"I mean," Draco murmured, lips brushing the shell of Weasley's ear, "If you truly hated me, you wouldn't be hard right now."

With that final sultry whisper the blond rolled his hips up, pressing his leg further between Ron's thighs, a slight smirk on his lips.

"That's not my ... nn ... fault you ... dickhead ..."

The Slytherin bit gently onto the redhead's neck, his hips continuously rocking as he sucked on the skin there, marking it. The Seeker's left hand tightened, pulling the other prefect closer and aligning their bodies. Small starbursts of pleasure exploded across Draco's body as he pressed them together, releasing the redhead's throat and catching his mouth forcefully, sliding his tongue inside.

Ron's mind was hazy ... and ... was that? ... yep Malfoy had his tongue in his mouth again. The Keeper's blush flared up again as Draco squeezed his backside and pulled him closer ... and he remembered his kissing lesson. It wasn't really all that difficult. You just sort of ... he moved his lips against the blond's, then froze and flushed right down to his freckled shoulders, managing to break the kiss and hide in the crook of Draco's neck, defeated and breathless.

The Slytherin let out a slight groan and pressed forward when he felt the redhead kissing back, only to be disappointed when Ron broke it off seconds later. Awkwardly, Draco slid his wand back into his holster and dropped the holster to the floor, pushing it towards a corner with one foot.

The blond stroked the fiery hair of the Gryffindor currently hiding in his neck, his hips still moving gently. The poor red-faced boy relaxed a little as the other petted him. The gentleness shocked him, as he was used to being assaulted by a rather violent little bastard. Draco bent down and lapped at the flesh where Ron's neck became a shoulder, the skin now a deep claret.

Still holding the back of Weasley's neck with his right hand, Draco drew his left hand back around to the front, circling his fingers lazily around the redhead's navel and tugging a little on the boy's treasure trail before sliding surely south. Weasley let out a sigh as the pale fingers tickled below his belly button. The deep inhalation that followed filled his nostrils up with the clean, lightly scented, snooty fragrance of Draco Malfoy ... Ron's brain wasn't working properly. He'd never particularly enjoyed what another guy had smelled like before.

After a moments struggle, and fighting the rising anticipation in his body, Draco wrestled open Ron's trousers and pressed his hand down over the Keepers erection. The blond panted open mouthed, his fingers slipping themselves around the boys cock, absorbing heat even through the material of Weasley's boxers (some small, coherent part of Draco's mind wondered if they were maroon). The Gryffindor yelped and tried to jump away as a hand cupped him through his mercifully, very un-maroon, Chudley Cannons boxer shorts. He hit his spine against the back of the closet, and was tugged into another brain-meltingly hot kiss

Malfoy groaned into the others mouth as his hand desperately touched and rubbed. Ron found that gasping, groaning and wriggling did very little to stop the sensation of having his erection fondled feeling good. Something was wrong with him. Draco's hand continued to play with the redhead's cock, finally moving back up and then diving down beneath the waistband of Ron's boxers. Weasley realised that Malfoy had slid into his underwear and he moaned into Draco's mouth as Draco moaned into his.

Flesh. Glorious, heated, hard flesh. The blond groaned, his mind blank. He knew he couldn't speak now if he tried. He attempted to breathe through the pounding in his ears and the sensation of his blood rushing straight for his cock. Slowly, Draco resumed the kiss, trying to keep it gentle as he stroked his fingers down Ron's shaft. The Keeper whimpered vulnerably. What Malfoy was doing to him was maddening enough to send his hips pressing into the blond's hand.

Draco let out a hiss of pleasure, satisfaction placing a slight smirk on his face as the redhead started moving his hips. Tightening his self-control, the Malfoy heir kept his touches teasingly light. His fingers skimmed over heated flesh, pressing down and stroking up, refusing to satisfy the other boy's captive Gryffindor writhed beneath the other's touch, his hips and shoulders twisting in protest

In comparison, the kiss was getting rougher, the Slytherin's right hand gripping copper hair as he pressed his mouth to Ron's lips in an act of demanding osculation. Ron felt his brain slowly but surely shutting down. The slight sting of having his hair pulled was there, but the rest was a fuzzy mixture of pleasure and fear.

The blond drew away, his breath harsh, eyes raking over Weasley's gorgeously flushed face, taking in the swollen lips and dazed eyes. Weasley stared back, equally as interested in Malfoy, with mussed hair and cute pink cheeks. The Keeper's mind reeled. CUTE? That wasn't the right word. Draco started kissing the boy's face, aiming for his freckles. The Seeker's mind was far too addled with hormones to realise that this action might be considered sweet.

"Shit" Ron breathed out.

Draco kissed his cheeks, sweetly.

"No ..." Ron murmured gently ... not sweetly ... it's not …

Usually icy features became slightly pinked, pale hair in disarray. Grey eyes heated up with lust. Slowly Draco wrapped his slender fingers around Ron's cock and started to move them. The Gryffindor gasped very vocally as the Seeker palmed him more firmly. The blond was dropping kisses over the Gryffindor's features; his nose, cheeks, eyebrows and then moving down to his neck and shoulders.

Malfoy drew breath heavily, and licked his heated lips. His gaze slid down to his captive's groin. The evil glint returned to those steely eyes, and he licked his lips again.

'I did decide to make it up to him' the blond thought, and it was really all the encouragement his over-heated, hormone-addled, lusty body needed for his next action.

Ron had his eyes closed. In a daze he was muttering. "Ah ... no ... no ..." softly over and over again. Breathing heavily, the Slytherin started to kiss and lick his way down the beautifully muscled torso, the fingers of his right hand trailing after. Draco could hear his own heartbeat thumping in his ears, urging him down. He paused, his tongue tracing the outline of Ron's faint six pack before sliding briefly into the boy's navel. Ron giggled when the Slytherin slid his tongue into his belly button and blushed immediately afterwards.

Although he would never admit it, Draco was nervous; giving head was not something he had experience in, and he did not want to mess up. Calming himself with slow breaths, the blond stroked his hands over the Gryffindor's hips, gripping onto his trousers and boxers, pulling them down redhead froze when he felt cool air hit his now bare pelvis. Momentarily forgetting he was tied up he struggled a little, bending his knees inwards in self-defence. He only discovered that he was worse off than before as now his ankles were being rendered immobile by his own trousers. The copper-haired prefect noticed Draco on his knees and gulped.

"Dr – Draco?"

The Slytherin groaned, acting on instinct before his mind could interfere. He reached up, his left hand cupping Weasley's balls as he leant over and blew air across the head of Ron's hard and throbbing penis. The incarcerated boy shivered, drawing in air sharply as the Seeker fondled him between his legs and cool air washed over the heated flesh there.

Wasting no more time, and also trying to get over his nervousness (not a feeling the Malfoy was well acquainted with), Draco licked the tip and then pressed his lips to it, sucking the head into his mouth.

"Draco what are you doing!"

Ron gasped in a panicked voice as the blond licked his erection. Malfoy could taste the other boy's pre-come, and was surprised to find that he nearly liked it. It was at least tolerable. Experimentally, Draco pushed down, taking more of Ron into his mouth and sliding his tongue along the underside. Weasley watched transfixed and horrified as it disappeared into his hot mouth.

"A – aah! Ah NO! Don't that's - "

It was too much for Ron, wet and warm. His body trembled, his breathing was uneven and interspersed with gasps.

"Dirty! – Stop! That's dirty – Ah!"

The Weasley tried to scold him but his mind was spinning with pleasure. Oh god his tongue ... what the hell is he doing with his tongue!

"Fuck ..."

He had said the last word of his thoughts out loud. The fingers of Draco's right hand tightened on the redhead's hips, his own erection straining against his tailor-made trousers. If Draco hadn't been holding onto Ron's hips he would have been involuntarily thrusting into the blond's blond tried bobbing up and down, sucking his cheeks in. The Gryffindor was gone, wantonly twisting panting and moaning, while pulling at his wrists.

Malfoy could hear Ron's incoherent babblings and moanings, each one sending shots of pleasure down his spine. Unthinkingly, the blond groaned loudly around the heated flesh filling his mouth.

Weasley tried biting his bottom lip to quell some of the ridiculous sounds coming out of his mouth. But then the Slytherin would do something blasphemous with his tongue and he would cry out against his will. The redhead was very new to this sort of attention and the tightening in his abdomen told that he wasn't going to last long.

Malfoy released Ron's cock, making a slightly obscene 'pop' noise as it left his mouth. The flushed and dazed Gryffindor whimpered in protest as the Slytherin's lips left his genitals wanting for more. Ron wanted to finish so bad by this point, he had no trouble admitting that he wanted Draco to continue that obscenely wonderful thing he was doing with his mouth.

The blond licked his way down to the base, his left hand still cupping and fondling the redhead's balls. Draco flicked his tongue over the Gryffindor's testicles, nibbling around them nearly naked boy closed his eyes and leant his head against the wall as Malfoy toyed with his scrotum. Shuddering, he inhaled slowly and deeply.

"Aahn ..."

He'd never even considered touching himself there before.

The Slytherin's mouth felt unpleasantly empty, so the he proceeded to lick his way back up to the head. Malfoy swirled his tongue around the top before sucking as much of Ron's cock into his mouth as he could manage without gagging. The redhead choked back a cry as the blond prefect took him into his mouth again. Slowly, the kneeling boy slid back up until only the very tip of Ron's penis was left in his mouth.

Unable to ignore his own arousal any longer, the blond's left hand moved away from the prefect's genitals and down to his own erection. Somehow Draco managed to undo his own trousers and slide his hand inside, moaning and panting around Ron's penis, his tongue rubbing against the salty flesh as he pleasured himself. Ron experienced Malfoy's low groans as pleasant vibrations along his penis and his spine.

As the blond listened to the Gryffindor panting and moaning above him, he could feel lust and need building up inside himself. He was hard, so very hard, and it would be shamefully easy to come at that moment; on his knees with Ron's cock in his mouth.

But Draco knew he wanted more, that he wanted to be inside the other boy, fucking him and making him scream. And he would be damned if he didn't get what he wanted!

Slowly, Malfoy drew his lips away from the swollen penis. Ronald whimpered as Draco drew away, yet again leaving him squirming in his arousal. Malfoy, having stopped touching himself, slid two of his fingers into his mouth. The blond spent a moment licking them thoroughly, his right hand gripping onto the redhead's hip hard enough to bruise. Opening his eyes curiously, the redhead glanced down to where the other young man was pulling his fingers out of his mouth.

Weasley's hip ached where Draco was gripping it and the force was consequently pinning him to the wall. The rather inhibited prefect despaired, again all he could do to protest was wriggle ... or scream ... but Ronald Weasley felt he was too gallant and masculine for such things. Again Ron despaired as he realised he'd been obviously enjoying the attention Malfoy had been giving him. 'Oh god ... I am a masochist ...'

Shifting on the floor (his knees were starting to ache), Draco started to circle his saliva-slicked fingers around Ron's entrance, pressing firmly against tight flesh. He teased the Keeper's penis with light licks and almost nibbling, abruptly running his tongue from the base up to the tip whilst sliding one finger squeaked (a very manly squeak mind you) when warm slick fingers began to slide between the cheeks of his rear end.

Squirming and clenching his butt cheeks was about all he could bloody do. Startled as he was by the action, and what he was sure would follow, the taller boy's breathing rate increased. Draco chuckled lightly at the redhead's protests, and continued to tease him with light licks and touches, his tongue swiping across the tip, then gently kissing Ron's thighs.

The Keeper gaped and gasped loudly as the other prefect teased his painfully twitching dick at the same time. The hard cylindrical portion of heated flesh relished the teasingly light attention. His sphincter gave and for the second time Draco Malfoy had his slim white finger inside him.

"Ah! No don't!" was all the dialogue the flushed boy managed to get out.

Slowly the blond began moving his finger inside the other boy, the tight heat making him pant with desire. One, member of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, Ronald Billius Weasley was biting his lower lip and writhing in a broom cupboard. Except ... as Ron discovered very quickly, fidgeting is a very bad idea when Draco Malfoy has his finger up your arse. Gently the Slytherin started to press a second finger inside the redhead, stroking his tongue across the Gryffindor's scrotum as he did so.

"Oh shit ... haaah ..." Ron whimpered as a second digit entered him, stretching him.

For a few moments, Malfoy moved neither of his fingers, allowing Ron to adjust. He contented himself by licking and nibbling the boy's cock, balls and thigh, eventually making a lovebite on the inside of the leg. What the attractive Seeker was doing with his lips and tongue was distracting the redhead from the slight pain of being penetrated and opened up for only the second time.

Heat pooled in Draco's stomach, curling in his abdomen and weaving down through his cock. However, he had somehow regained a little control and his desire was now tempered with conscious thought and a need to possess and control. Ron felt as if his entire body was blushing, shameful and embarrassed at the whole intimate contact.

Deliberately, his tongue still teasing Ron's heated prick, the blond started moving his fingers, gently pressing them in and out of the redhead's gorgeously tight body.

Mewls of pleasure slipped from the copper-haired teenager's lips as the steely-eyed prefect's fingers pressed into the little bundle of nerves inside of him. His cheeks burned, and his legs trembled.

"Stop p-playing with m-me" he stuttered suddenly shy.

Slowly, Draco started licking and nibbling his way up Ron's body, teasing Weasley's hardened nipples, his fingers still buried inside him. The blond sucked briefly on one of the nubs before tonguing his way up to the redhead's previously abused neck. The youngest male Weasley had to bite his lip again as Malfoy toyed with him.

Purposefully, Draco sped up the movement of his fingers slightly, their bodies melded together closely. Everything this guy did made Ron feel so dirty, like he was doing something naughty. He knew gay sex was nothing to scoff at, it was more the whole Draco Malfoy thing that bothered him.

This blond manipulative son-of-a- "Ahh" –death eater sexy jerk. It was a bit late to deny it; Draco just oozed sensuality and it must have been rubbing off on him.

Malfoy asked coyly:

"Well, what do you want me to do with you?"

The Slytherin's words hit him like a punch in the face. The frazzled redhead froze, azure irises shone with confusion. What did he want? The obvious answer should have been to 'Fuck off' but did he really want him to stop? Was he being honest? Did it really bloody matter anyway!

"Umm .. un-untie me?"

he tried hopelessly, though he wasn't sure what he would do if Draco did. The Slytherin chuckled, his breath disturbing Ron's copper hair. Slowly, painfully slowly, he pressed his fingers deeper inside, panting at the sensation of heat surrounding his extremities.

"What are you planning on doing if I actually agree to untie you?"

The blond asked as he slid his fingers back out, only to thrust them in again, his tongue trailing the shell of Ron's ear. The freckled (apparent) masochist gasped and tossed in a slight panic, feeling pressured to respond.

"I – I – NNgh! I don't know!"

"So what would be the point?"

Draco questioned, his fingers now building a tortuously slow and deep rhythm. He released Ron's hip, letting his right hand skim over the straining body before him, long fingertips gliding over sweaty muscles.

Weasley's head was spinning, trying to think coherently and ignore what the perverted bastard was doing, and blond revelled in the sight of Ron's gloriously dishevelled body, the boys lips parted and panting face flushed, erect penis practically begging for attention, his nipples obscenely hardened and pinked. Draco licked his lips, grinning slightly.

In a moment of insanity, the redhead looked into Draco's eyes, and regretted it. For he could see ever so clearly what the other boy wanted from him. The floor suddenly became very interesting.

"What do you want me to say?" The restrained Keeper mumbled, wondering if this was the right thing to be asking.