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Title: Bite
Author: ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
scary_sushi
Prompt: Taming
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 100
“Haa… Haa… W-Weasley, s-since you’ve d-decided on it, then d-do it properly…”
Ron doesn’t bother pointing out that, if Draco’s panting --stuttering-- then he’s already halfway to shutting the smaller man up. His hands stop tugging at Dracos’ cock to massage his exposed arse till the skin is pink and burning. Draco’s tongue is messy against his throat, puffs of damp air cooling the wetness left by his open mouth.
He knows he’s won when teeth sink into shoulder, sharp -- painful, as Draco muffles his whimper and rides Ron’s fingers smoothly. Ron feels the bruises rise up and he’s proud.
Title: Rescued
Author: scary_sushi
Prompt: Chocolate
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
“Scorpius, settle down.” MiniMalfoy’s face was blotchy with tears, his nose running. Ron covered the shivering boy with his cloak, his comforting hands running over the six-year-old’s limbs, smoothing the dirty hair back.
“…Th-thcared.”
Draco Malfoy’s son had a lisp. “The bad wizard’s gone, Scorp. It’s over now.”
“Thcorp,” Scorpius giggled, and Ron melted. Patting his pockets, he presented a silver-wrapped square to MiniMalfoy.
“My son --Hugo-- he loves those. Wanna try’em? It’s chocolate.”
The brown stains around Scorpius’s mouth gave them both away. “Weasley! My child’s teeth!” -- “Papa!” then there were tears.
This made his job worthwhile.
Title: Compliment
Author: scary_sushi
Prompt: Fingers
Rating: R
Word Count: 100
A/N: Only dialogue. I've never tried anything like this before.
“Your hands. I love your hands.”
“I thought you ‘loved’ another part of my anatomy. A part that’s currently sore and I’d prefer you not stroke right now, Weasley. Hands off.”
“Shut up, Malfoy. I was complimenting you… Well, your hands, really.”
“Well, hurry up and stop blabbing. I’d like some sleep.”
“It’s your fingers. All thin and elegant … Nails always clean… Web’s soft…”
“Fuck. Weasley, fuck… Sto--stop licking them, I’ll need another shower…”
“See, Malfoy… I can suck them… Lick them… Mak’em leave marks… You like marking me, aye?”
“B-be silent, Weasel…”
“Your lips, Malfoy-- Giv’em here…”
Title: Visit
Author:scary_sushi
Prompt: White
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
A/N: I hope this is understandable. 100 words is so short, dammit.
He's here to visit Percy -- since Fred, he's not taking any chances. It's not that Percy isn't of an all right sort either; he really is.
But it's difficult, seeing him lying all alone in all that white, with all his Weasley freckles washed out. Ron strokes the auburn hair and tells his brother about the children for an hour then steps outside when the sting in his eyes is too much.
He sits besides Malfoy in the hall. The other man's eyes are red too, and Ron knows it won't be long till both of them don't return.
Title: Player
Author:scary_sushi
Prompt: Blind
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
"Yes, may I help?"
"M-Malfoy?"
Draco’s pointy face scrunches up. He feels his desk until he finds and perches thin glasses on the bridge of his nose.
"Weasley."
The six foot five muscled form drops into the only other chair in the small office, Weasley's hand running through fiery locks. Well, that hasn't changed.
Everything else has.
Weasly sighs. "Look, they told me here was the best place to manage all the money I have."
Weasley here is the Puddlemere keeper, making six figures a year. Draco swallows back bile.
"I am the best, Weasley. Sign this for Scorpius first."
Title: 'Yes'es and Understandings
Author: scary_sushi
Prompts: In order -- Under my Skin, Dare, Truth, Hermione, Share, Apology, Checkmate
Rating: overall NC-17
Word Count: 7 x 100
A/N: Drabbles are linked and should be read in order. I don't know how IC R and/or D still are. Struggled with this big time and still am not satisfied.
“Malfoy… You asleep?”
“Weasley, post-coital bliss is not to be interrupted. Please shut up.”
Ron sighs. The man in his arms might have been pliant a few moments ago, but Draco is already scooting away, back tense and inching farther from Ron, skin glowing eerily in the darkness. At least Ron held him a bit longer this time.
Draco. He can’t say it out loud of course, because he doesn’t even know if he can pronounce it without a snigger, but -- Draco. He’s fallen into bed with Draco Malfoy more than once already.
He’s fallen into something all right.
*~*~*~*~*
“Malfoy, we need to talk.”
“Merlin, Weasley. You’re worse than a woman.”
Ron tightens his arms around the sharp frame and burrows his face in the sweaty blond strands. He’s blushing. “You always bottom?”
Draco jerks. “Concerned? Your cock’s always fine up my arse, and as long as I’m willing…”
“You’re willing all right.” Ron mouths the alabaster shoulder. “You’re avoiding the question.”
“Why are you interested, Weasley?” Draco’s sneer is especially loud, breaking the usual truce-or-at-least-no-insults-silence after their shags. “Thinking of me in you, with your arse filled and your insides full? Thinking of turning into a real poofter?”
*~*~*~*~*
“Weasley, you’re hardening. It’s disconcerting.”
“Shut up, Malfoy.” Ron holds Draco tighter and wills his erection away. The thought of Draco pounding into him…
“You do want me to fuck you -- Want me to fuck you. Want me to fuck you, Weasley.”
This might be the closest thing to surprise Ron’s ever heard in the smaller man’s voice. “Yes, damn it.” His voice is raspy like broken glass. “Yes, yes, yes. Draco, yes. Please.”
Draco has gone frighteningly still between Ron’s hands, his breathing loud in the silence left by Ron’s words.
He still has his back to Ron.
*~*~*~*~*
“Ron, what’s wrong with you? Stop fidgeting and sit properly.”
Ron wonders how it’s possible Hermione sounds more and more like his mother. The only step she could take in going further would be to call him Ronald. “Rough night,” he answers, clipped.
Draco had been rough; Ron had never been fucked before and it had hurt, Dracos’ cock not very thick but reaching too deep inside him, violent thrusts against his prostate making him claw bloodily at Draco’s back. His breathing quickens slightly at the memory and his arse throbs.
They’ve not set to meet again. Ron feels empty.
*~*~*~*~*
“Shagging me put you off.”
“Weasley!” Draco hisses, bolting from behind his desk to slam his office door. “Don’t you bloody know about discretio--”
“Why,” Ron cuts him off. “I want to know why it was such a turn-off for you. We haven’t,” he stumbles on his words, “you’ve not contacted me since.”
Draco isn’t looking at him. He seems tired, his shoulders slumped under his tidy but worn-out robes. After Voldemort, the Malfoy fortune has rapidly dwindled. The Minister sits in a chair probably bought by Malfoy money.
It makes Ron sick.
“I was your first. I can’t-- ”
*~*~*~*~*
“You called me Draco.” Malfoy laughs and it’s broken-sounding. Strange. “No one does anymore.”
“Has it occurred to you that I bloody asked you to do me, you git?” Ron says to Draco’s nape. The other man is unresponsive, letting Ron wrap his arms around his middle and rest his nose in the blond hair. “I wanted you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me. I want you. Bloody idiot Slytherin… Still love your pale arse though. Want to pound into it whenever I see you, make you moan--”
“Stop, Ron, stop--” Draco comes. It's been too long.
*~*~*~*~*
“I didn’t even touch you.”
“S-shut it, Weasley.” Ron is pressing Draco against the wall, shallow thrusts of his erect cock against Draco’s wool-clad arse. Their clothing chafes.
“Liked when you called me Ron better.” Ron bites an exposed earlobe, getting a few blond hairs in his mouth. “I want to go back to shagging you, but now I’m calling you Draco and you agree to fuck me sometimes.”
“I-I can’t t-think when y-you… Stop m-movi--” Draco’s hard again.
“Just say ‘yes’.” Ron’s hand palms Draco through the wool, firm and a little rough. “Say ‘yes’, Draco.”
“Yes.”
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