lips.
"No – I was hoping you’d ravish me between classes." Draco said panting.
The
smirk again. As he licked and swirled his tongue around his nipple,
then the hands disappeared from his arse and Draco whimpered. "I could
leave them there, but I’d like your trousers off, since whatever is on
them is smearing all over my prick."
Draco moaned wantonly and
his lover chuckled. "I could clean it for you." Draco said swallowing
lightly, "please let me clean it for you."
"Not yet." He whispered dangerously close to his ear before tugging it between his teeth.
'I Bruise Easily, can’t scratch the surface
Without moving me, underneath, I Bruise
Easily, I Bruise Easily...'
The
hands expertly removed his trousers and the cold air of his room made
contact with his skin and he hissed, the blindfold was making all
senses come alive, ten fold. He kicked off his shoes as he whispered
him to do this. Then he heard a rustling, he was collecting Draco’s
clothes and then he felt a soft flick against his thigh, his tongue and
Draco almost buckled. Then he stood there in all his naked glory,
except for his tie and he felt so self-conscious all of a sudden, Draco
knew he was staring at him and this made him breathe more heavily, his
erection was turning slightly painful now that he felt the lustful
stare.
"You’re so fucking beautiful, know that?" and the voice
pierced every part of his body. Then he felt a hand on his shoulder
pushing him down to kneel and he moaned again. "You’re so good at being
patient, pet. Now you can have your reward."
"Thank God." Draco said as he dropped gracefully to his knees, the expensive Persian rug cushioning his fall.
'I found your finger prints on
A glass of wine, Do you know
You’re leaving them all over this
Heart of mine too...'
"No
need for formalities, love – Ron will do just fine." He said grinning
as he guided his cock to Draco’s mouth, brushing it across the pink
lips, smirking as Draco’s tongue darted out trying to catch the stray
drops of pre-cum that was leaking, Ron brushed the tip against Draco’s
lips and cheek leaving a sticky trail as Draco whimpered.
"Please." Draco said moving to take Ron into his hand.
"Ah – behave, love." Ron said smirking down at the blond in front of him as he pushed his hand lightly.
Draco
whimpered again, Ron grinned as he lightly stroked himself, so that a
little of his sticky seed was leaking a bit at a time, which made Draco
stick his tongue out as he felt it dribble down his chin. "That’s my
good boy." Ron said huskily.
'But if I never take this leap of
Faith I’ll never know, so I’m
Learning to fall with no safety
Net to cushion the blow...'
Draco
was kneeling at his feet, hands at his side, tongue sticking out, head
back lightly, a Gryffindor tie shielding his eyes and Ronald Weasley
was in front of him, cock in his hand resting on Draco’s tongue. Ron
shook his head. People would pay good money for this.
"Open
wider, pet." Ron said softly and Draco opened his mouth and Ron slid in
softly and watched as Draco relaxed his throat wanting Ron to go
deeper, but Ron wouldn’t and this made Draco whimper again. "You’re so
greedy, dragon." Ron said pulling back out.
Draco pouted, he
pouted because he knew Ron loved when he did, he licked his lips
tasting the bitter, yet sweet taste because of the frosting.
"Scourgify." Ron said suddenly. And Draco whimpered, knowing Ron had
cleaned himself of the sticky treat.
"Ron." He said in a whiney voice, "you said I could clean you." Adding a pout.
"Mmm
– I know, love." Ron said caressing his cheek, thumbing away a pearly
drop of cum and brushing Draco’s lips with it as Draco sucked his thumb
into his sweet mouth. "After I fuck you, then you can clean me."
Draco
actually sighed with relief and Ron shook his head again. God, my
boyfriend is kinky and he fucking loved it. Grabbing Draco up
forcefully, he turned him and pulled him roughly against him, trapping
him between his arms. And he began walking him to the bed, both of them
trying not to trip over the other.
'I Bruise Easily, so be gentle when
You handle me, there’s a mark you
Leave, like a love heart carved on a tree...'
He
turned Draco as he steadied him against the edge of the bed and kissed
him passionately, pulling back he ran his tongue over the roof of
Draco’s mouth and Draco moaned, he pushed him to sit and then helped
him into bed, “Lay back.” Ron whispered low.
Draco did as he was
told and lay still, he felt the bed dip and he could feel it move
slightly as Ron got in as well, Ron was between his legs and he parted
them lightly as Ron was caressing them. His slightly calloused hands
were making the hairs stand on end, then using his hands Ron made his
way up Draco’s body, in one fast motion, legs, thighs, stomach, then
down Draco’s arms taking his hands and then raising his arms as Ron ran
his hands up his arms moving them to the headboard and then entwining
their fingers and at the same time, moving his chest against Draco’s
groin and moving like a snake against him to arch up so that his chest
sort of went up in an arch and Draco was able to lick him from neck to
navel, which made Draco tremble. Then Ron came back down, navel to
neck, with a stop to kiss Draco before he was back down so that his
face was right at Draco’s cock and Ron was nibbling lightly at his
groin, tugging lightly at the sparse blond hairs.
"Tsk, tsk." Ron scolded fondly. "You’ve been neglecting yourself again, love."
"What?"
Draco said panting as Ron spoke so close to his groin and was
accentuating his words so that his breath was ghosting across his skin.
'I Bruise Easily, can’t scratch the surface
Without moving me, underneath, I Bruise
Easily, I Bruise Easily...'
Ron
started licking around him lazily, making a figure eight, he could feel
his initials, RW...then a word...loves...then...DM...He licked this all
into Draco and made Draco arch each time. Then he nuzzled him then
growled. "You know I like a clean workspace." Then he heard Ron mumble
a hair removal spell.
"Sorry – oh fuck love. I’m sorry." Draco said arching up for more contact.
"It’s
alright, love – though you will have to be punished for this." And
Draco whimpered, damn he was doing that a lot. But he’d cry a fucking
river, just as long as Ron didn’t stop loving him.
Ron’s hands
trailed down his legs again as he mouthed Draco’s sac, tugging lightly
on the sensitive skin, then using his palms he placed them against the
bottom of Draco’s feet and pushed lightly and Draco took his queue to
pull his legs up and Ron used his hands again as a guide down the back
of his calves then against his thighs pushing him open for Ron. Draco
was trembling now as he grabbed the back of his thighs knowing what was
coming next. And he felt Ron smirk. As he ran his nose along his
perineum. "Such a good boy." And he whispered this along his cleft and
Draco squeaked and Ron chuckled.
Ron spread his cheeks lightly
with his fingers all the while caressing his cheek along the soft flesh
of Draco’s arse. He placed a soft kiss on his puckered entrance and a
flick of his tongue as he pulled back smacking his lips lightly. "Almost as good as your cum."
Draco moaned loudly and Ron
grinned, sometimes he’d just lay with Draco teasing him with feather
light touches all over his cock, never really touching him and
whispering all the dirty things he wanted to do to the blond and Draco
would come, without even a stroke. Ron swirled his tongue around the
sensitive skin and he saw Draco buck lightly and he smiled and then
stabbed his hole and Draco yelped and Ron moved his head quickly as his
leg kicked out, almost knocking Ron off the bed. "Sorry – sorry." Draco
said sheepishly. Ron could tell he was blushing and he liked that.
"It’s
alright, love – just be careful if you knock me out then you won’t get
a proper rimming." And Draco whimpered, this time it almost sounded
like a sob.
Ron shook his head and then licking from balls down
to the twitching hole, he blew a soft breath and eyed Draco’s feet as
they moved and making sure he kept his head away from the Malfoy feet
he began to suck till his heart was content, listening to Draco’s
ragged breathing and his usual slightly incoherent ramblings that he
had during sex.
"Oh fuck – Ron – oh – so good – fucking love you so much – wish I could have your tongue inside me all the time."
Ron
pulled back and darted up to kiss the Malfoy mouth thoroughly, always
amazed at how Draco would dart his tongue around his mouth as if
searching for a piece of himself in Ron’s mouth. He reached over
grabbing the jar of lubricant on the night stand as Draco began to rub
himself against Ron, wrapping a leg around his waist as he gripped
Ron’s hair tightly, tugging on the hair at the nape of his neck,
knowing how Ron loved this, Ron stilled his hips from rocking. "Such a
slut." Ron growled and bucked his hips against Draco’s.
Draco yanked his head back and Ron winced, "I’m your fucking slut, Ron – now fuck me." He said gritting his teeth.
'Anyone who, can touch you,
Can hurt you, or heal you,'
"Is
that a command, Malfoy?" Ron said arching a brow and yanking his head
away knowing Draco probably pulled some of his hair out.
"No." Draco said coquettishly and Ron grinned, rolling his eyes.
"Ask nicely." Ron said licking Draco’s lips.
"Please, Ron." He said sotly, his lips attaching to Ron’s Adam’s apple.
"Say it." Ron said tugging on Draco’s family jewels, making Draco gasp.
"Weasley is my King." Draco panted and Ron laughed.
"Not that you, prat. ‘Please’." Ron said still chortling.
Draco growled, "Why are you begging me – you’re the one who wants me to ask."
Ron
bit down on Draco’s shoulder and twisted a nipple at the same time as
Draco arched up again, "Please – please." Draco said panting again.
"My boy...my beautiful boy...you’re my boy aren’t you, Draco." Ron said moving back down Draco’s body to kneel between his legs.
'Anyone who, can reach you,
Can love you, or leave you...'
"Yes, love – always yours – forever." Draco said as Ron moved his legs up and open.
"As
I am yours, pet – as I am yours." Ron opened the jar and scooped a
generous amount out and began to coat his shaft, knowing he might not
last long should he leave this for last, just watching Draco like this,
so wanton, so open, it was driving him to the brink.
'So be gentle...
So be gentle...'
He
kept
his eyes on Draco as he did this and watched as Draco’s mouth
opened and he licked his lips and started stroking himself and Ron
smiled. Then reached out and swat at Draco’s hands and Draco pouted,
"Never touch my property without asking." Ron said low and he smiled
inwardly seeing Draco tremble at the reprimand.
He liberally
coated his thick shaft and then scooped more of the warm gel out and
trailed his fingers down his cleft and kept his eyes on Draco, watching
his mouth open in a small ‘O’, his head up as if he could see Ron
behind the blindfold. He wondered when Draco was going to ask to take
it off. He slipped a finger inside of Draco and watched the blond as he
moaned and then still watching he added another one and began to move
them in and out scissoring them together as he did, Draco dropped his
legs and planted them firmly on the bed raising himself slightly so
that he could push down on Ron’s fingers. "Ah – patience, pet." Ron
said leaning down and kissing his stomach, making Draco shudder.
"I’m ready." Draco said breathlessly.
"Not
yet." Ron said and added a third finger. And began thrusting them in
and out at a feverous pace as Draco writhed. Then he removed his
fingers and Draco groaned with need. Ron leaned back and pushed Draco’s
legs up again as he did this he took an opportunity to lean over
Draco’s swollen erection and sucked on the head making Draco arch up, a
stream of Draco’s come pulsed into his mouth and he licked away the
drops that smeared his stomach and then moved away. "See – better than
chocolate." Said Ron as Draco moaned.
He took his cock in hand
and trailed it down Draco’s cleft and circled it around his opening and
Draco moved with it and then growled lightly, "I fucking hate you." He
said groaning in frustration.
'So be gentle...
So be gentle...'
"Liar."
Ron said and using his other hand he poked his forefinger inside and
Draco kicked him in the head, not hard, but still a kick. "Malfoy." Ron
said wincing lightly.
"You’re killing me, Ron."
Ron moved
his finger and sucked it clean and then guided his cock into the tight
ring of muscle and Draco moaned, "Ron, I want to see you, please can I
– fuck." He said as Ron stilled, only the head was inside of Draco and
Ron was holding his waist, knowing Draco wanted to impale himself. "I
want to see you."
'I Bruise Easily, so be gentle when
You handle me, there’s a mark you
Leave, like a love heart carved on a tree...'
Ron
just grunted his reply and Draco whipped off the blindfold and then
yanked his tie off his neck almost choking himself. As he watched the
beautiful red head between his legs struggling for control, his eyes
closed, face slightly contorted, biting his lower lip. He knew Ron was
teasing too long, because it looked liked he was going to come, he was
breathing more shallow now and then he moved further into Draco and
Draco’s mouth dropped open as he was almost filled...filled completely
with Ron.
'I Bruise Easily, can’t scratch the surface
Without moving me, underneath, I Bruise
Easily, I Bruise Easily...'
Ron
rolled his hips lightly, pulled back and then went in further and
Draco’s jaw dropped more and he arched as he was finally filled to the
hilt and he felt Ron go stock still, he opened his eyes and saw Ron
staring at him and then Ron leaned forward so that he was draped over
Draco and he wrapped his legs around his waist as Ron rested one hand
on either side of Draco, then Draco clenched his muscles around Ron and
this time it was Ron’s turn to whimper and tremble and Draco smirked. "Fucker." Ron panted.
"Actually
– it’s you." And he clenched
again...whimper, "who," clench...tremble, 'is the," clench...moan,
"fucker." And he locked his legs to pull him in more and grabbed his
arse as Ron growled.
'I Bruise Easily, so be gentle when
You handle me, there’s a mark you
Leave, like a love heart carved on a tree...'
They
began their dance as Ron began to thrust, Draco met every one, putting
a little snap into it as he pulled Ron closer to his body, so he could
feel the sweet friction against his cock as it lay trapped and fit to
burst between them, Ron was panting wildly into his ear, making the
blond strands fly all around his neck, once in awhile sucking on his
neck. Draco was gripping his sides almost painfully as his fingers dug
into Ron’s flesh. He smiled at Ron’s mutterings.
"My boy...my beautiful dragon, I love you so much."
He
moved his hands and gripped Ron’s head pulling him into a searing kiss
as Ron began to speed up his climax building, Ron dipped his head down
and started whispering to Draco.
"I could fucking stay – fuck –
could stay inside you forever, love – yes – want you to come – want you
to come on my stomach," Draco was moaning as his eyes rolled up, "want
to smooth it into my skin – wish I could bathe in it."
"Fuck!"
Draco bellowed as he came, his come coating their bellies; Ron really
was brilliant, as his words alone brought Draco to the edge.
And
with Draco clenching all around him Ron cried out as he thrust once
more and stilled, filling Draco with his seed and then collapsed on the
blond as Draco dropped his legs, his arms splaying out to the side.
Both of them breathing erratically.
'I Bruise Easily, can’t scratch the surface
Without moving me, underneath, I Bruise
Easily, I Bruise Easily...'
Draco
began rubbing Ron’s back soothing him till he started to breathe more
calm, relishing the feeling of Ron still pulsing deep inside of him, he
could still feel him twitching lightly. Ron finally pulled up and
looked down at Draco. Draco smiled and kissed him tenderly. Ron moved
back against Draco arching up lightly as his softened cock came free
much to Draco’s chagrin and Ron smirked as he moved down Draco’s body,
taking a quick stop by his stomach licking away Draco’s release, making
Draco whimper.
"Ron, you said I could clean you."
Ron smiled up at him, "Punishment remember?"
"But I’ve been a good boy." Draco said softly, his muscles trembling beneath Ron’s tongue "aren’t I your good boy, Ron?"
Ron smirked, "Yes, you are, Dragon. So, how about a compromise?" Ron moved lower licking a strip along Draco’s flaccid cock.
'I Bruise Easily, can’t scratch the surface
Without moving me, underneath, I Bruise
Easily, I Bruise Easily...'
"Compromise?"
Draco said glancing down at Ron as he trailed his nose down Draco’s
body, nuzzling along his sac, going lower toward his perineum, pushing
his legs up again as he trailed down the cleft, still using his nose as
he breathed Draco in deeply. He looked up once more to see Draco
gasping for air trying to keep his eyes locked onto Ron’s movement’s,
but failing miserably once Ron used his chin to nudge his cheeks apart
he licked his now loose entrance, sticking his tongue inside, wiggling
his way through as he began sucking all of his seed and that sweet
taste of Draco. He began moaning with Draco as they both were enjoying
this act, he stopped short just before Draco kicked his foot out, he
dodged quickly, as he shook his head smirking at the beautiful boy,
then using his nose again to trail up Draco’s body, kissing the blond
deeply as he shared the taste of them together.
'I Bruise Easily...'
After
thoroughly
sharing their combined essence Ron rolled off of the blond
and then pulled him into his arms as Draco draped himself over Ron, "I’m
sorry you had a bad day." Ron said stroking his back as Draco was
drawing lazy circles along Ron’s stomach.
"I had a bad day?" Draco said groggily.
Ron chuckled. "No – guess not."
Draco
leaned up and kissed Ron softly and nuzzled his nose, "Love you." He
said as he kissed his chest and then scooted in closer so he could rest
his head against Ron’s heart; the beating always lolled him into
slumber. "Tired." Draco said locking his leg tighter around Ron.
"Sleep
love – sleep." Ron said softly and kissed the top of his head and once
he heard the soft snores from Draco as he fell into an easy sleep, Ron
was not too far behind.
'I Bruise Easily...'
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