Rereading this story, I realize I made a slight error in the description from the last chapter. There actually is no birthday sex, but there is some celebratory we got rid of the kids for another school year sex. So theres that. Ron does pretty well working on his relationship with Draco as long as theres no temptation present, and everythings going smoothly. But when has anything ever gone smoothly for Ron? Also, I have no idea whether wizards have boats or not, but rich people do. So I gave Draco and Ron a boat. Hope you like this one.
Perspective
Ron woke an hour before Draco. After stretching out his kinks, he looked at the man sleeping beside him. Ron had to smile to himself. It should be illegal for anyone to be so handsome first thing in the morning. He ran his fingers through Dracos hair and down his cheek, careful not to wake him, before kicking off his sheets and heading to the bathroom.
After a long shower, Ron went downstairs to start on breakfast. Unlike Draco, he had not grown up with house elves waiting on him hand and foot, and he saw no reason to start once he got married. The house elves acted more as his assistants, helping him with whatever work he needed to do around the house, rather than doing it all for him. Ron was just flipping pancakes, when Scorpius and Hugo joined him. Morning guys. The boys sat down at the table, and Ron set down their food in front of them. I was thinking maybe we could go boating today. Would you guys like that? Both gave their enthusiastic approval.
Ron returned to his bedroom. Draco was still fast asleep. He kneeled down beside the bed. Draco was curled on his side, facing Ron. Ron touched Dracos cheek, before laying a gentle kiss on his lips. It was then that Dracos steely eyes slowly opened. Ron couldnt help but laugh to himself, picturing Draco as some kind of fairytale princess. Morning handsome. Draco, closed his eyes again, and curled himself under the bedcovers. What time is it? He grumbled. Ron stood, removing the covers from Draco. Its time for you to get up, and come have breakfast with your family. Draco groaned, up sat up in bed, throwing his legs over the edge. Ron sat behind him, rubbing Dracos shoulders. I told the boys we could go boating today. Draco groaned again. Do I get to sleep in on the boat? You Ron paused to kiss the back of Dracos neck. get to do whatever you like. He wrapped his arms around his husbands chest. Dracos hands rested on his. Ron held Dracos warm body close to his chest and added Just as long as you do it with us.
The previous day on the porch, when Draco had asked him what was wrong, Ron had lied and told him nothing. It wasnt until later he realized nothing had been wrong at all. Nothing except his own warped sense of perspective. He had visited Hermione once or twice more before she returned home with Alexi. Since then, he hadnt been able to get her out of his head, and it was driving him crazy. He couldnt focus on Draco, on anything, really. He couldnt face Draco, or even be around him, while thoughts of his first love floated in his head. But then Draco asked a question that demanded an answer, even if Ron only answered it to himself. And the answer was, nothing was wrong at all. Ron decided then and there to stop moping over some fantasy life that would never happen. He decided to stop trying to make himself fall in love with Draco, and just enjoy their relationship for what it was. He would dedicate that summer entirely to his family. He and Draco went on holiday with their children, and had romantic dinners with each other. They went out together just for the sake of it, and not because their presence was required anywhere. They had even arranged a family reunion of sorts. It was the first time Ron and all his surviving siblings had been gather in one place since Bills wedding, and Ron was surprised how well Draco had been received.
Rons new approach had worked wonders to change his out look on life. He felt himself growing closer to Draco every day. Time spent with his husband was no longer something he could work through, but something he enjoyed, looked forward to even. At summers end Ron and Draco saw their children off for their fifth and third year at Hogwarts. Draco had taken the week off from work so he could spend his first week alone with Ron, actually being alone with Ron.
As soon as they left Kings Cross, they apparated straight to their bedroom. Dracos hands were all over Ron. The other man was kissing him everywhere. And Ron for his part, needed those kisses, those touches. At that moment they seemed more vital to his survival than the air he breathed. Draco threw him down on the bed, before crawling on top of him. Dracos tongue snaked its way into Rons mouth. Ron had his hands in Dracos soft, silky hair, but Draco pulled away all to soon, to toss his clothes side. After stripping Ron bare as well, Draco kissed a path down Rons body, stopping at his growing penis. Dracos sucked Rons testes into his mouth, stroking his cock with one hand. It was not long before Ron felt the heat of Dracos mouth envelope his throbbing organ.
Ron arched his back, crying out in pure ecstasy as Draco enhaled him. The other man was even fingering him as he sucked his cock. Draco was a master at getting Rons body to respond exactly as he wanted it to. He knew just how to bring Ron just to the edge of orgasm, without pushing him over it. How to escalate Rons pleasure to its peak, then hold it there for as long as he wanted. He knew all of Rons hot zones, as well as how to stimulate them. Rons orgasm shot through him, and Draco drained him dry. When he was finished, he turned Ron over on his stomach, and plowed into him.
Ron was pretty well endowed himself. If his brothers were any indication, all the men in his family had been. But Draco was not far behind him. He was nearly eight inches in length, but exceeded even Ron in girth. Even after 15 years of being fucked by Draco on a fairly regular basis, there were times still when Ron felt like he was being taken for the first time. Draco knew his own body as well as he knew Rons, and knew how to work with what he had. Their sex life had been anything but boring, but with Rons new vigor added to the mix, it was absolute nirvana.
Draco came inside Ron. He shot off nearly 15 ropes of semen into his partner, and his erection did not wilt. He stopped coming, and fucked Ron a bit more, wringing the last few drops from his penis before it finally deflated. He then dropped at his red heads side. They slept for three hours straight. When they awoke they ate lunch together, feeding each other fresh fruit for desert, before returning to bed. It was Rons turn now.
Ron felt like a newlywed. He could honestly say, he had not been happier in years. Voldemort was spreading his empire to the east, threatening yet another war, taxes were growing ever higher, and the laws regarding the half-bloods use of magic was becoming more oppressive. But none of these things shook Ron as much as he would have expected them to. The darker times got, the more strength Draco seemed to exude. He became Rons rock. He set Rons mind at ease, promising him security and stability no matter what the future held. He made their home a private sanctuary, free from the woes of the outside world.
Dracos birthday drew ever closer. Ron was planning his party, when he received another owl from Hermione. The first in months. Just as before, the owl waited for a response. When none came, it eventually flew away on its own. In truth, Ron had no idea how to respond. Part of him thought it best to just throw the damn note in the fire, without even reading it. Part of him desperately wanted, needed, to know what Hermione had to say. Was it a casual letter, checking to see how he was doing? Was she in some kind of trouble? Was she planning to leave her husband so she and Ron could run away together? In the end Ron slipped the note into his bedside drawer unopened. He couldnt think of Hermione now, possibly not ever. His husband was turning 34, and he had a party to plan.
Dracos party went off with out a hitch. All of Dracos friends were in attendance, most of whom were slytherines Ron had known in school. His dislike of them hadnt changed one bit over the years. Lucius and Narcissa were there. Lucius was still a prick, who looked down his nose at Ron, but Narcissa came to think of him as a second son. Draco spent barely more than two minutes away from Ron the whole evening, cuddling and kissing Ron every chance he got. And of course copping a feel whenever he could. By the end of the night Draco was thoroughly drunk off his arse. In his inebriated state he was practically dry humping Ron on the dance floor. Thankfully the party had already started to wind down before that, and most of the guest were already leaving.
Draco went to wait in their room while Ron cleaned up, but had passed out by the time Ron got there. Ron removed his husbands shoes, leaving him other wised dressed, and covered him in a blanket. As he was putting away his watch he noticed the note from Hermione in his drawer. He looked at it a moment, then looked to check that Draco was asleep. Convinced Draco would likely not wake until late the next day, seriously hung over, Ron took the note and opened it for the first time.
Ron
First, I want to thank you. Seeing you again has reinvigorated my spirit. There are so few of us from the old days left. To be able to reconnect with you on some level, its been incredibly uplifting. Im coming to Scotland in a few weeks, and I was wondering if it would be possible for us to meet. Please send your reply at your earliest convenience.
Yours always,
Hermione
Ron instinctively reached for his quill, ready to write his reply immediately. He stopped himself, looking at Draco. Hed promised Draco no more secrets, and he could hardly imagine Draco would approve of him running off to meet his ex. Still, this could be one of the few opportunities hed ever had to meet with his old friend. Yes, he and Hermione were friends now, nothing more. Ron replaced the note, his mind made up, and hoped his decision wouldnt blow up in his face.
The following night, Ron and Draco enjoyed another quiet dinner alone. Hermiones invitation still weighed heavily on Rons mind, but one look at Draco made him want to forget the damn note entirely. The man sitting across the table from him, in immaculate black robes, was nothing less than a breathtaking beauty. The candle light, made his hair seem like stands of yellow-white gold growing from his scalp. The way his thin pink lips blew at his soup, before sipping it into his mouth seemed almost perverse. Draco licked those same soft lips before starting on his next spoonful, and Ron felt himself get an instant erection at the simple act.
As if sensing Rons eyes upon him, Draco looked up at his wife and smiled. Rons heart skipped a beat. How could Draco effect him so strongly, yet so effortlessly. Ron placed his spoon down on the table, no longer able to meet Dracos eyes. I received a note from Hermione the other day. Draco was silent for a moment. And? His voice betrayed no emotion at all. Shes going to be in Scotland in a couple of weeks. She wants me to see her. Draco continued eating calmly, they might have been discussing the weather, for all the feeling he conveyed. And what have you told her? Ron was a bit unsettled by how calm Draco was being, he would have almost rather have Draco mad at him. That at least he could gage. As it was, he could only guess at to what Draco could be thinking.
I havent told her anything yet. I wanted to talk to you first. Draco looked up at him seriously. It was the same look he gave their sons when one of them did something he did not approve of. Are you asking me for my permission, Ron? No, I just Im not sure Im going anyway Draco sipped his drink. So why bring it up? Ron felt like a child, explaining himself to an annoyed parent. He realized that the effortless effect Draco had on him wasnt always a good thing. I just thought you should know. They remained silent for a long while. Draco finishing his dinner, Ron having completely lost his appetite. When Draco was done eating, he wiped his mouth and said Well dont avoid Granger on my account. If you want to go, then go. He rose from the table and left the room without another word.
It was not until Hermione had arrived in Scotland, and sent Ron another note, that he finally replied. He was ready to tell her that he couldnt make it, but instead, found himself writing her a day and time to meet. He sent off his response before he could change his mind. Once he watched his owl disappear into the horizon, he fell into his seat in the office, dropping his face in his hands. What the hell are you doing Ron? He asked himself. He honestly had no answer to that.
Oh Ron, you silly goose, go find your husband and bang him into the mattress. Oh well, next chapter up soon. Thanks for reading. Reviews always welcome.