Ahaha...what?
Yes, I wrote a friggin' sequel, and this is no doubt the dirtiest thing I have ever posted...Sorry...
I was never planning on writing a second chapter, but this just kind of formed in my head when I was walking back from Starbucks so I wrote it down and ended up thinking it was good enough to post...hope you feel the same!
WARNING: Draco getting one step closer...and then...
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"Draco, please," Ron whined, looking down at the blonde between his legs, "Don't do that, it's so embarrassing!"
"Ron," Draco looked up, frowning, "If I don't do it I might hurt you, and hopefully you won't be so scared. Several people actually enjoy this, you know," He continued his ministrations, struggling to find the spot that would make Ron forget about the awkwardness of the situation.
"How could anyone enjoy someone else wriggling fingers in their ass?" Ron asked, frustrated.
"You'll find out soon enough..." Draco looked up and grinned devilishly, "The way I did it yesterday wasn't very sufficient, but I could try again. You seemed to enjoy it..." He raised a brow suggestively.
Ron flushed scarlet, "No, please, that was even worse."
"Oh come on, Red, everyone likes a good rimming," Draco smirked, inserting another finger.
Ron looked away, "You're so embarrassing, Draco, honestly...Oohh!" Ron's back arched reflexively as Draco's fingers brushed successfully against his prostate.
Draco's grin deepened, "You like that?"
"It...tickles! Please, stop!"
"Are you sure 'tickles' is the right word?" Draco asked, Ron's jolt of arousal making the lie even more obvious as he stroked it again.
Ron panted, "Y-yes. P-please, Draco...If you continue, I-I'm going to..."
Draco smirked and gave a final stroke, and with his free hand, pulled one finger up Ron's obvious erection at the same time.
"Oh!" Ron said, arching his back even more, and then...
"Damn," Draco growled, looking up at the blushing Gryffindor, "I guess you did warn me."
Ron's eyes widened in embarrassment, "D-Draco, I'm so sorry, I couldn't..."
Draco sighed, "It's okay. I just wish my face had been out of the way," as he said this he pulled up the bed sheet and wiped the sticky substance away. Then he leered at his blushing lover, "Luckily, you're easily excited, so we can try again."
Ron slumped backwards, yawning, "Mhm. But I'm so tired."
"Oh no you don't. I'm still 'up and running' here. You can't fall asleep on a man in this condition, Weasley, it's very bad form."
Ron replied with a snore and Draco let out a scream of frustration, kicking the bedpost.
By gods, he was going to screw Weasley some day if it killed him.
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I think it's rather cute. Poor Draco. All he wants is a shag.
