Turn-on Toffee 3
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bleedingangel84Title: Turn-on Toffee 3
Author:bleedingangel84
Beta: None
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Rimming, Language, Sexual content
Word Count: 365
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
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hogwarts365 Prompt 355-Xylophone, Xenophilius Lovegood, Make a spell that starts with the letter “X”
Notes: Part 3 of this thing. This is only my second time ever writing a rimming scene, so please be constructive and if possible, kind in your criticism. Ron and Draco wanted to play again, so here you have it. I hope readers enjoy. And if not, feel free to tell me that as well. I apologise for the lateness of this, but I had familial obligations last week.
Summary: Ron puts the toffee to work.
“Be patient, Malfoy. Let me cast Xylophonicus Maxima first. I want to us to get each other off, not get you fired, yeah?”
“What is Xylophonicus Maxima? Or dare I ask?”
“It’s a spell I invented that replicates the sound of someone playing a xylophone very loudly.”
“That has to be the most absurd thing I’ve ever heard. You’re barmier than Xenophilius Lovegood. Why did you even invent such a ridiculous spell?”
“George bet me that I couldn’t invent a spell that starts with the letter ‘X’.” I had to prove him wrong.”
“I stand by my earlier statement. You are positively mental.”
“And yet you want me to fuck you with my tongue, don’t you?”
“That’s a better use for it than talking. Did you eat the toffee?”
“I most assuredly did.”
“Well then, cast your silly spell and get your tongue in me. Now.”
“Aren’t you demanding all of a sudden? I do believe a gag’s in order after all.”
Ron removed his tie, taking care that the makeshift gag didn’t hurt Draco. “Gods, I love it when you can’t talk back, Malfoy. You’re so much more agreeable this way.”
Draco didn’t speak a word, but shot Ron an unmistakably rude gesture with the middle finger of his right hand.
“Oh, was that a request? Later, perhaps. For now, we have a product to test, don’t we?” Ron taunted teasingly.
Draco groaned as he felt the cool air of their office against his twitching, needy hole, nearly squeaking as he felt Ron’s preternaturally long tongue playing against his sensitive pucker before sliding inside him with one slow thrust. “Oh my gods. I’m going to start a Weasley-worshiping religion. Right there. Faster. Damn. More.” Draco mumbled, sounding muffled.
Ron obeyed him enthusiastically, continuing until Draco shot a load of thick, white come, going lax as he released.
“Shall we tell George he’s got a winner here, you think?”
Draco punched his shoulder, Vanishing the tie so that he could speak clearly again. “Smugness doesn’t suit you, Weaselbee. But I do love that tongue of yours. It’s a miracle. Pass my compliments to George.”
“Don’t I get some of that credit?”
“Perhaps just a bit.”
Author:
bleedingangel84 Beta: None
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Rimming, Language, Sexual content
Word Count: 365
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Written for:
hogwarts365 Prompt 355-Xylophone, Xenophilius Lovegood, Make a spell that starts with the letter “X”Notes: Part 3 of this thing. This is only my second time ever writing a rimming scene, so please be constructive and if possible, kind in your criticism. Ron and Draco wanted to play again, so here you have it. I hope readers enjoy. And if not, feel free to tell me that as well. I apologise for the lateness of this, but I had familial obligations last week.
Summary: Ron puts the toffee to work.
“Be patient, Malfoy. Let me cast Xylophonicus Maxima first. I want to us to get each other off, not get you fired, yeah?”
“What is Xylophonicus Maxima? Or dare I ask?”
“It’s a spell I invented that replicates the sound of someone playing a xylophone very loudly.”
“That has to be the most absurd thing I’ve ever heard. You’re barmier than Xenophilius Lovegood. Why did you even invent such a ridiculous spell?”
“George bet me that I couldn’t invent a spell that starts with the letter ‘X’.” I had to prove him wrong.”
“I stand by my earlier statement. You are positively mental.”
“And yet you want me to fuck you with my tongue, don’t you?”
“That’s a better use for it than talking. Did you eat the toffee?”
“I most assuredly did.”
“Well then, cast your silly spell and get your tongue in me. Now.”
“Aren’t you demanding all of a sudden? I do believe a gag’s in order after all.”
Ron removed his tie, taking care that the makeshift gag didn’t hurt Draco. “Gods, I love it when you can’t talk back, Malfoy. You’re so much more agreeable this way.”
Draco didn’t speak a word, but shot Ron an unmistakably rude gesture with the middle finger of his right hand.
“Oh, was that a request? Later, perhaps. For now, we have a product to test, don’t we?” Ron taunted teasingly.
Draco groaned as he felt the cool air of their office against his twitching, needy hole, nearly squeaking as he felt Ron’s preternaturally long tongue playing against his sensitive pucker before sliding inside him with one slow thrust. “Oh my gods. I’m going to start a Weasley-worshiping religion. Right there. Faster. Damn. More.” Draco mumbled, sounding muffled.
Ron obeyed him enthusiastically, continuing until Draco shot a load of thick, white come, going lax as he released.
“Shall we tell George he’s got a winner here, you think?”
Draco punched his shoulder, Vanishing the tie so that he could speak clearly again. “Smugness doesn’t suit you, Weaselbee. But I do love that tongue of yours. It’s a miracle. Pass my compliments to George.”
“Don’t I get some of that credit?”
“Perhaps just a bit.”