This fic is really odd for me because normally I like to think of Ron on top but this one seemed better with him as a bottom….ergh. We'll see, I guess…and it's probably more suggestive than I normally write, but the idea just wouldn't go away.
WARNINGS: Draco NOT taking advantage of Ron.
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"Draco?" the voice is surprisingly small and timid, considering the passionate and heated experience they were both having.
Draco tries not to sound impatient, but he has waited so long...he is almost there..."Yes, Weasley?"
"Be gentle?" There is silence for a moment except for their heavy panting in the dark, "Please?"
"I would never hurt you, Ron. I promise," Draco is surprised at how tender he sounds because, frankly, he thought he was too far-gone to care much about Weasley's feelings by now.
"O-okay. Just…do it then," Fuck, now Draco's in a tight spot. Yes he wants to bugger Weasley, but not if he's unsure about it.
"Merlin, Weasley, make up your mind! I don't want you to be all 'Okay, just do it then,' about this. I want you to be 'Yes fucking do me already!' about it. And, to be completely honest, you'd better decide soon. Because if you don't tell me 'No' quickly...well, my penis can only take so much before it takes control of me,"
Ron lets out a giggle, which would have normally ruined the moment, except for that both are too aroused and ready to be set off by a little humor.
And so Draco doesn't end up buggering Ron tonight; he settles for an exquisite blow instead, but he's got high hopes for the future.
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Yes, that was odd. And short.
...and mostly written for all the heartwarming reviews. Okay, there weren't an abundance of them, but I'm a modest person, I don't need much to make me happy. But seriously, you are all too nice. If you keep it up, I will probably continue to whip out ridiculous crap like this.
