Snogging with the Enemy
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Draco/Ron
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
6,940
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter Three
Draco leaned back, a lazy smile on his face. He reached over and began to stroke Ron’s arm and shoulder, wondering why he never noticed the wonderful muscles there before. Ron stopped sucking him just long enough to adjust Draco’s dick and pull it out of the top of his shorts, and began to jerk it slowly.
“You have a nice chest,” Ron murmured.
“Thanks.”
“Can I…?”
Ron was staring at his chest. Draco nodded.
Ron leaned over and brushed his lips gently against Draco’s chest. Hesitantly, he began to lick and nibble at Draco’s nipple. Draco ran his fingers through Ron’s thick red hair and let out a low moan of pleasure.
The sound made Ron bolder. He began to kiss his way down Draco’s torso to his flat stomach, kissing his abs. Draco slowly got to his feet, and Ron pulled his shorts completely off. But Ron’s mouth was doing wonderful things to him, and Draco felt his knees go weak, and he sank back down on the tree, his legs straddling it.
And finally, Draco couldn’t bear it any more. “You keep doing that, I’m going to shoot, Weasel,” he murmured. “My turn…”
Ron smiled. He leaned back, and Draco reached over and undid first his belt buckle, then his pants. As he felt his dick slide into Draco’s mouth, he reached down and pulled off his shirt. The lower part of his body was feeling very, very nice; Ron began to play with his nipple, a dreamy smile on his face, his eyes closed in pleasure.
“Clothes…lemme…gettem off,” he murmured.
Draco came up for air. “Sounds good to me,” he agreed.
He stood up and pulled off his shirt and tossed it, then bent over and began to pull off his trainers and socks. Ron had already been shirtless, of course, and Draco had to keep from staring at the sheer muscle on the redhead’s frame. Ron caught Draco’s look and blushed, and he turned away to take off his shoes.
Big mistake.
Draco took one look at Ron’s bubble butt and his mouth started watering. Sheer muscle, indeed. Almost without realizing he was doing so, Draco reached over and grasped a cheek in each hand, and Ron stiffened at the contact. Before Ron could say anything, Draco’s tongue was circling Ron’s hole—and then Ron gasped and arched his back as Draco entered him.
“You have a nice chest,” Ron murmured.
“Thanks.”
“Can I…?”
Ron was staring at his chest. Draco nodded.
Ron leaned over and brushed his lips gently against Draco’s chest. Hesitantly, he began to lick and nibble at Draco’s nipple. Draco ran his fingers through Ron’s thick red hair and let out a low moan of pleasure.
The sound made Ron bolder. He began to kiss his way down Draco’s torso to his flat stomach, kissing his abs. Draco slowly got to his feet, and Ron pulled his shorts completely off. But Ron’s mouth was doing wonderful things to him, and Draco felt his knees go weak, and he sank back down on the tree, his legs straddling it.
And finally, Draco couldn’t bear it any more. “You keep doing that, I’m going to shoot, Weasel,” he murmured. “My turn…”
Ron smiled. He leaned back, and Draco reached over and undid first his belt buckle, then his pants. As he felt his dick slide into Draco’s mouth, he reached down and pulled off his shirt. The lower part of his body was feeling very, very nice; Ron began to play with his nipple, a dreamy smile on his face, his eyes closed in pleasure.
“Clothes…lemme…gettem off,” he murmured.
Draco came up for air. “Sounds good to me,” he agreed.
He stood up and pulled off his shirt and tossed it, then bent over and began to pull off his trainers and socks. Ron had already been shirtless, of course, and Draco had to keep from staring at the sheer muscle on the redhead’s frame. Ron caught Draco’s look and blushed, and he turned away to take off his shoes.
Big mistake.
Draco took one look at Ron’s bubble butt and his mouth started watering. Sheer muscle, indeed. Almost without realizing he was doing so, Draco reached over and grasped a cheek in each hand, and Ron stiffened at the contact. Before Ron could say anything, Draco’s tongue was circling Ron’s hole—and then Ron gasped and arched his back as Draco entered him.