"What about your father?"
"Don't mention him."
"But-"
"Don't."
Harry did express some reluctance to spending all of his holiday sleeping time on a transfigured couch.
"I mean, you can't stay up there all the time!"
"Harry, Harry, Harry."
Draco gave him a lofty smirk.
"I have a stockpile of chocolate. I have a willing Ron. Think of the possibilities!"
"Bleurgh. I'd rather not, thanks."
"Oh. One thing. Can we borrow your cauldron? I noticed that it's clean."
"What for?"
"Ron's is coated with dried salamander residue. Mine is in the dungeons. We need to melt the chocolate in something."
"What for?!"
"I thought you didn't want to think of the possibilities?"
"Oh bleeeeuuurgh!"
Ron and Harry were playing chess. Draco waltzed in the Common Room, arms laden with some books from the library for his holiday homework.
"Mmm… I'm not in the mood for this. Ron… let's go and have sex in the shower."
He dropped the books on a table. Harry was biting his lip and Ron was blushing.
"Draco! Harry's here."
"Oh?"
Draco turned around.
"Oh. Then… you can just scrub my back," Draco winked. "I'll be waiting."
He strode off, dropping his robe before he disappeared through the door.
"Umm…"
Harry sighed.
"Go on. I'm losing anyway. I'll be in the library."
"Okay."
Ron took off in a run.
"Please. Please…"
"Hold still!"
"Aaah… Come on, please! Just…"
Draco shook his head as he gradually worked his way down on Ron, his hips moving in a slow parody of the rumba.
"No. You are going to hold still until I say otherwise."
"Come on! You can't be standing this!"
Draco grinned.
"I can if I can watch you like this."
Ron thrust upwards, only to have Draco rise on his knees, withdrawing. Ron whined.
"Put it in!"
"You hold still and I will!"
"I'll die before then!"
Draco pushed Ron's pelvis down back into the bed. Ron quivered as Draco began his agonizingly slow descent again. Draco smirked when he had Ron halfway in. He then sank down abruptly.
"Yes!" Ron howled.
"Going to miss this," Ron was moving slowly, oh slowly.
Draco was kissing all over Ron's face, small dry pecks.
"Going to miss you," Draco replied. "Love you."
He couldn't say any more as an orgasm seized his nerves and shook him silly. He barely responded at first as Ron took his mouth into a wet and sloppy kiss. The best sort, in Draco's opinion. Ron began moving faster; satisfied that Draco had finished. Draco buried his head at the juncture of Ron's shoulder and neck, breathing in Ron's titillating aroma.
"You're doing it again," Ron muttered.
"Mmm… Ron smell. Good Ron smell."
Draco moved his hands over Ron's shoulders, smoothed and pressed the hollow just before the swell of his buttocks and then over them, gripping them, pushing Ron deeper into him. Draco let out an extra strong puff of his pheromone cloud and watched in satisfaction as Ron's orgasm prolonged and intensified.
"Ooohh. Yeah. Going to really miss this…"
His arms gave out. Draco tightened his arms around Ron's shoulders and cooed.
"Love you," Ron whispered.
Ron's eyes closed and he collapsed into oblivion.
Draco stretched. He pulled back the covers and crawled down until he was level with Ron's crotch. He ducked his head and gently nudged Ron's penis with his tongue and lips. He tongued and nibbled just enough to know that Ron was ready for another round. He let go and moved until he was straddling Ron. He began tickling.
"Aah! Draco!"
Draco leered charmingly and continued tormenting Ron. Ron lunged forward and caught Draco's wrists. They twisted and writhed, Ron laughing and yelling. Draco managed to angle his elbows and dug them into Ron's sides. He howled and flipped Draco over, pinning him down. He glared.
"If you don't stop, you know what I'll do?"
Draco stilled, worried.
"What?"
"I'll do you so hard you won't move ever again!"
"Ooooh. Is that a promise?"
Hermione spent more time watching the boys than concentrating on the dinner. She knew that something would have happened during her absence, but what, she was not precisely sure. Harry had a faintly indulgent expression on his face. Ron was, simply put, in a state of blissful cheer. She glanced at the Slytherin table. Draco was wearing the Mona Lisa smile. And that could only mean one thing.
"What have they…"
"Sex. Sleep. Sex. Sleep. In short, slex," Harry cracked.
Well.
"I'm happy for you, Ron."
Ron nodded and grinned.
"Thanks."
Upon closer observation, it was obvious. Draco was always a cool and collected person, up to his chin in propriety. Today, he was loose in the hips, loose in the lips. Just too languid to have not done something strenuous and disgustingly debauched. And Ron, Ron was just a bit amazed by something ineffable, he was grinning too much for somebody about to go back to the routine of school and he was continuously catching Draco's eye. Hermione worried that others would find out, but thankfully, Draco nipped the problem in the bud by bestowing a spectacular sneer at Ron's direction. The effect was slightly ruined by the wink that Ron sent him in return.
The next couple of weeks were an exercise in patience for the both of them. Draco found inordinate amounts of delight dousing Ron with his pheromones and watching him quiver with barely repressed desire. It was doubly dangerous because this happened most often during Potions and Ron's expression of dire consequences was just too arousing in of itself. Draco reveled in his power over Ron. He didn't expect Ron to get his own form of revenge.
Of course he wasn't going to just let Draco yank his chain. He took to waylaying Draco between classes, pulling him behind tapestries. A heated kiss, and a quick pinch and twist to his nipples and then Ron would run to the next class, out of reach from Draco who was left excited and frustrated for hours. Ron laughed to himself. Serves Draco right. It turned out that Draco had incredibly sensitive nipples. Ron would slowly lick one until it hardened and then move on to the other, back and forth, while Draco cooed and weakly told him that he'd kill him if he didn't move on to more pertinent body parts. He also loved it when his nipples were treated to a gentle scratching with Ron's fingernails. Ron felt justifiably smug over the fact that only he knew for sure Draco's weak spots. Of course, Draco wasn't about to let Ron yank his chain.
TBC