The Scientific Method and
An ArtistWord count:
A sort of diptych: Draco’s approach to sex, then Ron’s.Warnings:
The boys and girls belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.Author’s Notes:
This was written for rondracodrabble
’s current prompt, art
. Also, apparently dom-bottom!Ron is my new thing.
Draco liked to be precise about sex. He hadn’t had very much of it and he always worried he wasn’t very good. People always expected skilful depravity from the Malfoy heir. Fumbling and meaning well were not acceptable.
And this was Weasley
, and he was damn well going to leave this bed dazed by Draco’s prowess.
So Draco used a precise equation of licking, sucking, and caressing. He observed and catalogued Weasley’s sucking in of breath when Draco prepared him, his increased flush at Draco’s mouth on his thighs, his moan when he felt Draco’s cock between his cheeks.~*~
Ron rolled them so he sat astride Malfoy’s thighs, shivering as the head of Malfoy’s cock teased along his entrance. Malfoy’s eyes were heated, but still calculating: sliding quickly over him, looking for reactions – weaknesses.
Ron shook his head. “Relax.”
“Lovemaking – ”
“Fucking – ”
,” Ron continued doggedly, because his mum had raised him right and he wasn’t changing for Malfoy, “isn’t a science, it’s an art.”
“Yes,” and Ron took hold of Malfoy’s cock, and pushed himself down. Malfoy was big, sliding deliciously along long-neglected nerves.
Malfoy’s eyes widened and his fingers scrabbled at Ron’s thighs. Ron smiled. ~*~
Ron rode Malfoy’s cock, slow and slick. The feeling sparked lust all through him, but still better was the look on Malfoy’s face. His mouth was half-open, his eyes sliding slow and appreciative down Ron’s chest, his clenching thighs.
Ron couldn’t resist the tease of Malfoy’s nipples, pink and sweetly puckered. He pinched and teased, Malfoy’s skin hot under his fingers, Malfoy’s chest moving fast as he panted. Malfoy rubbed Ron’s back and squeezed his arse, their rhythm perfectly matched.
Malfoy’s eyes were dazed and gorgeous now: Ron came, and Malfoy followed.
Ron slumped onto his chest and mumbled, “masterpiece.”