Ron feels Malfoy clench around him as he slides back in.
Draco feels the cool of the ancient wall against his belly as he's pressed up to it, the heat of Ron's groin against his backside.
Don't beg for it.
Draco moans as Weasley slips in again, pushing his walls and muscles apart, savoring every pleasurable inch as he digs deeper into Draco.
Ron speeds up, holding the hem of Malfoy's robes up, the metal of their belted pants around their ankles squeaking against the floor with each thrust.
Draco's hands, spread over the wall, try to clench the unyielding stone as he reaches his climax.
Ron dives, thrusting so deep he feels his tip collide with Draco's g-spot.
Draco gasps at the motion, his whole being trembling as it triggers his orgasm. Waves of pure ecstasy explode through him as though Ron's tip is a wand filling his body with an electrifying charm.
Ron grunts as Draco goes taught around his thrusts, coaxing every ounce of him to unload within Malfoy.
Tell anyone and I'll tell your precious Potter.
Tell Harry and I'll tell everyone.
Ron slips out, dropping Malfoy's robe and leaving him suddenly breathless at the absence. They pull up their pants and underwear, straightening their ties.
We shouldn't anymore.
That's what you said last time.
They part.