Inside Draco's Ass

Author's note: Title comes from the film 'American Psycho'. This was written in response to the first ever AJ-Janet Smut Challenge. The criteria being:
Hand cream
Prefect¡¦s bathroom
Violence
Sad ending
The line 'how dare you say that about him!'
Daisies

Silliness ensues. This is meant to be humorous, I hope you find it that way. (un-betad)

Disclaimer: JK won't want them after this.

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'Mmmm' Draco moaned.

The only sounds he could hear were the soft, rhythmic splashing of water, and his own delighted moans.
'“Mmmmmmmm' he repeated. Vocalising one’s pleasure brought a better orgasm, he had once been told, and seeing as he was alone at the end of the day, he was indulging in some ‘private practise’.

Taking the time he knew he had, he was beginning today’s wrist exercise with a few gentle strokes. Teasing himself delightfully, because he knew he was a dirty bitch who liked it. He had grown hard within minutes of getting in the bath, just the thought of knowing what, or who, was about to come was stimulating enough. He was a Malfoy, and Malfoys are always good at anything they do.

After brushing his fingers over his long shaft, dancing mercilessly over the sensitive tip, he finally wrapped his hand around it. Gripping tightly at the base he held himself still for a moment, resisting the urge to fuck his own fist. Taking a deep breath, he moaned once again on the exhale, as he began to slide his tight hand up and down.


Not so far away, a red haired boy turned to shout down the corridor to his friend;

'I’m going for a shower, Harry, tell Hermione to start on that charms homework ey?!'

'You know shes not going to let us copy after the last time – remember, points for us and not her? She’ll go crazy if it happens again!'

With an acknowledging laugh our red headed lad strode off down the corridor, turned a corner, opened the fifth door on the left and stepped inside. Entering the prefect’s bathroom, he still felt a certain amount of pride. He, Ron Weasley, had somehow become a prefect, something no one in his family or circle of friends thought was possible. One of the many privileges was this bathroom, far superior to any in the castle. Well, apart from Dumbledore’s, rumour had it that the old headmaster had ten Vietnamese boys to hold his towels and robe for him, but it was probably all just hear say.

As he stripped off his clothes and donned a fluffy white dressing gown, he wondered about the rumour. Surely it was illegal to employ fifteen year olds as bathroom attendants?
'And I bet that’s not all they do' he said out loud to himself. He shook his head, and felt grateful that he was two years over Dumbledore’s preferred age range.

e wee were ten bathrooms in total, each with one bath, one shower and filled with toiletries to rival any veela’s collection. He left the changing area and entered the room closest to him. As soon as he walked in he knew there was someone on there. Not only was there gratuitous amounts of steam in the room, so much that visibility was about a foot, there was anotherffy,ffy, white robe lying on the floor by his feet.

Now, obviously, Ron Weasley knew he should quickly exit and never tell anyone he walked in on another guy or girl prefect in the bath. And he was about to do so, and would have done so, if it hadn’t been for the moan emanating from the right corner of the room. A decidedly masculine moan at that.

And so Ron stopped, turned and began to walk towards the sound. There it was again, louder and longer. There was no question why the other boy was moaning. It wasn’t just an indescribable movement of the vocal chords; it specifically said 'ohyesohyesohyesthisissooooogood'

Ron couldn’t be blamed for wanting to investigate; he was a seventeen-year-old boy for christ’s sake – looking at linoleum made him want to have sex – to hear someone else wanking in the same room as him……well, the words ‘trouser’ and ‘tent’ spring to mind. Except Ron wasn’t wearing trrs, rs, he was wearing a robe, and said robe was looking more like a small marquee than a tent.

He desperately waved his hand through the clouds of water vapour, trying in vain to clear a path to see who the Mystery Masterbater was. As he drew closer to the bath the moans got slightly more needy, ‘keening’ would be a good word to describe them.

When he finally came to a point where he could see the other boy, he almost squealed with delight: Draco Malfoy, naked, in a bath, fucking wanking! Life really doesn’t get any better. Ron watched, just for a while – he was perfectly safe; Malfoy had his eyes shut. And as he watched the boy pleasuring himself, he wondered what it would be like to have his own cock there instead of Malfoy’s, Draco’s hand working up and down. Teasing and oh he could tell Malfoy was teasing himself, the essiossion on his face was nearly edible.

As Draco really started to get to work, his fist closed around his shaft, Ron was just about ready to burst, and so he had to say something. Years later he would look back and wonder why the fuck he came out with it, but to the tune of the pre-war song ‘Daisy Daisy’ he sang;
'Draco, Draco, give me your answer do,
Are you wanking whilst I’ve walked in on you?'


*Oh holy sfuckfuck crap bollocks cunting bastard hippogriff sandwich*

Draco’s eyes snapped open.

*FUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKK*

With agonising slowness, he turned to face Weasley, cock in hand.

'Weasley, what the fuck are you doing here?' he asked, trying hard not to cringe at the way his voice broke when saying the other boy’s name.

'Oh, I don’t think the question is what I’m doing here, as to who am I doing here, Malfoy. Namely you'

It took a second or two for Draco to contemplate what the retarded muggle-lover had said. He couldn’t mean that, could he?

One look at the way the boy’s robe was parting like the Dead Sea at crotch level, told him that yes, he did mean that, and yes, he was going to get fucked into the floor.


With a lunge, and with surprising strength, Ron grabbed Draco by the arm and dragged him up and out of the bath. Not caring that he was soaking wet, he threw the smaller boy down on to the fur bath mat, and ripped off his own robe in record time.

'Careful Weasley, you’re going to give me carpet burns!' Draco warned.

Ron sno in in response, Draco was still Draco even while incredibly horny.

Seeing as they were both teenagers and both fully erect and excitable, it didn’t take long for Ron to lower his body down onto Draco, and for to start grinding, rubbing and thrusting their cocks against each other. Without thinking twice about what this would actually mean, Draco leaned up to capture Ron’s mouth in his own, and pulled the larger boy’s hips excruciatingly hard onto pelvis.

Both moaned insistently at the contact, loving the friction and the way the water from Draco’s skin make them both feel like liquid, writhing and sliding on the other’s body.

Without breaking the kiss Draco rocked them both over, so they were lying on their sides, and worked a hand in between their bodies. He grasped both their cocks in one hand, and in time to their frantic thrusting, pulled and stroked their throbbing pricks. Their moans grew louder still, Ron biting Draco’s bottom lip, drawing blood.

With a grunt Ron shoved off the other boy and blindly felt along one of the many sideboards that lined the room. His hand finally enclosing on some kind of jar, he brought it down.

'J. Bartholomew Hoggle’s Best Hand Cream?' he read questioningly. With a shrug and muttered spell the white contents of the pot turned clear and more fluid.

'How did you…'

'Please, give me some credit Malfoy. I’ve been in these situations before'

With a laugh, he pinned the slightly bemused Draco to the floor, and wasted no time in scooping a generous amount of the newly transfigured lube onto his palm. He grasped his own sticky shaft, slickening it, and used the remainder of the oily substance to coat one finger, which he ungracefully worked inside Draco’s hole.

As the look of concentration on Malfoy’s face passed, so did the tightness in his lower body and Ron was able to add another finger to his intrusion. Slowly scissoring them, he felt the passage give way a little more and more until finally he was done waiting.

All the while Draco had been writhing on the floor like the Slytherin snake he was. As Ron pulled his fingers away the surprise made him fling his head back. Which made contact with the porcelain bath tub.

'Ow fuck, ow'

Blood starting trickling down his temple

'Bloody fucking shit, ow!'

To distract the boy and stop himself laughing cruelly at Malfoy’s accident, Ronk thk that moment to enter Draco. In one smooth movement he thrust all the way inside. And there sheathed in this enemy’s body, he waited.
Draco gasped, trying to will Ron to move and rolling his head. When he realised Weasley wasn’t stirring he turned to look at his temporary partner. Finally making eye contact, Ron started moving. That was what he wanted, the feeling of superiority and control over Malfoy of all people. This was the one person who had tormented him from the beginning of his Hogwarts career, and here he was soft and vulnerable beneath him. He pulled out and thrust again as far and hard as his could. And again. And again. Each time attempting to go deeper than before.

Draco had to grab onto the side of the bath, trying to brace himself against the force of the other boy’rustrusts. They carried on like this for a time, tension moutning. As their breathing got harsher and thrusts faster and more erratic, Ron grabbed Draco’s cock, pumping it hard. It didn’t take long for the blonde boy to cry his release, sum spurting between their sweat slickened bodies.

Ron followed, pushing further and further into Draco, finally cumming deep inside the other boy’s body.


When their breathing had returned to normal, the red of their cheeks faded and heartbeats settled, Ron managed to roll off Draco.

Neither really knowing what to say, having never said a civil word to each other in their lives. Draco settled for his usual conversation starter: an insult.

'Bet Potter doesn’t take it like that'

'Malfoy what the fuck?!'

'Well let’s admit it Weasel, he’s not very good at anything really, why should shagging be any different?'

'How dare you say that about him?!'

'Fuck you Weasel'

'No Malfoy, I believe it was I who fucked you'

With a difficult pivot Draco savagely backhanded Ron across the face, splitting the redhead’s lip.

'You dare tell anyone about this and I’ll make your life even more of a hell that it already is' threatened the Malfoy, who promptly grabbed a dressing gown and threw it on, exiting the bathroom with his patented scowl.

Ron stayed exactly where he was, not doing or thinking much at all. It was hard to form thoughts when your entire world had just been turned upside down.