Sweet\'s Little Collection

A/N: I just wanted to take a moment to say thank you to all of my reviewers! I can't tell you how much more motivated it keeps me when I have your constant support, criticism, and kind words. Keep in mind, I am still taking requests. If you haven't seen yours come up yet, don't fear. I have about another week or two worth to complete for you. Happy three week anniversary, pretties!

Day Twenty-One:

Ron tugged on his hard cock faster, his eyes squeezed tightly shut as he let the steaming hot water cascade down over the muscles of his back. There was a flash of blonde in his mind's eye. Stormy silver eyes staring back at him. Pale pink lips wrapped around his cock as tightly as his hand was. He wanked himself at a furious pace. The Draco of his fantasy moaned his name as Ron sank his cock into his hot, tight hole. Ron gritted his teeth, his breath coming out in harsh gasps as he imagined Draco's body wrapped around his cock, and his hand wrapped around Draco's thick cock. Ron couldn't hold back his moan as he came at the image, his seed splattering the tile wall before him. He slumped in the corner of his shower, catching his breath from his intense orgasm. His face went beet red as he replayed the images in his mind.

He shook his head and bathed quickly, rinsing the wall with the showerhead before stepping out of the stall with a towel draped around his hips. He wandered to the door, still on shaking legs, and nearly bowled over the person entering before him. An eighteen year old Draco smirked at Ron's blushing features. He admired the sight in front of him as he thanked Merlin, not for the first time, that there were few enough eighth years to justify a single dorm. Draco cleared his throat, watching as Ron gulped at the sound. His smirk grew. "Weasley," he began. "Mind getting that tight arse out of my way?" Draco nearly laughed as Ron sputtered, shuffling aside. Draco could feel eyes on him as he walked to the same stall that had been occupied only moments ago. He undid the knot keeping the towel around his slim hips before allowing it to drop to the ground. He heard a sharp breath behind him.

"Feel free to join me, if you've not cleaned yourself thoroughly enough, Weasley," Draco called over his shoulder as he stepped inside. He turned on the water and moaned in pleasure as the steaming hot water pounding into the sore muscles in his shoulders. He heard movement beyond the curtain and grinned to himself, wondering if the other boy would have the balls. He didn't have to wonder long, as the curtain drew aside. Ron fidgeted with his towel, looking nervous. "Oh, bloody hell," Draco sighed, tugging the towel from his hips and pulling him inside of the stall, kissing him hard. "Was that so bloody difficult?" He quirked an eyebrow, attempting to hold to his Malfoy mask, but failing completely as his pupils dialated with lust. Ron saw the change and his confidence returned by bounds. Draco found himself pinned against the wall and being snogged senseless before he could say another word.