Here're the Ron/Draco drabbles from my meme. Consider everything disclaimed.Title:
“Ron got the nipple piercing for two reasons: bitter made a lightweight of him, and Charlie and George were bastards who took advantage of their brother’s impaired state.”Warnings:
none beyond the obviousAuthor’s Notes:
This was written for elainemalfoy
, who requested Ron/Draco, piercings
Ron got the nipple piercings for two reasons: bitter made a lightweight of him, and Charlie and George were bastards who took advantage of their brother’s impaired state.
He woke up the morning after with sore nipples and a pounding head, and wearing stupid gold things that made him look like a harem boy.
He kept wearing them, though; Ron was aware he wasn’t the hippest bloke ever (he used the word ‘hip’, for Merlin’s sake) and he was often attracted to fey-looking blonds in peculiar outfits. They were the sort who didn’t want dependable redheads. They wanted nipple piercings.~*~
As was proven when he met Draco Malfoy in the smoky back of a club. He was fuzzy with drink, and Malfoy was pissed: he tripped and stumbled against Ron, hands on his chest.
They stared at each other, faces close in the shifting gloom. Malfoy blinked in bemusement. Ron followed the movement of his eyelashes.
Malfoy’s hands clenched in Ron’s shirt. His face changed shape in sudden confusion. “Are you... are your nipples pierced?”
Which was how Ron ended up getting fucked in the men’s while Malfoy tugged his nipples raw and left scratches everywhere
Totally TopWord count:
PWP: Ron ties Draco down and rides him. *shrugs* Sometimes the simplest summaries are the best.Warnings:
This was written for seraphimerising
, who requested Ron/Draco, restraints, topping from the bottom
Draco squirmed anxiously in the restraints. The wide, soft leather cuffs rubbed against his wrists, and his crotch rubbed against Ron’s. Ron grinned down smugly from atop him, his arms crossed over his muscled chest.
“What are you going to – ”
“Nothing bad,” Ron responded, flashing a smile which was the opposite of reassuring.
He slid off Draco and reached for the lube. Draco moaned as a large, slick hand wrapped itself round his cock, pumping him steadily and covering him with the stuff. His hips followed Ron’s rhythm, thrusting upwards in helpless chasing of Ron’s touch.
Then it went away. Ron pulled off and backed away, leaving Draco’s slick, drooling cock untouched. “Ron!” Draco whined.
“Ssh, Malfoy. You’re in for a nice show.” Ron leant against the footboard, spread his legs, and oh... he was preparing himself, sliding two of those long fingers inside his hole. Draco whined breathlessly at the sight, Ron’s wrinkled little hole stretching around his fingers, Ron’s big hand pumping between his thighs. He couldn’t see everything, but that only increased his desperation. The slick sounds of Ron fingering himself, his panting as he did it, the rosy flush sliding down his chest... Draco realised he was tugging unconsciously at the cuffs.
He stopped abruptly, and Ron grinned teasingly despite his flush. “D’you want to touch me, Draco?”
“Yes, damn you, of course I do!” Draco snarled. His voice was breathy. Then Ron sunk three fingers all the way in, his eyes shutting. He moaned, and the sound was so hot Draco’s back arched of its own accord.
Ron opened his eyes in time to catch the movement. “Nice.” And fucking finally
he was crawling across the bed to kneel over Draco’s cock. Draco moaned in relief as Ron took hold of him, and slid down.
Such heat and pressure as Ron’s tight arse squeezed itself around him. Ron’s head was thrown back, his mouth pursed as he lowered himself, taking Draco all the way in. His chest and thigh muscles worked as he rose again, cruelly taking that warmth with him. Draco moaned: beyond words, but unmistakably begging.
And then Ron was riding him in earnest, hips and thighs and chest working in concert. Ron’s eyes were screwed shut as he chased his own pleasure, and Draco had never felt so pleasurably used. He was shaking with lust. He felt brainless, overwhelmed by the sight of it: his tall, muscular Ron perched atop him and riding him to oblivion.
Then Ron fell forward, his hands wrapping round Draco’s forearms just under the restraints. His reddened face was suddenly so close Draco could smell his sweat, his blue eyes intent on Draco’s face. Ron tightened his hands on Draco’s arms and his arse round Draco’s cock together, growled out, “come,” and Draco was groaning, crying out, his body arching uncontrollably as he came in one long stream.
He blinked his eyes open to find Ron’s face mere inches away, watching him with blue eyes turned black with lust.
Draco’s stomach squirmed pleasurably as he tensed. “You’re not going to let me go now, are you?”
“Of course not,” Ron said cheerfully. “Accio ballgag!