Snogging with the Enemy

Ron smiled and did as he was told. Draco licked his finger and was about to stick it in—when something else occured to him. He leaned over and said, “Hey, Weasel?”

“Yeah, Ferret?”

“Wanna shag?”

Ron’s head jerked up; the rest of him would have followed if Draco hadn’t put a restraining hand on his back. “Well…um…I’ve never…”

“Obviously,” Draco smirked. “Neither have I. But I’ll let you shag me if you let me shag you—and I think I’ve got more to worry about than you do.”

Ron blushed, but it was true; he was a lot thicker than Draco. He gulped and said, in a shaky voice, “Sure.”

Draco smiled as Ron bent over. He stared at his own dick and whispered, “Lubricos.”

A thin, slimy film appeared, both on Draco and on Ron’s hole. Draco positioned the head right by the hole, and pushed.

Ron whimpered as Draco entered him; Draco wasn’t as thick as he was, but it still was a lot bigger than the opening. He clenched his fists and tried to keep breathing as Draco, that bastard, took his time getting in.

And then, finally, Draco was in. All the way.

Draco began to thrust his hips, plowing into Ron again and again. Ron tried to move with him, but he’d never done this before and didn’t know what to do. Finally, he just held onto the trunk for dear life while Draco shagged him.

Draco thought he’d gone to heaven. He wasn’t a virgin, of course; he’d had Pansy Parkinson sixth year, but Pansy had never been this tight. Probably because the skank was shagging half the school, he thought uncharitably.

The hell with her. This is what I really want.

Ron couldn’t believe it; he was actually getting used to having Draco inside him. He began to move back and forth, trying to match Draco’s rhythm—and when Draco hit that place in him, he cried out in pure bliss.

That was all Draco needed. His mumbled grunts became louder, even as Ron’s cries grew louder, neither one of them giving a damn who heard them.

Draco felt himself getting closer—but he knew that if he came before the Weasel got his half of the bargain, he’d never hear the end of it.

He pulled out of Ron’s arse with a loud POP! “Your turn, Weasel,” he said, then added in a high-pitched voice, “Please be gentle….”

“I’ll show you gentle,” Ron growled. He straightened up and moved aside to let Draco brace himself on the trunk, then stepped behind him. A second lubrication spell, and Ron was ready.

Draco didn’t whimper; he yelled. Ron’s thick cock was stretching him to the absolute limit, and Draco was sure Ron was going to split him in two.

Ron eased himself in slowly, letting Draco get used to the stretch. He leaned over and whispered, “If it gets to be too much, you tell me, okay?”

Draco nodded, not trusting himself to speak.

Ron began to move his hips, slow, gentle strokes, fighting against his burning need. He still wasn’t used to being friendly with Draco, much less being naked with him, but he didn’t want to hurt him.

Draco, though, didn’t seem to mind it. He bucked against Ron, screaming at him, “Harder! Harder! Faster!”

Ron mentally shrugged his shoulders. If that was what Draco wanted……

He began to slam into Draco as hard as he could, driving deep into the Slytherin. Draco bucked against him just as hard, his own need as desperate as Ron’s. They lasted for about fifteen seconds—and then Ron withdrew too far and popped out.

“Oops,” he said.

“Good, actually,” Draco said.

“Good?”

“Yeah.” He turned, then dropped into a squat and lay on his back, lifting his legs into the air. “We get to switch positions.”

Ron smiled. He dropped to his knees, then mounted Draco and slid into him again. “Draco, I have to tell you……I never did this with Lavender or Hermione……”

“It doesn’t show,” Draco said. He drew in his breath sharply as Ron entered him. “See? I must like you; think of all the rude things I could have said.”

Ron smiled. “You wanna get rude? Let’s get rude.”

Ron began to thrust again, driving himself harder and harder, sweat pouring from his body, his cries louder and louder, even as Draco squirmed and bucked under him, his own hair soaked with sweat, his hand jerking his own dick furiously.

Ron was getting close when Draco came, the milky white fluid erupting from the slit like a geyser, shooting past his head to splatter into the grass beyond. Draco arched his back and screamed as he came, and Ron pulled out hurriedly before things came to a head.

Draco felt Ron’s fluid splatter onto his chest and stomach, the wonderfully warmth of his peppering his body before Ron himself collapsed on him, exhausted.

They lay like that, together, for a long time before Ron finally pulled himself back up onto his knees. “That…was……amazing,” Ron gasped, his body heaving with the effort of sucking in air.

Draco could barely feel strength returning to his body. “It was wonderful.” He hesitated. “Um….Ron? Most of the other Slytherins are gone. I’ve got my bedroom more or less to myself. Did you want to……maybe spend the night?”

Ron smiled. Draco mentally kicked himself for never noticing how incredibly sexy that smile was. “Sure.”

He held out a hand, and Draco let himself be pulled up into a sitting position. As he came up, Ron’s cheek brushed against his—and Draco, on impulse, kissed him.

It wasn’t a long kiss, just a quick one, but its effect on Ron was electrifying. He jerked back in surprise, even as Draco put his own hand up to his mouth.

“Draco, what--?” Words failed him. Ron couldn’t believe what just happened. Shagging was one thing, but this……

Draco was just as surprised. “It…just felt like the right thing to do,” he said. “I won’t do it again if……”

And then Ron was on his feet, and was pulling Draco to his. “The hell you won’t,” he said firmly. “Let’s get dressed enough to get decent, and get to your room.”