Chapter 8
Way too spent to talk, Ron simply collapsed on top of his new lover and kissed the flesh surrounding a craned neck's radius. Draco gathered the energy to push the redhead off of him, inhaled sharply to breathe and sighed loudly, sounding very satisfied. Ron wrapped his wiry frame around Draco's, intertwining the two and lazily nuzzled into his neck and laughed, "Yeah."
Draco couldn't suppress the laughter as well and not before long the both ended up giggling like the little schoolgirls they were.
After a comfortable silence fell upon them for a while Ron mumbled, "What time," into Draco's neck.
Draco looked over at the clock to see that they had stayed a half an hour longer than they needed to. "Time to go," he replied, untangling himself from the other.
Ron groggily looked up at the clock, immediately cold from the lack of body heat and groaned, sitting up. Draco was heading over to the lamp where his jeans were. "How the fuck did they end up all the way up here," he thought to himself.
"By the way, what is that chair for Malfoy?" Ron asked, nodding to one, his hands busy tying his shoes.
"Which one?" Draco replied, sticking his head out from his shirt.
Ron pointed to the wooden wavy chair. "Oh," Draco laughed. "They invented it for gay sex...they must of because it's just incredible on that."
Ron looked at Draco and smirked. "Really? Might have to try that next time," he said trying to fix his hair before putting his shirt on.
Draco, now fully dressed, headed over to the ladder. "Now what did I tell you about those idiotic thoughts around me, Weasley?" Draco teased as he leaned in for another kiss.
Ron smiled as he watched Draco climb up the ladder and decided he should get in trouble more. A lot more.
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Cassie x