A flood of emotions washed over Ron as he returned home. For one, he had spent too much time at the seedy shop in Knockturn Alley. So much so, that the charm he'd used to disguise himself had faded. After so many months of being so careful, he'd been found out. By Draco Malfoy of all people. Second, he'd essentially cheated on his wife. Mutual wanking was one thing, just a bit of fun between mates. Even blow jobs, he felt could be forgiven, but he had gone the whole hog and actually fucked someone. There was no excusing that. Sure Draco had been the one to initiate it, but he could have stopped it at anytime if he'd wanted. But that was the problem, he didn't want to. Draco was drop dead gorgeous, he'd always thought so, even at school, though he would have never admitted it to anyone. But git that he was, you'd have to be blind not to see that Draco was bloody beautiful. And it was not often that drop dead beautiful people, male or female threw themselves at Ron. Okay, that wasn't true. Being known for helping Harry Potter destroy the Dark Lord, did earn him a few groupies, but to Ron, they didn't count. They were just attracted to the fame, or to his connection to Harry, not to him. Draco hadn't seen his real face until after, and even if he'd known it was Ron, being the friend of Harry Potter wouldn't have meant a damn thing to him. So yeah, having this beautiful man, who did not know of his fame and didn't care, desire him so much, even if it was only for a quick ride on his cock, it was hard for Ron to refuse.
Then there was Ron's biggest concern. At the center of everything, was Draco. Believe it or not, Ron had matured quite a bit over the years. Enough to see his childhood rivalry with Draco as being just that. He didn't hate Draco, and he doubted he ever really did, not when he now knew what true hatred was. Ron also knew what evil was. He'd seen more of it than he'd like every day on his job. Despite what people often said about them, even to this day, Ron knew the Malfoys were not evil. Lucius, maybe, but not his wife, and certainly not his son. Draco was misguided at best and he was not without his faults, who was really, but there was a lot Ron honestly (and secretly) admired about Draco. He was a proud man, one who weathered the storm of insults and bias against his family after the war. Ron knew Draco had handled it better than he would have, were their roles reversed. He was also strong enough to admit, even apologize for his mistakes, but not so desperate that he would beg forgiveness. He'd made his peace with Harry and Ron and Hermione, and even with his aunt Andromeda and cousin Teddy, and that seemed to be enough for him. He didn't seem to care what anyone else thought. In another life perhaps he and Ron could have even been friends, but as it was they were… what? Ron didn't have the words.
Thinking of his relationship with the blonde proved too confusing. Instead he chose to focus on what had just happened. Him fucking Draco. Ron had to admit, it was one of the best shags he'd ever had, good enough to rival the ones he and Hermione had had in their hey day. His thoughts then drifted to Hermione, and his heart sank as he remembered his betrayal. Ron open the door to his home and was met with the smell of dinner cooking and his nine year old son running into his arms. "Dad!" Hugo shouted. Ron scooped Hugo up, hugging him tightly and kissing his cheek. He set the boy down as he entered the kitchen. There he found Hermione at the stove, stirring a pot. She looked… domestic, and stunningly beautiful, all at the same time. She turned to him, and flashed him a smile that made his heart melt. "Hello, Honey." Ron kissed her deeply. She returned it. Ron was overwhelmed with feelings of love and affection for his wife, all thought of Draco Malfoy was pushed from his mind. For the moment, at least.
Three weeks had passed and Ron had not returned to the bookstore in Knockturn Alley. Not that he hadn't wanted to. He'd tried to make love to Hermione that first night, after Draco, but she'd complained about a headache. Since then, one or both of them had been held up at work, and if they were home at the same time, one of them was already asleep. So Ron thought of going to the book store quite a bit. He'd even tossed off at work once, thinking of fucking Draco again. He'd almost been caught by Harry just as he came. Ron thanked every god in the heavens that he'd been hidden behind his desk.
Ron left work one day, seriously thinking of going to the bookstore. He needed to get off, badly. The prospect of going home, to find Hermione either gone, fast asleep or too stressed to even look at him didn't sit well with him. Shooting off a good load always seemed to relax him. But since his former haunt was still tainted by memories of Malfoy, Ron chose another vise, alcohol. He popped over to a pub after work.
Ron was on his third pint, and still no closer to even thinking about going home. Though in the back of his mind, he supposed he really should. If Hermione was working late, Hugo would be there alone. "One more pint," Ron told himself. "Then I'll leave." He downed the remaining content of his glass, and found his way to the loo. Ron rushed over to the urinal nearest the door, taking no notice of the man standing right beside. He was too occupied with the need to empty his strained bladder. As he drained the excess alcohol from his body, he found himself looking over his shoulder, only to find Draco standing there beside him. Shit! Ron thought. What the bloody hell is he doing here? Draco seemed to have recognized Ron immediately, and was determined to ignore him. It seemed neither one of them would be finished doing their business anytime soon, and they were at the only two urinals available. Ron looked away, deciding to ignore Draco every bit as much as the other man was ignoring him. But he couldn't help taking a quick glance at Draco's prick, now knowing how nice a prick it was. Gods, it was awesome. Even completely limp and streaming piss.
Ron felt himself hardening, and decided to focus on the job at hand. It wasn't long though before he found himself looking at it again. Draco was done, and shaking himself dry, and the sight made Ron lick his lips. Draco squeezed the end of his dick and pulled, draining the last drop, and Ron realized, he was taking a bit longer to finish up then absolutely necessary. He looked up and saw Draco's eyes on him. He almost flinched away, but there was no need really. Draco knew what he was looking at, and it was clear now Draco wanted him to look. He stayed at the urinal stroking himself slowly, his cock gradually filling with blood. Ron found himself stroking his own cock without really meaning to.
Draco's gaze dropped from Ron's eyes to his prick. Ron's did the same. They stood there, stroking themselves and watching each other. Ron couldn't help noticed how relaxed it all felt, the most relaxed he'd ever felt around Draco, like this was all completely normal and they did it all the time. Draco waved his cock, in that erotic way Ron liked, before reaching over to squeeze Ron's arse. Fuck! Ron thought. Just then they heard the door open. They quickly separated, put themselves together, and moved to the sinks as if nothing had happened. Ron never bothered with his forth pint and went home immediately.
The next day, Ron was anxious. He was also indecisive. He knew he wanted, hell, needed to see Draco again. He just didn't know where to look, the bookstore, or the pub? When quitting time came, Ron found himself choosing the pub. He walked straight up to the bar and ordered a pint. He looked around to see if Malfoy was around. He was just starting to feel foolish for his own desperate need for Malfoy, when he saw a familiar blonde sitting alone in a booth. Malfoy was nursing his own drink and smoking a cigar. The blonde had his head down, and hadn't noticed him yet. Ron took a large sip of his drink, before walking over. Draco was so deep in thought, he had not noticed Ron at all until the other man spoke. "Mind if I join you?" Draco's head rose at the sound of the vaguely familiar voice, he'd not actually heard it in years. His cold gray eyes scanned Ron, betraying no emotion what-so-ever, and Ron nervously thought that maybe he shouldn't have come. Draco took a long drag of his cigar, eyes burning into Ron's before he pointed at the seat across from him. "Sure, why not?" Ron did not know it was possible to feel both more and less nervous about something at the same time until that moment. He sat down across from Draco as the other man produced another cigar from his jacket pocket and offered it to him. "Smoke?" Ron almost refused, but decided, why not. Draco lit it for him, and Ron took a long slow drag.
As the smoke burned his throat and filled his lungs, Ron felt all his tension ease away. He'd not smoked in years, Hermione had constantly and rather naggingly urged him to stop once he'd picked up the habit, but at that moment, it was just what he needed. He looked to see Draco staring right at him, holding his own cigar to his lips. "Been seeing a lot of each other, haven't we?" Draco said. Ron's nerves returned as he looked down at the table. "Yeah." Moments passed silently between them, and Ron wondered what would happen next. What he even wanted to happen next. Then Draco was speaking again. "I come here for a drink when I just need to get out of the house," he said before picking up his glass. "But their stuff is shit." For some reason, Ron found that hilarious and started laughing. Draco smiled. "Care to join me for a real drink?" Ron looked up at him. Draco was clearly giving him what Seamus would call 'bedroom eyes', and Ron felt himself get instantly hard. "Yes." He said without even a thought. Draco put out his cigar and reached for his outer robe. "Come on." He said, getting up from their table.
As fast as a floo could carry them, Ron and Draco were inside a large room in Malfoy manor. The place was almost unrecognizable. Gone was the old fashioned look of a pureblood museum, the new décor was modern, screamed of muggle influence, and yet, was distinctly Draco. "Take your robe?" Ron was brought out of his thoughts by Draco's question, and nodded. "Sure." He pulled his robe off and handed it to Draco. "Make yourself at home." Draco said before walking off.
Ron took a seat on the leather couch, and marveled at how soft it was. Moments later, Draco returned with a bottle and two glasses. Ron now took the opportunity to look at Draco properly. His robe was gone, and he was wearing a black button down shirt with black slacks. The top two buttons on the shirt were undone, revealing just enough skin to be erotic without being obscene. His shoes were thoroughly shined. Several gold rings adorned Draco's fingers. Ron normally found such things gaudy, especially on men, but Draco wore them well. He soon stood in front of Ron, holding out the glasses. Ron took one, Draco placed the other on a table between them and uncorked the bottle. As Draco poured their drinks, Ron spoke. "I-um, I like what you've done with the place." Draco sat on the other end of the couch beside Ron. "Astoria," He answered. "She felt the place needed some new life. I agreed, and let her have at it." Ron looked at the art around them. "A lot of this stuff is muggle, isn't it?" Draco shrugged. "It's not so bad." He took a sip of his drink and placed it on the table. Ron nervously sipped his own.
Draco leaned back in his seat, throwing his arm over the back of the couch. The sight made Ron even harder, something he did not think possible. Draco looked at him, his eyes raking Ron's body, stopping at his crotch. Ron shuddered, and felt the sudden need to say something, anything. "So, uh, where is Astoria anyway?" The question seemed more casual in his head then it did once he'd asked it. "Out spending my money, probably." Said Draco, not missing a beat. His eyes had not left Ron's crotch, and he was openly gripping his own. Ron began gulping down his drink. "You can make yourself more comfortable if you'd like." Ron almost asked what Draco meant, when he saw Draco adjusting his position on the couch. He was unfastening his belt and trousers. Ron took a sharp intake of breath as Draco produced his hard, hairless cock. He pulled the foreskin back, revealing its shiny pink head to Ron. "How long did you say she was gonna be gone?" Draco began stroking himself as he spoke. "Doesn't matter, this is my room. She can't come in here. Can't even hear what goes on in here." Draco reached over and gripped the bulge in Ron's trousers. It was almost enough to make him lose it right there. Ron quickly freed his cock from its confines. Draco took it in hand, squeezing it. Gods, Draco's hand felt so good on his dick. He thought the other man was going to stroke him off, until he saw Draco leaning down to take him in his mouth.
Once again, Ron was engulfed by the warmth of Draco's mouth. It felt so damn good. He rested his hand on the back of Draco's head, twisting his fingers through Draco's hair. Ron could tell Draco was experienced at male sex, he gave excellent head. Most people gagged on Ron's considerable size and girth, but Draco took it like a pro. He took Ron all the way down his throat before sliding off. Draco stroked him for a bit licking his lips. He peeled Ron's foreskin back, before sucking on Ron's head. The auror's entire body tensed at the contact, it struck him like a bolt of lightning. Draco starting licking his slit, then traced his tongue along the length of Ron's dick. "Gods, Draco!" It was the first time he'd called Draco by his first name, the thought of calling him Malfoy seemed quite preposterous at the moment.
Draco sat up, and began undoing his shirt. Ron quickly took over, kissing and sucking every newly exposed inch of skin. He took Draco's nipple into his mouth, and caused the other man to cry out as he sucked. This was why he preferred guys to be hairless. Ron was very oral when it came to sex, and hair just got in the way. He kissed all the way down Draco's belly, and tickled his navel with his tongue. Draco raised his hips, allowing Ron to pull his trousers down. Ron was surprised to see the blonde had chosen not to where underwear that day. He also realized he was now free to do what he'd wanted to do at the shop, and began sucking Draco's balls in earnest. Draco writhed and screamed as Ron juggled his testes in his mouth. Draco's balls were every bit as magnificent as Ron imagined they'd be, every bit as magnificent as the rest of Draco. He fingered the Slytherin while sucking his luscious orbs. "Please! Please, Ron!" Draco begged. Ron pulled up. Draco stood, removing his clothes entirely. He was a fucking god. Ron stood, and followed suit, then Draco's hands were all over his body.
They'd ended up kissing at some point. Ron thought to himself that that wasn't part of the deal, not that there'd even been a deal. But he didn't stop Draco, in fact he was kissing back every bit as fiercely. His hands roamed Draco's body and eventually settled on his arse. He groped and squeezed it. He spread Draco's cheeks as he sucked his neck. Ron's finger found Draco's hole and probed it. Draco screamed again. Ron did not get to finger Draco as much as he would have liked as he soon found himself being pushed back softly. "You had me last time." Draco said. He kissed Ron's lips once more and added "Now it's my turn." Ron's heart nearly stopped. Had that meant what he thought it did. He saw Draco reach for his wand, and cast an all to familiar set of spells on his cock. Ron now had the chance to say what he should've said last time and didn't. But did he really want to. He was so horny, so ready, and Draco was there. They were going to fuck in Draco's home. Ron had never been fucked before. He'd never thought about it really, but he wanted it now. He needed it. He knew he had to have Draco's cock inside him. He kissed Draco again. "Just tell me what to do." He whispered.
With two flicks of his wand, Draco vanished the table with their drinks, and transfigured the couch into a bed. "Lie down." Draco told him. Without question, Ron crawled onto the bed, resting on his stomach. "On your back." Draco said. Ron gave a questioning look, but complied. Draco ran his hand along Ron's body, drinking him in. He made his way to the man's cock, and gave it a few healthy strokes. Draco climbed on to the bed, lifting Ron's legs onto his shoulders. He pointed the wand at Ron's entrance. Ron's breath hitched as he felt something cool and slick inside. Draco inserted two fingers, and Ron began to writhe. Draco dug his fingers in and out, drawing the most delightful cries from Ron. He slipped a third finger in and Ron's whole body went rigid. The way his muscles tensed made Draco's cock twitch. Draco withdrew his fingers. "Are you ready?" Ron looked up at him with lazy eyes, and only nodded. Draco repositioned himself.
When Ron felt Draco's cock pressed against him reality struck him. He was actually going to let Draco fuck him. He wanted Draco to. Draco pressed forward, pushing into him. The sensation was so foreign to Ron. It wasn't painful, he thought it would be, but it didn't hurt at all. Once Draco was fully inside him, it actually felt quite good. When Draco started pumping, it felt amazing. Draco looked down at him, with the most hungry expression. Like he'd been wanting Ron for years, and was finally claiming his conquest. For all Ron knew, that's exactly what Draco had been thinking, and he didn't care. Let Draco claim him, let Draco fuck him, let him mark him as his for all the world to see. Ron didn't care. Draco was thrusting inside him at full force, and Ron was crying out with abandon. His vision had gone dark, save for the stars that flashed across his eyes. His insides were on fire, set ablaze by Malfoy's cock. Draco was pounding him into the mattress, making beastly, almost frightening growls. For a moment, he actually did sound like his dragon namesake.
Draco fucked Ron, long and hard. Fucked him until it almost hurt. Fucked him until Ron couldn't take it anymore, until his throat was raw from screaming. He'd fucked Ron's orgasm right out of him, before following suit with his own. Ron thought to himself that Astoria Malfoy was either the luckiest witch alive, or the dumbest if Draco needed to look elsewhere for someone he could fuck like that. Ron fell asleep on Malfoy's bed. Lucky for Hugo, Hermione did in fact come home at her regular time that evening. Lucky for Ron, she was already asleep when he arrived.