Ron and His Slytherin Bitches
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Adult ++
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Ron and His Slytherin Bitches
I\'m alive when you\'re touching me
Alive when you\'re shoving me down.
-- Maynard James Keenan, "Jimmy"
A Ron/Draco lemon, wherein Draco is very OOC, and he likes it!
*Un-beta\'d!!
*~*~*~*~*
He grabs me by the throat and tosses me roughly to the bed, my vision coming and going as I gasp for breath between his strong hands. I slowly cave before him all will power non-existent. I am so gone. I think briefly t put putting a halt to this. To remember that I'm the alpha, that Weasley will always be the beta. But he pushes me violently again, his hands holding me with so much force I think I may break in two, and I almost hope I will. I breathe hard, and I feel fucking alive. Everything inside me is paying attention now. I'm alive wherever he places his hands.
"Say it," he says, his breath hot and moist against my ear.
"Ron," I whisper.
"Louder," he says, staring straight into my eyes. And I want him so bad. I want him to take me, and kiss me, and fuck me, I want it more than I've ever wanted anything, and I've wanted everything.
"Ron," I say again, enjoying the way my lips curl around the name. I want him to carve his name into me. I want a tattoo that says: property of Ronald A. Weasley throws his lips onto mine, crashing and bruising against my mouth.
He shoves his tongue into my mouth, and I don't battle it. I let it explore me, reveling in the feeling, and I wonder what he looks like right now, so I open my eyes. He's so incredible. He's so red, that I wonder where his hair ends and where his face begins. Everything right now feels so important. I want to remember this moment, and I keep thinking that it's all going to slip away, and that I'll never remember it again.
I moan into Ron's mouth, and close my eyes again as he pulls at the buckle in my pants, one hand pulling at the leather, and the other now pulling at my hair. He pulls his face away from mine, and smirks down at me. "You're really beautiful you know," he says.
I grab him back to me, and kiss him, harder than before, and this time he's the one moaning into my mouth. He rips at my grey t-shirt and we part briefly for it to go sliding up and over my heThenThen he's back again, kissing my chest, my nipples, his hands gliding up and down my skin giving me goosebumps. His mouth feels so warm, and I buck up into him, growing hard, and impatient. He moves his mouth up to my neck now, and I tilt my head back to give him better access. He kisses me, lets his tongue glide across my skin, and then lightly bites into it, sucking at my skin, and I hold on to the back of his head, his hair soft and damp between my fingers.
I pull at his shirt, and again we part. It flies over his head and lands on top of mine on the floor. He's so beautiful that I can hardly breathe. I want to kiss every freckle on his chest. He rubs his body down mine, and our skin glides together. My breath catches in my throat as he finishes pulling off my trousers, and rips my boxers down with them.
At first I feel embarrassed to be naked in front of him, especially when he's still got trousers on. But then he looks at me, and I know he likes it. He's straddling me still, and he presses his hands on my chest again, I smirk up at him and I wonder just how far we're going to go. He places both hands over my nipples, and then drags his hands down my body, my skin turns pink where his nails slightly scratch me. His hands are now at my thighs, and I squirm, wanting him to touch me where I most need to be touched. I know he's playing with me. Showing me how much control he has over me, and I fall right into this plan. I whimper, and give him a pleading look, and again he smirks.
He kisses my stomach, my bellybutton, my hipbone, and then takes me fully into his mouth. I gasp and buck wildly, and again he places his hands on my sides, holding me firmly to the mattress. I grab onto the back of his head with both hands, and this seems to encourage him. My legs tense up next to his head, and he keeps running his tongue on the underneath of my cock.
"Wait," I whisper. He pulls away, and I gasp again because of the sudden departure of his hot mouth around me. "Take me."
He lies on top of me again, and kisses me, his hands still at my cock, sliding up and down it's length. "Take me," I say again, reaching down to pull off his trousers off his ass. He helps me, pulling them off in one fluid motion and then tossing them with the rest of our clothes. He smiles at me, his red hair dangling in his eyes; I smile back at him, and grab his ass. He kisses me once more, and then turns me over. He reaches underneae, ae, and pulls me up by my stomach, and now I'm on all fours with his cock pressing into me. I press back against him, wanting him inside me, and he moans as I do so. I can hear him put a finger inside of his mouth, and then hear it pop out again. Without wasting time, he inserts the digit into me, and I take a deep breath, it's not too bad, at least not yet. He begins moving his finger inside me, and I tense momentarily, but then relax again.
"I'm gonna put another one in," he says. But I'm too out of it to respond.
"Uhh," I say. Hoping he'll take that for a yes. The second fingnternters me, and now it begins to hurt. I contract, and the muscles in my back tense.
"Shhh," he saand and begins to stroke me with his free hand. This calms me, and I begin to feel really turned on. His fingers are still playing inside of me, and I wonder how much longer I can last while he keeps doing this to me. It feels so good. Almost too quickly he pulls his fingers out of me. I hear him spit on his hands, and then he says, "Are you ready?"
"Mmm," I reply. He puts one hand on my erection again, while the other guides himself slowly inside of me.
"Oh, God," he whimpers. "Oh god, oh god, oh Jesus." This turns me on even more, and I push back into him. He gasps wildly. All I can feel is Ron, all over me. One hand pumping my cock, the other all over my back, my thighs, and my hips, pushing me into him. He begins thrusting into me with such force, and passion, and I can tell he's about to cum. His hands around my cock speed up, and I'm about to come too. "Draco!" He cries.
"Ronnnn," I yell. This sends him over the line, and with one last hard thrust he comes hard into me, and shortly after I do the same, panting his name as we collapse on to the bed. We lay there breathing for a moment, me on my stomach, Ron on top of me.
"Wow," Blaise says from the corner of the room. He walks over to us, and I smile up at him, feeling dazed, and sleepy. He's nude too, and I can tell he came only moments before we did. His skin is still red, and he looks like he's had the best orgasm of his life. "He really is good Draco."
"I know," I reply.
"Come lay down with us," Ron says flipping over onto his side. Blaise lies next to Ron, who's in the middle. Ron rolls again, now to his back, and Blaise and I each turn to face him, placing a leg over Ron, who breathes in deep, then closes his eyes. I listen for a while to the two boys breathing in and out, and my head rises and falls on Ron's chest. I look at Blaise for a moment, whose eyes flicker open to meet mine.
"Thanks," he whispers, trying not to wake Ron who only needs a good fuck before he sleeps like a baby.
"No problem," I say back. I lean over and kiss him sweetly on the lips. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight."
Alive when you\'re shoving me down.
-- Maynard James Keenan, "Jimmy"
A Ron/Draco lemon, wherein Draco is very OOC, and he likes it!
*Un-beta\'d!!
*~*~*~*~*
He grabs me by the throat and tosses me roughly to the bed, my vision coming and going as I gasp for breath between his strong hands. I slowly cave before him all will power non-existent. I am so gone. I think briefly t put putting a halt to this. To remember that I'm the alpha, that Weasley will always be the beta. But he pushes me violently again, his hands holding me with so much force I think I may break in two, and I almost hope I will. I breathe hard, and I feel fucking alive. Everything inside me is paying attention now. I'm alive wherever he places his hands.
"Say it," he says, his breath hot and moist against my ear.
"Ron," I whisper.
"Louder," he says, staring straight into my eyes. And I want him so bad. I want him to take me, and kiss me, and fuck me, I want it more than I've ever wanted anything, and I've wanted everything.
"Ron," I say again, enjoying the way my lips curl around the name. I want him to carve his name into me. I want a tattoo that says: property of Ronald A. Weasley throws his lips onto mine, crashing and bruising against my mouth.
He shoves his tongue into my mouth, and I don't battle it. I let it explore me, reveling in the feeling, and I wonder what he looks like right now, so I open my eyes. He's so incredible. He's so red, that I wonder where his hair ends and where his face begins. Everything right now feels so important. I want to remember this moment, and I keep thinking that it's all going to slip away, and that I'll never remember it again.
I moan into Ron's mouth, and close my eyes again as he pulls at the buckle in my pants, one hand pulling at the leather, and the other now pulling at my hair. He pulls his face away from mine, and smirks down at me. "You're really beautiful you know," he says.
I grab him back to me, and kiss him, harder than before, and this time he's the one moaning into my mouth. He rips at my grey t-shirt and we part briefly for it to go sliding up and over my heThenThen he's back again, kissing my chest, my nipples, his hands gliding up and down my skin giving me goosebumps. His mouth feels so warm, and I buck up into him, growing hard, and impatient. He moves his mouth up to my neck now, and I tilt my head back to give him better access. He kisses me, lets his tongue glide across my skin, and then lightly bites into it, sucking at my skin, and I hold on to the back of his head, his hair soft and damp between my fingers.
I pull at his shirt, and again we part. It flies over his head and lands on top of mine on the floor. He's so beautiful that I can hardly breathe. I want to kiss every freckle on his chest. He rubs his body down mine, and our skin glides together. My breath catches in my throat as he finishes pulling off my trousers, and rips my boxers down with them.
At first I feel embarrassed to be naked in front of him, especially when he's still got trousers on. But then he looks at me, and I know he likes it. He's straddling me still, and he presses his hands on my chest again, I smirk up at him and I wonder just how far we're going to go. He places both hands over my nipples, and then drags his hands down my body, my skin turns pink where his nails slightly scratch me. His hands are now at my thighs, and I squirm, wanting him to touch me where I most need to be touched. I know he's playing with me. Showing me how much control he has over me, and I fall right into this plan. I whimper, and give him a pleading look, and again he smirks.
He kisses my stomach, my bellybutton, my hipbone, and then takes me fully into his mouth. I gasp and buck wildly, and again he places his hands on my sides, holding me firmly to the mattress. I grab onto the back of his head with both hands, and this seems to encourage him. My legs tense up next to his head, and he keeps running his tongue on the underneath of my cock.
"Wait," I whisper. He pulls away, and I gasp again because of the sudden departure of his hot mouth around me. "Take me."
He lies on top of me again, and kisses me, his hands still at my cock, sliding up and down it's length. "Take me," I say again, reaching down to pull off his trousers off his ass. He helps me, pulling them off in one fluid motion and then tossing them with the rest of our clothes. He smiles at me, his red hair dangling in his eyes; I smile back at him, and grab his ass. He kisses me once more, and then turns me over. He reaches underneae, ae, and pulls me up by my stomach, and now I'm on all fours with his cock pressing into me. I press back against him, wanting him inside me, and he moans as I do so. I can hear him put a finger inside of his mouth, and then hear it pop out again. Without wasting time, he inserts the digit into me, and I take a deep breath, it's not too bad, at least not yet. He begins moving his finger inside me, and I tense momentarily, but then relax again.
"I'm gonna put another one in," he says. But I'm too out of it to respond.
"Uhh," I say. Hoping he'll take that for a yes. The second fingnternters me, and now it begins to hurt. I contract, and the muscles in my back tense.
"Shhh," he saand and begins to stroke me with his free hand. This calms me, and I begin to feel really turned on. His fingers are still playing inside of me, and I wonder how much longer I can last while he keeps doing this to me. It feels so good. Almost too quickly he pulls his fingers out of me. I hear him spit on his hands, and then he says, "Are you ready?"
"Mmm," I reply. He puts one hand on my erection again, while the other guides himself slowly inside of me.
"Oh, God," he whimpers. "Oh god, oh god, oh Jesus." This turns me on even more, and I push back into him. He gasps wildly. All I can feel is Ron, all over me. One hand pumping my cock, the other all over my back, my thighs, and my hips, pushing me into him. He begins thrusting into me with such force, and passion, and I can tell he's about to cum. His hands around my cock speed up, and I'm about to come too. "Draco!" He cries.
"Ronnnn," I yell. This sends him over the line, and with one last hard thrust he comes hard into me, and shortly after I do the same, panting his name as we collapse on to the bed. We lay there breathing for a moment, me on my stomach, Ron on top of me.
"Wow," Blaise says from the corner of the room. He walks over to us, and I smile up at him, feeling dazed, and sleepy. He's nude too, and I can tell he came only moments before we did. His skin is still red, and he looks like he's had the best orgasm of his life. "He really is good Draco."
"I know," I reply.
"Come lay down with us," Ron says flipping over onto his side. Blaise lies next to Ron, who's in the middle. Ron rolls again, now to his back, and Blaise and I each turn to face him, placing a leg over Ron, who breathes in deep, then closes his eyes. I listen for a while to the two boys breathing in and out, and my head rises and falls on Ron's chest. I look at Blaise for a moment, whose eyes flicker open to meet mine.
"Thanks," he whispers, trying not to wake Ron who only needs a good fuck before he sleeps like a baby.
"No problem," I say back. I lean over and kiss him sweetly on the lips. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight."