The Devils Hands Are Idle Play Things.

Draco muttered something under his breathe, quickly he got up grabbed a few things from his bed-side dresser and left almost instantly. A Loud thud from downstairs announced his departure from the building. Ron looked around confused. Harry tried to calm himself down, still semi-stiff from the over-exposure he had just witnessed.

Ron slid over next to harry and he said "you look like you could use a hand!"

"Unless your being tied to a bed you can just fuck off, i'm not in the mood." He said hastily.

Ron climbed on the bed.

Harry asked "What the hell are you doing? Quit fooling around!"

"I want you. Bad. I always have! Now come over and fuck me hard!"

Harry rumaged through Draco's wardrobe to find exactly what he was looking for. He pulled out a few of Draco's Slytherin ties.

He cracked them like a whip in his hands.

"Kinky!" Said Ron, now placing both his arms and legs at either end of the four poster bed.

Harry ripped off Ron's jeans, still questioning how this was going to work considering Ron was male and didn't exactly have a well placed orifice to fuck.

Ron laid on his back and harry tied his arms to the bedposts, and decided not to tie his legs realising he could easily fuck him with Ron's legs in the air.

Ron was slowly starting to get hard. Harry was in avery kinky mood especially after his last witnessing so he blindfolded Ron to make things interesting.

Harry scraped his fingers down Ron's chest leaving faint white lines on the hairless, buffed up chest.

Ron was squirming around, never experiencing such a thing he was very inexperienced, but as was harry.

Harry started to jerk Ron off, Ron had no control over this, and got excited at the fact that he was getting whacked off by the famous harry potter and that it was full of such kink.

Harry lent up for a kiss, but being a bit to passionate with his kiss he accidently bit his lip making him bleed a fair amount. The blood dripped down his chin and Ron licked his lips.

Harry could feel Ron's cock twitching, and he realised that Ron was some kind of masochist, enjoying the taste of blood Ron came violently in Harrys hand.

The mood was entirely lost, but harry insisted on fucking Ron. He positioned himself, lifted Ron's legs onto his shoulders and gave him a quick finger to loosen him up.

He inserted the head of his cock into him, and he started to fuck him.

"Oh... fucking.... god!" screamed Ron, clearly loving harrys cock being inside him.

Harry closed his eyes, he imagined it was Draco, the blonde hair, the pale skin, that evil smirk of his. The passion, oh how he wanted to be fucking him right now. He wanted the smell of him all over his body, the taste of him, the moaning, the thought of tying Draco to a bed, blindfolding Draco with his own school tie, hearing Draco talk dirty to him, biting Draco's lip, making Draco bleed. With all this in mind it sent harry wild, he came inside Ron.

Harry heard a loud thud and realised Draco was home, he threw on some pants, didn't bother zipping them up, he left Ron tied to the bed, and ran down stairs, meeting Draco at the door, he threw his hands around Draco's throat, and pinned him to the door, he lent in for a kiss, biting hard on his lips, he felt a surge of blood coming from his mouth.

Harry understood, he was the masochist, not Ron, he had liked the pain, Ron had twitched in agony, and now he had his hands wrapped around his lovers throat, pinning him against the door, and making him bleed ruby red blood down his lovers pale skin. But oh how fucking good it felt. Harry loved the feeling, he licked up Draco's chin.

Harry could feel Draco's cock start to harden underneath him, he was loving it just as much as he was.

He lowered his lips for another kiss, smearing more blood onto his own lips, and fiercly he said, "you taste so fucking good."


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A/N not my best, but still. i liked it. Tell me what you think. not entirely sure if im going to keep this.