A hint of blood showed at the corner of Ron Weasley's mouth, he was biting his lip so hard. The sky above the Burrow darkened with just a bit of gray, and he stared into it, as if willing it to rain on him.
"Weasley, are you listening to me?!" Draco said angrily, his gray eyes flashing with a dignified anger that made Ron want to puke, it was so sexy. He hated being alone with Draco. He hated when everyone left the two to their own devices.
"Yeah, I'm listening. Get on with it, Malfoy." Ron rolled his big blues and awaited the continuation of the "lesson". Draco'd been teaching Ron to better defend himself from Death Eaters, as Harry had been so busy. After Draco had switched to the side of good, Ron had developed a bit of a crush on him.
"Okay, position yourself like this." Draco said, manipulating Ron's body the way he wanted it.
At his touch, Ron stiffened and felt his pants tighten. He hoped by all that was holy that Draco didn't notice that he could give him an erection with a simple touch.
"Relax, Weasel." Draco breathed in his ear, making his vision hazy. He clamped his mouth shut before a wanton moan could escape his lips.
"You're so stiff." He whispered in a raspy voice that shot feelings of desire into his toes. His heart raced and his breathing quickened. Draco's mouth moved to his neck, placing hot, biting kisses there.
"W-what?" Ron said, dully. He could barely think, let alone register that it was Draco performing those sins on his body. Draco's hand moved to trail down Ron's muscle hardened chest. Lower, his hand went, until it teased his jean-clad erection.
"So stiff." Draco whispered. He unzipped Ron's pants and took his cock in his hand, stroking it ever so slightly. His tongue stayed on Ron's neck, licking and sucking his way to his shoulder. Ron groaned yet again, unable to move, to form actual words. Draco knew this, and still, he tortured him. He spun Ron around to face him, staring in his beautiful liquid brown eyes.
"How long?" Draco whispered, placing a kiss on his lips. Ron's eyes shone with desire.
"Always." And Ron kissed him back fiercely, putting all of his pent up passion into it. He thrust their hips together, forcing friction between their cocks, now both exposed to the cool air, and each other's hot bodies.
Ron yanked Draco's pants down, playing with the slender blonde's cock as he did so.
"Do it." Draco groaned, and Ron spit into his hand and rubbed it in the proper places.
Ron placed the head of his engorged cock at Draco's barely slick entrance and began to push in slowly. He stopped at Draco's sharp intake of breath, his brow furrowed.
"Go, further." Draco hissed, pushing back against Ron. Now, it was Ron's turn to breath in sharply. Draco felt so good clenched around him.
Ron began to move, fucking him slowly at first, but increasing his pace with each thrust. Draco began to feel the pain give way to pleasure as Ron's cock brushed his prostate, and almost exploded when Ron's arm came around his slender hips to fist his cock in time with his strokes.
The first drops of rain hit Ron's forehead as Draco exploded into his hand, and he, in turn, emptied himself into Draco's tight arse.
Ron Weasley shot up in bed, his breathing erratic, and his lap quite wet. Another dream of Malfoy? He wondered to himself, but he knew the answer. He knew. It had to be the rain.