Ah, we're back again with good old traumatized Ron!
Muggle AU!
Well, this isn't connected to the previous one, that's why.
Request by plaant__. Thank you for the amazing idea!
Also, well, I was a bit horny during my periods, and wrote the next two stories along with this one as smutshots. I'm sorry, okay!
I will bring all those fluffs sooner than later!
Harry rolled his eyes, and straddled Draco's lap, who let out a very shocked gasp and looked up at his boyfriend, "Love, what-".
The raven reached over, taking the eyeliner pencil from his bedside table and holding onto the blond's chin, "If you're going to be a dramatic bitch and not be able to do this, let me".
The taller boy shrugged, humming as his hands trailed to his boyfriend's waist, and got smacked on his cheekbone with the pencil, "Hands off me, you horny dog".
"What? I can't even hold you?", Draco smirked and tilted his head up, following Harry's grip on his pointed chin.
"I know what you're trying to do, I can feel you", the blond's grey eyes dropped onto the grey sweatpants the raven himself had given him from his wardrobe, as that happened to be the only piece of cloth that fit him. He was naked above those pants. And he was very hard.
Not his fault though. Harry was in Draco's white button-up, that went to his knees and was falling a bit off his shoulders. He had bunched the sleeves up to his elbows, and the collar had slipped down a lot to reveal the red bite marks he had left the previous night. And he wasn't wearing anything else underneath.
And, on top of that, Harry was biting his tongue, his green eyes full off concentration as he tilted Draco's head up again and slowly swiped the black pencil under the right eye.
The blond's self-control had shattered weeks ago, when the raven had teased him for three days non-stop, and the consequence the boy faced was that he couldn't walk for two days.
"Draco", Harry whispered, his cheeks deep red, swiping the black liner under the left eye and trying his best to concentrate on the work at hand. It was difficult though, he could feel the stiffness down there, "Do I wing this o- fuck".
A gasp slipped his lips, as strong arms pulled at his waist roughly and made him sit properly down into his lap, "Dray- don't", he warned softly, as the pale hands slid towards his knees and slowly dragged up towards his thighs, bunching the shirt up.
"Don't? Don't what, Harry? Use your words, I don't speak bottom", he murmured, smirking as his thumbs trailed towards his inner thighs and his boyfriend fluttered his eyelashes.
His tan fingers dug into the high cheekbones of his boyfriend, and the other hand trailed down from his shoulder to his chest, nails digging into the pale skin.
Harry bit his bottom lip, and a moan tore away from his throat, as Draco pulled him by the waist, grinding his arse down on his raging erection.
"I remember, you had- fuck- told me that you wanted to ride me. Do you want to, Harry? Tell me love?", He panted out, loosening his hold on his boyfriend's hips.
The raven gulped, opening his lusty green eyes and meeting the equally dilated grey eyes of his blond, "P-please".
***
Ron opened the door to his and Harry's shared appartment, Hermione was in tow and she glanced around, "Where's Harry?".
The redhead dropped his key onto a bowl near the shelf of the Living room, where he saw his bestfriend and roommate's keys in there, "He's here. Might be in his room. And I see Draco is here as well", he waved at the extra pair of shoes next to the brunette.
"They're together, in a room", Hermione didn't phrase it as a question, she was just amused to know that her redhead bestfriend was allowing them to be together in a room.
"Yeah", he waved at the door to the other corner of the small house, next to the kitchen, "That's his room. C'mon Mione! Help me with Economics by the time Blaise and Pansy return from their Easter shopping".
The brunette rolled her eyes, even if she blushed at the mention of her girlfriend, "It's an easy homework, Ron. You don't need help for that".
The redhead pouted, "Please Mione? Pretty please?".
"Blaise was right. You have learnt puppy-dog eyes from Harry, and are as deadly as him", she sighed, as the taller boy whooped and opened the door to his room.
"He's my boyfriend, obviously he's right", he whispered dreamily.
"This bitch is whipped", Hermione muttered to herself, as Ron placed his bag on to a hook, below a picture of him and his boyfriend.
"Says you", he grinned, pointing at the necklace around her neck, that her girlfriend had gifted her for Valentine's.
***
Harry raised himself up on his knees, and gulped as he sat down on Draco's cock, his hands guiding him throughout.
He hissed, biting hard onto his lips, as his boyfriend reached out and trailed his lips from his jaw to the mole on his chest, trying to distract him from the pain.
"I- fuck", the raven groaned out, as he nodded and the blond slowly gyrated his hips on his hard cock, letting a growl slip from his throat at the immense heat he was feeling down there.
"How is it that- shit- you make me thirteen again and- mhmm- make me feel my orgasm already?", He whispered into the ear near his lips, biting into it as his boyfriend writhed in his hands.
"Fuck- guide me. Harder", Harry grit out, clamping his teeth into his fist, as Draco dug his nails into his waist, and thrust up suddenly, a moan made through nonetheless.
"C'mon, Haz, I want to- fuck- hear you", the blond trailed his hand up, pulling at his bottom lip, "Someone- ah- might her-re us", the words tumbled out from the raven's lips, an octave higher than normal.
Draco felt a smirk make way, as he stopped his rhythmic but steady thrusts, and Harry whined, moving his head back from his pale throat to furrow his eyebrows, "What?".
***
Ron wrote into his book, as Hermione pushed her earphones into her ears, satisfied to see that the boy had understood her explanations.
"Huh? Mione? Oi, listen", the redhead glanced up at the armchair she was in near his bed, and he frowned as he saw her brown locks twirl in the air as she jammed to the music, "This bitc-".
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Draco- ahhh, slow down. Someone- hear-", his eyes widened, and he felt his face flame. He closed his eyes, opening one and seeing his bestfriend's unaware grooving to the music she was listening to, "Are you fucking-".
"FuCK-", Harry's voice rang out, and he could actually hear the bed creaking from across the walls.
Ron groaned, taking the pillow from beside him and smushing his face into it, "Ughhhhhhh".
Hermione opened her eyes, and saw that the boy's face, which was mostly into his green pillow, was redder than his hair. She stopped the music, and her eyes widened, "Oh. That's why".
***
Half-an-hour later, a knock echoed into Ron's room, and Hermione walked over to open the door and see Harry, who reached out and hugged her, "I saw your shoes outside. When did you come?".
"Long time. Hello Draco", she waved over his head at the blond, who was in the kitchens, "Nice winged eyes".
"Oh yeah. Harry did them", he shrugged, looking smug as his boyfriend cleared his throat with a blush.
"Er, what's wrong with Ron?", He questioned, seeing their bestfriend on his back, a pillow in his arms and eyes staring into space.
"The walls aren't that thick, Harry", the redhead murmured in a traumatized voice, as the brunette choked on her breath and the raven blushed even red.
Draco hummed, trying to stifle his smirk as he contemplated his next words and walked over, "But your bestfriend is", he then smacked his boyfriend on the arse, winking at the glare he was sent and sauntering out of the house with Hermione breaking into laughter and Ron screaming into his pillow.
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