Draco watched, bemused as Ron poked about under the bed, checked the pillowcases and began shaking out the comforter.
"Fred and George probably did something."
"How stupid of them if they did."
Draco began unfastening his robe.
"If Molly doesn't punish them, I would. And it would be terribly, horribly excruciating. I fully deserve uninterrupted time with you."
Ron stepped up to Draco and pushed Draco's hands away from his shirt buttons. He undid them, delighting in the subtle differences between the white of the shirt and the pallor of Draco's skin. He trailed his palm over Draco's collarbone and onto Draco's sternum, fingers softly moving. Draco sighed and his eyelids fluttered, and Ron could feel his heart beating. Worries of Fred and George's probable mischief faded; there was only Draco and the sensual feast that he embodied with every breath and gesture. He began kissing Draco's shoulders and neck, pushing the shirt off. Draco tugged him closer, working on Ron's robe. Draco's belt buckle clinked and there was a hiss of leather against cloth, then another clink as it hit the floor. A rustle, and Ron's pants followed. Ron pushed Draco onto the bed and knelt, undoing the laces of Draco's shoes. Done, his hands slid up Draco's thighs, framing the fly at last.
Draco smiled as Ron slipped out of his boxers.
"Ah, look at you…"
The obviously satisfied look on Draco's face still made Ron blush. He fell back into the bed, and Draco clambered over his knees, kneeling there and looking at Ron as Ron looked back at him.
"It's just wonderful. Such a far cry from-"
Draco turned his head.
"What?"
Draco looked at him sideways.
"It's nothing. Silly, actually."
"I want to hear it."
"Well."
Draco settled between Ron's spread knees, reaching out to lazily massage the junction of Ron's legs and torso.
"Before this… When I saw your shadow on the wall in the hallways, I'd wait and kiss it. I'd kiss your shadow because I couldn't kiss you."
Draco's cheeks pinked.
"It's such silly, sentimental mush."
Ron smiled and shrugged.
"I don't know. I'm glad you told me."
Ron stretched, knowing how Draco loved watching him. Draco's fingers began lightly tracing muscles, tickling slightly, making him twitch. Draco nuzzled Ron's erection with his cheek.
"I've missed this," he murmured.
Draco's thumb was slowly massaging the center wrinkle of Ron's scrotum.
"Aaahh…"
He nuzzled some more, lips barely brushing the tip. His fingers wrapped around the base, steadying as he began to seriously fellate, varying the rhythms of his tongue and his thumbs going underneath to massage the tender spot of skin beneath the scrotum.
"…Ohhh…"
Draco cooed, pleased at Ron's sex flush. Draco's fingers tightened gradually as Ron edged closer and closer to the inevitable brink. Draco slowed, a steady suckle that drove Ron crazy with pleasure. Ron loved this best, the leisurely fondling that completely dissolved his nerves to the ebb of a low tide. Draco's tongue rasped against the vein of the underside, feeling Ron's pulse. And then, Draco's throat distended and took the whole length in one vigorous pulsing swallow and he came, his orgasm crashing through his body like a tsunami, Draco's pheromones giving him rippling echoes of pleasure after the first wave.
They lay still for short while, Draco's head resting on Ron's lap and Ron combing his fingers through his hair. Ron stirred and Draco crawled up to him and they kissed, slowly. Just so much pressure increasing on the lips and tongue, and soon Draco was arching against Ron, soft coos and endearments. But Ron knew not to listen. He used his greater strength to perfect advantage, his hands kneading Draco's buttocks while keeping Draco from satisfying himself by pining him on his side. He stroked only there, each hand squeezing and scratching just hard enough, his palms molded around the firmness there, and Draco shuddered. He kissed and nipped any where his mouth could reach, listening to Draco's breathing hitch. Ron shifted Draco's leg over his shoulder and began to lick, laving the soft skin of Draco's balls and then underneath, pressing tightly against his anus and then dipping in, kissing and sucking.
"Oh!... coooo… Beloved…cooo…"
He kept this up until Draco's struggles intensified despite himself, for Draco loved delay and teasing. Ron continued this exquisite premeditated neglect of Draco's sex, kissing and licking his way up, concentrating on his nipples. He bit down, hurting just enough, and soothing with his lips and tongue. They became rosy from the attention, perfect little pleasure targets on his chest.
"Cooo… yesss…"
Ron's fingers smoothed down Draco's stomach, tracing the bellybutton and lightly combing the soft, near invisible hairs leading to Draco's erection. The softest strokes through the pubic hair, not quite touching and augmented with Ron's warm breath made Draco clutch desperately at the sheets. His legs spread, and he choked out a muted demand. Ron smiled.
"You have such soft skin tonight," he murmured.
His hands moved over Draco's thighs and hips, away from the erection. Draco whined at the delay.
"The toiletries Mother sent… cooo… French milled… absolutely the finest…nearer, nearer, touch me!"
Ron's fingers clamped down on Draco's hips as he bent down and nipped at Draco's thighs.
"Ah!"
Hard, dry kisses, nearer, nearer, all around the penis, which twitched until Ron gave the last kiss to Draco's tip. Draco hissed and his hips strove against Ron's grip, his heels leveraging his legs further apart.
"Now. Now! I can't wait!"
"Bossy, bossy."
Ron's fingers were inside, moving in agonizingly tight cadence in and out, brushing against Draco's prostate.
Ron leant in and whispered.
"Want me?"
"Roooonnn!"
"You don't sound like you want it enough," Ron's mouth quirked devilishly.
"….aaaah…Ron- I need- no…"
Ron twisted his fingers.
"Please! Beloved! Please!"
And Ron finally obeyed, lowering himself over Draco. Draco squirmed, enjoying Ron's weight on him. He wanted Ron to touch as much of him as possible. Shivers came upon him, anticipatory quakes as Ron's hand made its way between them to shift Draco's scrotum out of the way. And Ron slipped in, easily and fully and Draco's undulations took on a frenetic quality. Ron guided Draco's legs up and wrapped them around his waist. And he clamped his hands tight, stilling Draco. He whined.
"Nah uh."
Their eyes locked, challenging each other. Ron made the smallest thrusts he could manage while Draco tightened around Ron. There was nothing but the sound of their breathing, in tandem and impatient. Draco worried his lip with his teeth as Ron continued to tease him.
"Now. Now! Hard! Give it to me!"
"Yes!"
Force. Draco made a hiccupping sound. Ron kissed him and his hips spurred forward again.
"Aaauugh! Yes! More!"
That was what Draco needed, power and vigor that made Draco drunk and he keened, drugged by the pheromones emanating from Ron's body. It was perfect and gloriously rough; at times he was nearly lifted bodily from the bed. This built in him such ecstasy, this complete loving from Ron's body, that when he came, he cried out, a half sob and half laugh, such was the joy that engulfed him.
It was a wonderful summer. They swam naked in the frog pond and caked mud on each other just because. The water was the color of iced tea and coolly inviting. Draco would sometimes stalk around the pond, kingly stork-like, and snapped at the frogs. Sometimes, Ron clasped Draco in the water and the moisture and warmth of their bodies would heat between them and Draco would succumb to Ron's caresses, allowing him to mount from behind, in the pond, where they might be caught.
They played footsie under the table during breakfasts. They gorged on Molly's homemade ice cream. Draco's massages became exclusively for foreplay. Degnoming the garden wasn't as much as a chore anymore, with Draco having a chance to exercise his wings, diving at them with claws outstretched and sending them squealing and cursing straight to Ron, too frightened to react when he suddenly flung them far over the far hedges. They played strip chess in Ron's room. They dribbled chocolate on each other and licked it off, slowly, eagerly. Draco built himself a nest in the oldest tree on the property where he and Ron whiled away hours staring at clouds and kissing. And surreptitiously, laying side by side, Ron could with the slightest shift of his hips take Draco, a slow and gentle rocking that mimicked the way the winds moved the tree boughs. Ron chased Draco using the Nimbus 2001 before dinner times to work up Draco's appetite, because Molly had never seen such a picky eater at her table before.
They dodged Fred and Georges's pranks and experiments, worked on Hogwarts homework together and corresponded with Hermione and Harry. Blaise owled, telling them that he was bedeviling Pansy with the cursed receipt he had given her for her invitation fee that gave her nightmares and delusions of being overweight. Her health was on a downward spiral, wasn't that grand? Arrivederci. Narcissa owled, to say that if Lucius so much as set foot in St. Ottery Catchpole, he'd wish he'd never been born, so enjoy yourselves. Harry owled to say that he was glad he had some left over wedding cake stowed in his room for the summer and how did they like his present of 1000 thread count sheets? Hermione owled to remind them to do their homework and to enjoy their wedding photo album. Oddly enough, their favorite shot was a muggle style still picture, of them slow dancing together with Ron's arm holding Draco close and Draco's fingers clutching Ron's hand.
"It won't change."
"Never."
They kissed.
"Good to know."
Finis
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