Title: Vivica, Chapter Nineteen
Author: frk-werewolf
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rating: R
Summary: Changes are in the air and Draco discovers something about himself that will change everything he knows.
Warning: This chapter contains non-explicit male/male sex. I'm making this as graphic as possible without breaking the rating. And also note: I'm a devoted Dom!Ron, and I think that speaks for itself.
Chapter Nineteen
Ron slowly sat down on Draco's bed. No, it was his too know. Though Dumbledore had chuckled heartedly and created another bed in the room, Ron knew not to get his hopes up. There was no way Draco would let him sleep in it. For a moment, Ron swore to get Dumbledore back for being so agreeable.
Then Draco Malfoy stepped in front him with a look of pure hunger and desperation on his face. Ron gulped and bit his lower lip, unsure of what to do. He knew about sex, sure. What respectable teenage wizard did not keep an abused copy of PlayWitch under his bed? Or in Ron's case, PlayWizard? It was the fact that Ron had never gone past kissing that made him nervous. This was Malfoy after all. Draco had an uncanny ability to expect the best of everything.
Ron felt something touching his foot. Looking down, he was shocked to find that in all his mental tirade he had missed a few things. Draco had removed his robes, leaving only a pair of slacks and white, button-down shirt. Even his shoes were taken off. And now the blonde Slytherin was kneeling before him and removing his shoes. Draco worked quickly, yet gently as he pulled the shoe off Ron's foot. Ron hoped, for a split second, that he remembered to change his socks.
"If you don't want to do this, it's okay." Draco suddenly said, standing up. "I'd be happy with simply cuddling... And I can't believe I actually said that."
"Neither can I." Ron chuckled. "Your lying anyway. I can see it in your eyes."
"Oh?" Draco leered. Ron couldn't help but blush.
"Well, it's rather obvious." Ron replied. "Admit it. You want my body."
"Don't be crude."
"Oh, now I'm being crude?" Ron laughed. "Come off it, Malfoy."
"Draco." The blonde frowned. "Can't you at least call me Draco while we are here?"
"I call you Draco." Ron mumbled, slightly flustered. "I'm just so used to... Well... You still call me Weasley."
"Sorry." Draco said softly, which took Ron completely off guard. He watched as Draco flushed slightly and sat down next to him. "This is pathetic. You have no idea how wrong me behaving like this is."
"Why?"
"My Veela is screaming to take you, you know." Draco told him slowly. "But... Bloody hell, I'm nervous okay? Contrary to what a lot people might think, I'm not a slut. I'm a... vir... vir-v..."
"Virgin?" Ron asked, smiling.
"Well... Yeah." Draco sighed. "I don't even know what to do here. Just what I've read about in Veela books. Frankly, I never really thought about it before."
"Draco?" Ron waited until Draco looked up at him. "I'm a virgin, too. We'll just take this one step at a time, okay?"
"Right." Draco replied. Ron once again saw that flash of pure lust appear in his eyes, but Draco seemed to hold himself back. Ron knew that the part-Veela was controlling his instincts more, but he had a feeling that had nothing to do with it. Ron honestly believed that Draco never expected things to work out so easily. Ron was surprised as well, but after being friends with Harry Potter he had learned to get over shock quickly.
Slightly surprised by his own confidence, Ron leaned over and placed his palm against Draco's pale cheek. Slowly, he pressed his lips against Draco's in a chaste kissed. It seemed to ignite the pure animal within Draco. With a growl, Draco had Ron pinned to the bed, straddling his waist. Ron wrapped his arms around Draco's body, pulling the smaller boy down to him.
The growl in Draco's voice morphed into a low noise that Ron could not identify. It was deeper than Draco's usual coo, but not as aggressive as the growl. Smiling into the kiss, Ron worked to pull Draco's shirt out his pants.
They took their time undressing. Both licking and kissing each section of skin that was revealed. Until finally they both were laying in the bed, naked, and lips touching gently. Draco pulled back, letting his hand travel across Ron's freckled chest. With a face that for once showed pure emotion, Draco followed his hand with his gray eyes, as though mapping out Ron's body. Shockingly, Ron isn't at all embarrassed by his obvious exploration. Draco mused that with so many siblings, you learn to live without modesty.
There are three large moles, in a row, on the inside of Ron's thigh. Not looking up for approval, Draco slide down the bed until he's kneeling between Ron's leg. Draco gently nudged Ron's legs apart, before dipping down and licking the moles. Ron let out a low moan and Draco can't help but grin. Biting down on the sensitive flesh of his thigh, Draco marveled at the noises Ron is making. Slowly, he nipped up the thigh, before turning to the other side and sucking gently.
"Draco." Ron groaned out, his erection poking Draco in the shoulder as he licked at that dip of flesh, connecting the leg to the hip. Draco hummed in response, concentrating on the pure taste of his mate.
Ron's scent was that of nutmeg and cloves, of earth and musk. His taste was like an explosion of spices and under it all a flavor that was simply Ron. Draco felt content to simply lick away every trace of Ron's skin, to sink his senses into it. But the evidence of their simple touching was becoming erotically painful. So Draco allowed Ron to pull him up for a passionate kiss.
Their tongues danced, and for a moment Draco realized how clichéd that was, but it was true. Their tongues seemed to twirl and rotate in a perfect dance, bringing them both just a little closer than usual. Because for that moment they were connected, lips brushing and bruising. And Draco wanted nothing more than to be connected in another way.
The thrust came unexpected. Draco was so busy concentrating on the feel of Ron below him, of his lips pressed against his own. Then suddenly pleasure arched up his spine as Ron thrust his hips up against his own. A low groan escaped his throat and, unconsciously, he attached his mouth to Ron's neck. Ron let out a gasp, but did not push the Slytherin away when he felt the teeth sink into his skin. Only hard enough to lightly break the skin. Draco pulled back, panting and pressing his erection hard against Ron's own.
Rolling them over, Ron took control of the blissful friction that was literally making Draco's face blush red. Draco gripped his shoulders, digging his perfect fingernails into his flesh. Their eyes connected and Ron slowed down their movement, struggling to hear the words he knew were coming out of Draco's mouth.
"Ron. Ron."
"What is it?" Ron asked, his voice sounding too thick to be his own.
"I need... Oh man, I need..." Draco trailed off, his face burning brighter as he body arched upward to touch more of Ron's.
"Tell me what you need. I want to hear you say it." Ron told him. Draco closed his eyes, feeling Ron's hand travel down his side until it resting on his thigh.
"Connect." Draco breathed out. "I need to connect with you. I need to feel you, all of you. Ron... I need you in me."
Draco gasped when Ron's lips pressed harshly against his own with a sense of passion that surpassed everything they had done thus far. Ron's hand was lifting his legs, as the redhead began to kiss his way down Draco's chest. His nipples were pinch, his belly button tortured by a smooth tongue, and finally his erection surrounded by pure heat.
At the time, Draco thought of it as torture. The slow sucking, the careful stretching. He wanted Ron inside him as quick as possible, he needed to feel complete. But Ron would have none of it. The Gryffindor showed a patience that was completely out of his house's character. It took forever in Draco's mind. Pure bliss, though it was, it took forever.
When Ron finally entered him, Draco was ready to burst. He nearly begged for Ron too move faster, but the redhead kept his slow pace. Pleasure shot up Draco spine, and finally Ron picked u his thrusts. It was too much for Draco to handle, he had needed it so much. Grabbing Ron's shoulder, he yanked the redhead down with a growl.
"Mine." He practically screamed, before biting down once more on Ron's neck, muffling his cries of release. Ron followed shortly, not bothering to lower his voice as he screamed out Draco's name. Panting, Ron collapsed onto Draco before slipping to the side. Wrapping his arms around the sweaty Slytherin, Ron sighed.
"Yours." He whispered. Ron chuckled when he heard Draco begin to coo, before slowly falling asleep.