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This has got to be a bad joke. When he arrived at the set, he was supposed to meet one of his usual co – stars. He preferred someone in his age group to older men say in their forties or fifties. It made him feel unclean because it felt like he was fucking some of his father’s old associates.
There was one particular occurrence where a Polyjuiced co – star had taken on likeness of his imprisoned father. Draco was repulsed beyond measure, but it was his side job. A very, very lucrative side job and he got on with it without making a fuss, he even climaxed on his ‘father’s’ long hair. The producers and sponsors were into some weird kinks, apparently.
As it turned out, horny witches and wizards had enjoyed occasional taboo episodes featuring incest. Draco also knew he wasn’t the only porn star who had dabbled in this particular kind of sinful videos. Oh, even the Golden Boy himself was shooting AV’s and some old friend of his parents had saved some nail clippings (gross) of Potter’s long dead parents. Needless to say, Draco had skipped on Potter’s reunion porn flick vid. He casually bought some video cassettes featuring some of his colleagues or people he knew as they worked in the same circles. He unashamedly walked up to the cashiers in Diagon Alley and got himself regularly some new tapes for his ever growing library of porn movies.
Draco had always believed in supporting his fellow men and women as he boasted quite a collection of cassettes in his bedroom. In majority of them the Weasel dubbed ‘Breeder’ (by the loving fans and sponsors) was the main star and true to his name, he never left without plugging up his co – stars with his bountiful amount of cum. Draco had watched some of the best series multiple times as he brought himself to completion just as the redhead was shooting his load inside the willing bodies underneath or above him.
With him being such a huge fan of his craft, it was safe to say Draco was flabbergasted when already stark naked Ron was prepping his hole, working himself open with his fingers, shiny with lube. Draco swallowed thickly, feeling like he just hit the jackpot and won the fucking lottery.
Tonight he was supposed to film a cliché explicit scene with Finch – Fletchley, but this is far more better because he’s getting to fuck Ron Weasley after he lusted after him (secretly) since they were still students at Hogwarts.
Wait, wasn’t Fletchley supposed to fuck him? So this task will now fall to Weasley. He’ll fuck him with that perfect dick and Draco will get to feel for himself if his nickname wasn’t a lie to boost his ego. Either way, Draco liked where this was going.
He greeted the camera crew and after he exchanged some pleasantries with the executive director, Draco went to the locker room to put away his things and to change into the clothes he was provided. As he was sliding down his boxers, the redhead, gloriously naked had entered. “Hello, Draco. Justin had to cancel last minute due to family emergency and I was free and nearby. I hope you don’t mind I am as they say ‘tagging in’ to be his substitute?”
Did he mind? He dreamed of working together with him! This was a dream come true; his dick had happily bounced to life, filling as Ron’s blue eyes scrutinized his face, sliding lower. The redhead licked his lips. “I don’t mind, Weasley,” he deadpanned as he didn’t bother to hide himself from Ron’s gaze. They’ll be really close soon, closer than they’ve been since the war ended.
“Do you need help with that? We can’t start filming with you already so raring to go,” the redhead commented, approaching. Draco’s lips curled into a smirk. “A private preview, Weasley? My, I feel special. Do all the boys and girls get their dicks and pussies serviced by you before you begin filming?” He inquired, jokingly, though he hoped in the deepest reaches of his jaded heart that Ron didn’t proposition other co – stars of either gender in the locker room.
He was slammed against the lockers and the cool surface in contact with his skin made him shiver, but then the redhead had pressed himself against him. Gyrating his hips, he began obscenely grinding and with every move, Ron’s slicked cock had lined up with his own; Draco bit his lips to keep himself from moaning like a cheap alley strumpet.
Ron however didn’t bother restraining his voice, he moaned. Increasingly with more insistence, their cocks rubbed together and Draco’s nipples felt like they were aflame with the friction of Ron’s chest. “Weasley, oh my fucking god –“ Draco rasped, because such a simple act had no business being this good. “Call me by my name or I’ll stop and I’ll go home.” To make his point, the feisty redhead stopped moving altogether.
No! He wanted to cum! He needed to cum!
He whined, taking their dicks in his fist, furiously resuming to pump them both. Draco could say his fucking first name if he was hung up on it, but nobody threatens and then edges Draco Malfoy! The sound and the smell of the other man’s faint sweat were turning him on even further. “You’d better stay and fuck me, W- Ron. I want to wake up tomorrow and wince as I still feel you inside me whenever I sit down,” Draco replied unabashedly. Years of performing sexual acts with former classmates and strangers alike, he was emotionally numbed in terms of shame.
Porn stars had no need of embarrassment and other such unnecessary emotions. The AV business was cut – throat and not for the faint of heart. Some people quit after they found someone. Draco had mourned loss of good shag which left him pleasantly sore for days. The day Longbottom and Pansy got married he mourned the fact that he will never sleep with them again. Their last threesome video from four years ago was one of his finest works; the fans definitely thought so.
“You really know how to flatter and butter up a guy, Draco,” he bit as all it took was a few more, drawn out tugs and they were coming. Over their bellies and Draco shuddered, holding on for dear life as the aftershock of their high was still going. Draco groaned as he milked them to the last drop, jerking his wrist like a man possessed.
Their spent was everywhere now as Ron casually spread their cooling semen over his lower belly. He dipped his thumb in and then, with full knowledge that Draco was watching him he made a show of licking the semen coated thumb clean.
His heart rate was slowing down to normal tempo, but the tightness in his chest persisted, for Weasley – Ron hasn’t answered if he did this for all co – stars or he could hope this meant something for him, because it sure as hell meant something for Draco.
Of course, he wasn’t going to propose they start a relationship, only mawkish Gryffindors and wear – my – heart – on – a – sleeve Hufflepuffs would hope this wasn’t simply Ron’s way of making him comfortable. Draco picked up his clothes from the floor and he shoved those last pieces of his apparel in the spacious locker, next to his bag. Without further ado he spelled himself and then Ron clean with a few charms. Then he put his wand back in his bag. “Thanks. Must be quite handy to be able to cast nonverbally. Though I’m not surprised, you were the second smartest in our year,” Ron commented, heading for a locker where he presumably put his things away earlier. “So, how is your girlfriend? Does she approve of your gig?” Draco asked, notably irate by the redhead’s nonchalance as he was getting dressed in the prop clothes – which consisted of a black toga and sandals. Draco was shrugging on white toga and boots with garish heart symbol emblazoned on the back. The second part of his prop was a small bow, which was supposed to complete his look.
This month the theme was lust and greek myths. He had half hoped to be roleplaying as Theseus and some co – star with a large cock (of which he had plenty to choose from) would play the big and brawny Minotaur. To his (minor) disappointment he was playing Eros and his partner would be some unnamed mortal. Draco read the script on the way here. It was so bad that it was actually good. He’d never shot a scene with sex pollen trope before. Draco knew the camera crew will be sprinkling lust potion in the air to make it seem real.
Not that either of them would need it, but there was only so much muggle visual effects could do in the final magical part of polishing an AV - and that was editing.
Draco tsked as the straps of the toga were exceedingly annoying, the clips did little to hold the whole ridiculous getup together. “Let me help you,” Ron offered as he scrutinized Draco’s (losing) battle with his costume. Draco stood there tetchily as Ron playfully stood directly behind him, leaning in and Draco felt the redhead’s hot breath ghost over the nape of his neck.
He stood completely still, regulating his breathing as Draco fell on old habits of occluding; they can’t be late to their own shooting just because Ron’s presence was doing things to him. “…worry. I broke up with Hermione because she’s serious about pursuing her political reforms and well, she can’t be dating someone like me. You and I are too high – profile to remain unpopular in our line of work. I can’t quit my day job as George needs my help in the store nor am I willing to quit this second job just yet. I am having sex regularly and it’s so fucking good, pun intended and I get paid, too. What’s not to like about filming AV movies?”
Draco scoffed, rolling his eyes at Ron’s excessive flow of honesty. It sounded exactly like what he’s told himself time and time again, as he went back home to his childhood home to stay alone with the ghosts of past. Money and sex were good enough motivators for most of people working in the same circles, but sometimes it made Draco’s skin crawl as discontent little voice kept bugging him to stop selling his body for cheap ‘fame’ and emotionless sex and settle down, to find somebody.
But who’d want him? He’s damaged goods; the ugly skull tattoo is not fading anytime soon. Any potential lover will balk and run at first opportunity when they realize he was a Death Eater, which again won’t be too far – fetched. It had happened once, his fiancé Astoria Greengrass had gotten pregnant by some French asshole just so she didn’t have to marry him. She had the gall to send him invitation to her shotgun wedding, which he binned. He pretended he wasn’t hurt and he wanted to feel something else than anger and despondence, so he signed up for this whole professional sex for money in front of a bunch of strangers shtick. At that time Draco reasoned this was his only chance to feel alive, wanted.
As time progressed and he filmed more and more AV’s, everyone knew who he was, even those who weren’t horny middle aged aunties with thirteen cats or dotty, lonely shop owners, wanting to spice up their lives even by proxy of watching pornographic content.
He had fans, anti – fans and inevitably, crazy stalkers. Draco had dealt with all three variants of slightly batty people according to the intent with which they approached him. He shook hands with the more polite fans, gave out autographs even. Draco had ignored the anti – fans and he always incinerated any fan mail he received, assuming all of those letters came with ill intentions. Howlers were blocked out automatically by the old family wards. God bless the Malfoys of old for their foresight. The last kind and the most dangerous type his side job lured in were the stalkers and to them, Draco showed no mercy. He confounded them and he was forced to Obliviate more than twenty nutters who wanted to kidnap him for nefarious reasons.
Draco wanted to stay and to leave simultaneously. He was pondering his chances of leaving without offending the whole filming crew (especially the director, who turned out to be Creevey’s paternal uncle) and trying not to think of Ron’s hands, unnecessarily smoothing over the straps he secured earlier with his palms. Draco felt the few calluses lightly ghosting over his shoulders and then Ron got more adventurous, trailing pads of his thumb and index fingers over his bicep. A short knock brought an abrupt end to his reverie as both of them glimpsed at a member of camera crew. “We’re ready to begin, Mr. Weasley, Mr. Malfoy,” the plump woman with dreadlocks told them quietly and Draco nodded, grateful for the timely rescue.
“Thanks, Janice. We’ll be on set momentarily,” Draco announced with a precise composed tone, decorous on purpose so Ron would stop feeling him up in front of that small woman with Spanish roots. Her smug, knowing gaze as she saw them had set off Draco’s inborn paranoia of being obviously transparent with his feelings.
Had he not buried those pointless dreams of living a normal life? He gave up on approaching Ron back in school when they came back for Eight Year. He watched from sidelines how everyone was getting paired off with someone. Draco remembered that sinking feeling in his chest when Blaise told him that Ron is seeing Granger with intention of marriage. The obdurate pit between them grew infinitely wider until it resembled the fucking Mariana Trench and then Mr. Greengrass had approached him with a political marriage offer.
And then that little bitch had broken the contract and Draco was reminded of the fact that name Malfoy was vilified and reviled by the masses and no amount of money could erase people’s perception of his family. It didn’t matter that Draco had not fought at the final battle nor did it matter that his mother, now living in Estonia had saved Potter’s life and basically saved Great Britain from that madman’s clutches.
All everyone saw was the tattoo on his left forearm. His entire identity outside of investment deals and his nighttime job revolved around that cursed skull etched in his skin. On some days Draco had a mind to lob off his arm.
Half the time Draco took to disguising the Dark Mark with a glamour charm, but there were days when he just didn’t care as public had shunned all children of Death Eaters so whether he hid the accursed Dark Mark or flounced it in the open, it didn’t matter to the wider wizarding society. After war was over, clerks at shops in Diagon Alley and even Tom in Leaky Cauldron told him that he and his kind were not welcome in their establishments.
Draco was too stunned to argue back with anyone of those people. What would it change? They might think him aggressive and call a squad of Aurors to haul him off to Azkaban, where his father was becoming more and more a shadow of his former self with every passing day. He frowned at the direction of his gloomy thoughts. He’s not morose yet, just disillusioned.
He picked up the replica bow and then he strut out of the locker room. Draco looked at the changed studio. The props looked like live, real trees. The flooring underneath his feet has changed, too. Well, it looked like the director went for authenticity once more.
Heavy – footed steps bound toward him and Janice went to take her place beside the director. The director, a tall blond man with strong jaw waved them over. “Are you two ready? Draco, you must have heard of Ron –“
“Actually we know each other, we went to Hogwarts together.”
The director clasped his hands together jovially. “That’s great. Though I gotta ask, are you comfortable working together?”
“Yes, we are, Alex,” Draco said, including Ron in his reply and he didn’t disprove that statement, thankfully.
“What he said, I’ve heard only good things about Draco’s work from others. I’m happy to be here and I’m infinitely grateful for the opportunity to be his co – star,” Ron responded, sounding awfully cheery behind him. The prospect of them resuming what they started in the lockers was hanging in the air between them, like a promise Draco wasn’t aware he made with the redhead.
But, it was only logical that this was bound to happen someday. They had slept with everyone in the business, male or female and there was one trans guy once, too. Their paths would cross and honestly, this was exactly what he was hoping for after his first year working this job.
“Alright, let’s get this show on the road then! You have memorized your scripts, right? Did you have enough time, since you’re here as last minute replacement for Justin?” Alex asked, flashing a mischievous grin at them.
“I memorized everything. I don’t have too many lines this time, which is great because well, I am too excited and I fear I might have botched the shoot if I had too many lines,” Ron admitted somewhat sheepishly and Draco didn’t know what to make of that admission.
Was Ron also looking forward to finally exhausting the long line of co – stars until the day came when they would be shooting an AV together?
“Splendid. Seamus is already on the set, in front of that tree,” Alex pointed at the far end tall cedar tree and heavily disguised Finnigan in a ridiculous costume with goat legs and even a tail was touching the small horns attached on his head, presumably charmed to hold with a sticking charm for the duration of this movie shooting.
Make – up artists, Rodney and Helen hauled them aside to apply some lipstick, eye shadow and eye liner so they wouldn’t look too plain in comparison with Finnigan whose entire face was painted and he even sported a transfigured goat – like features. Once their faces were properly powdered and beautified, Draco has squared up his shoulders and he went where he was told to wait.
Ron went to his starting point as he was instructed to start happily frolic in the forest as soon as the camera and sound crews had confirmed all equipment is on and functioning properly.
“Can we start? Is everyone ready?” Alex inquired, raising his voice so everyone in the studio could hear him.
A few moments passed and Draco waited for his cue that the cameras were indeed rolling. The bow was too light; and he knew it was just a prop but he would have liked to shoot with a real one, just this once. Though, even the arrows were props, to avoid injuries on set so yeah. Draco is getting mentally prepared for what the shoot had in store for him. He gripped the bow with determination as thunderous call of ‘action!’ reached his ears.
Draco was ready for this. He’ll get a taste of how it is to be inside the redhead’ taut, muscled body as he slides his cock in that stretched hole. He didn’t get to stretch though as he was supposed to take Ron’s cock without any prep. Folks love watching a good creampie and the Breeder better live up to his hard – earned reputation.
Ron’s encroaching long steps had given him ample time to raise the prop bow with the already set thin golden prop arrow, keeping it parallel with his shoulders, leveled and straight as he waited patiently for Ron to appear.
The script said to shoot as soon as he appears in his line of vision (Draco was hiding behind gnarled tree with giant, sticking out roots in some places) and that Ron will dodge and tackle him, hard.
His rebellious cock was getting excited just by the mere thought of being toppled over by the strapping redhead. As soon as the coppery mop of hair came close enough, Draco considered it as his cue to start filming in earnest. He released the golden prop arrow and then, Ron had expertly evaded by rolling toward him as the arrow only grazed some seditious sticking out hair; it swooshed and lodged in a tree.
Seeing Ron’s face scrunched up with bafflement and the infamous bad temper, Draco to wonder whether the ginger was playing along according to the script or he got a bit too much in character. Either way, he was getting his wish of getting thoroughly shagged.
He wasn’t prepared to land so roughly on his back as breath got momentarily knocked out of him. Draco was forced to let go of the prop bow when Ron had pinned his hands on either side, sporting a frown. Right then. Best get to it.
Draco headbutted him with all his might and Ron growled, his blue eyes burned with rage. Draco was internally screaming as they started fighting. They had traded a few blows (though lacking real intent) and Draco had chomped down hard on Ron’s right hand, leaving behind indents of his teeth in the flesh of that palm. When Ron had bit his neck in retaliation a (unscripted) involuntary moan had made it past his grit teeth somehow.
To mask his embarrassment, he had finally wrested control back to himself and Draco had flipped them. Now he sat astride the ginger, whose eyes were blown wide in astonishment. Time to seal the deal, he though as he leaned down to capture Ron’s lips in a brutal, bruising kiss. The redhead fought back, of course. He tried to regain lost control over the situation by biting and scratching those finger nails along Draco’s arms and any little part of exposed flesh.
That part had to be real and Draco knew his skin would need a lot of healing potions to get rid of blemishes and marks Ron will leave behind on his body before they’re done.
And then (also according perfectly to the script) they got frozen by magic. A stage hand used temporary body binding charms on them and they were selling it off as work of the giggling goat man creature, whistling as he approached them, seemingly out of nowhere.
“Am I interrupting? Oh. Who do I spy with my eye? You’ve getting a bit sloppy, Master Eros. To be caught off guard by a puny mortal and now you let yourself be frozen in such a compromising position on top of that man’s delectable body. What should I do with you? Hm, Master Eros~” Finnigan sing – songed gregariously, the hooves of his goat – like legs clacked as he halted, standing above them.
The glint in those eyes spelled danger and mischief. If Draco didn’t know this was part of the AV, he wouldn’t be able to remain so calm.
Draco was unable to move his body and the trapped cock under his butt was enough to make him drool, but instead of flaunting his mawkish (plus very much real) feelings, he settled to sticking to the bloody script. “Pan. Should have known you’d be here. Let me go, you oaf. I’m simply performing my duties and you interrupted me,” he snarled, flashing a dangerous smile at the man beneath him, but due to their very restricted circumstances, Draco was facing the baffled ginger.
“I will, all in due time. Before that, however I ask that you indulge my whim. I want to play a little game of guessing with you two. Here, I’ll unfreeze the mortal’s mouth, too,” Finnigan snapped with his fingers and the stage hand had lifted the binding only so much that Ron could talk and frantically search with his gaze for the perpetrator, sneering at them.
Pan smirked crookedly. “Answer me correctly three times and I’ll let you go. Fail just once and you’ll be punished. Does that sound good?”
“Fuck no! I don’t care if you’re a fucking Titan, freshly escaped from pits of Tartarus or some lousy forest goat – fucker. LET ME GO!” Ron screamed snappily, glowering at Finnigan. “Hm, is that anyway to talk to someone who could snap your tiny little neck for such impertinence?
Draco glared at the goat – man. “Fine. Ask your asinine riddles and get this over with,” he retorted, conjuring the signature contemptuous Malfoy ™ smirk he learned at young age from his father.
Finnigan, or should he say Pan laughed. “Very well. My first question is: What is yours but others use it more than you do?”
Even without the script, he would have figured out the answer. It was ridiculously easy; even a kid would figure it out. “My name.” He shot back a reply, glaring harder at Finnigan who approvingly clapped. “That one was easy on purpose. My next question is: What comes next in the sequence 1 3 4 7 11?”
Draco pretended to be stumped, even though he knew the answer. It was the good old Fibonacci sequence. Ron spoke up after a while of contemplative, uneasy silence. “It’s 18. Next question, my legs are getting asleep and this guy is heavy.”
Wow! How rude. He didn’t have any fat on his body. Draco took care of his body as if it was a temple to be worshipped. Granted, he couldn’t really get angry at the redhead for saying what he was paid to say while his prick was just so perfectly position between his buttocks.
Finnigan paced back and forth, twirling a non – existent mustache like some third rate villain in a B – movie. He spun around dramatically. Draco decidedly didn’t like that smirk on Finnigan’s smug face. “All right then, riddle me this. No man has seen it, but all men know it. Lighter than air, sharper than any sword. Comes from nothing, but will fell the strongest armies. Of what do I speak?”
“Only a cretin living in the woods would get stumped by such stupid riddle,” Draco reacted pithily with real condescension in his voice. “H – Hey, you take that back you handsome but infuriating bow guy!” Ron screamed in outrage and in protest.
Draco smirked widely. “Ignorance won’t save you from the cupid’s arrow, but I thank you nonetheless for voicing that I’m gorgeous. Now then, back to you, Pan,” he looked up at Finnigan. “The answer is hunger.”
“You got that right, young master. Well done. But, you were supposed to answer incorrectly and since you’re still at my mercy, I’ll punish you anyway,” Finnigan told them, rubbing his hands together as he smiled wickedly.
“Not fair! We answered everything correctly! You liar! Cheat!” Ron screamed as indignation warped his face into a livid grimace and he was getting harder. Oh, Salazar’s crinkly balls. When the stage hands start sprinkling that potion around them, the redhead’s heavy cock will be solid hard. It will take every ounce of willpower to not slip a hand underneath and impale himself on Ron’s shaft.
He couldn’t forget they were doing this for money and in Draco’s case out of boredom nowadays. It was hard to fake professionalism when Draco’s traitorous heart hammered in his ribcage violently.
None of the frankly magnificent sex was performed with any romantic feelings and presence of cameras and other people constantly reminded him that whatever connection he felt with his current co – star were fleeting at best. He won’t get lucky like Pansy and marry a stud like Neville.
Nobody wants to live with an ex Death Eater scum.
Draco schooled his rapidly falling expression back into a supercilious leer. He’s still on the set, filming. He can see a stage hand peeking at them with several flasks dangling in his hand. This wasn’t the best time for lamenting his poor life choices.
Finnigan snapped his fingers again and another member of the stage crew had unfrozen them with a quietly murmured ‘Finite Incantatem’ which would be cut out of audio later. Something moist – droplets of the potion he presumed were being spread smartly around them in a cluster formation.
Ron sputtered and coughed, throwing Draco off as soon as they were released from the full body binding charm. “What is this stuff?! Why is it getting so hot so quickly? What’s happening?!” The panic in his voice sounded real, but Draco knew now that this was all just part of performance. Even the nice handjob in locker room was part of that. He was a proper sappy fool.
Fine, at least he’ll have a memory of this day. He’ll treasure it and keep it safe under a lock of his messy mind.
Draco breathed in the lust potion, he even stuck out his tongue. More droplets wet his tongue. Ron had his tongue out, too. But that wasn’t the only thing boldly sticking out.
Ron had hiked the toga higher up his legs so his glorious if a bit weepy prick was jutting out and Draco gulped. Oh dear god. He’s supposed to stick his dick in Ron first and shag him senseless – or attempt to at least until Ron overpowers him.
His own cock is so hard to the point he feels like his balls will rupture if he doesn’t do anything soon. So he draws close to the flushed redhead, the pupils in his blue eyes are blown. He puts his hands around a freckled shoulder and the other around even more freckled waist as he pushes Ron toward a sturdy looking three. Draco spins him around and Ron glances at him like a deer caught in the headlights.
Somehow, that gets blood pumping to his cock and Draco kicks Ron’s legs apart and he’s pressing himself against him, rubbing his cock on the left ass cheek, then he moves to the right one, dragging it along the freckled round globe. Finnigan in the meantime made himself scarce, laughing his ass off as he disappeared out of sight. Draco barely registered he left and he likely wouldn’t notice if the director told them to stop. He was too far gone to stop and this might be his only chance to be so close to Ron in his wretched life.
Repeating what he did earlier, Draco held Ron’s hands in a vice grip as he slid his cock between the ass cheeks. “Pan played a practical joke on us. We’re inhaled a lethal dose of poison which causes sexual distress. I will be fine soon, but a mortal such as yourself will die if I don’t administer an antidote before the poison spreads to your whole body,” Draco said breathily and the body in front of his shuddered. “Antidote? What kind? You don’t mea – Aagh!” Draco slipped in that crevice with ease. He enjoyed himself for a few moments, committing this glorious feeling of being one with Ron to his memory; then he snapped his hips forward and he drew a moan/sob from the redhead. The thing was, the next moan was definitely not one of discomfort.
“Ah! What are you doing?! That’s – I’m not a woman!”
Draco smirked. “Oh, I know you’re male, believe me. You should thank me, mortal. I’m saving your life. Once you spray your juices the poison will dissipate to nothing in your bloodstream. It’s a great party trick for demifolk. Not so much fun for perishable people like you though. Now stand still and let me have my fill; it’s been a while since I took a man.”
But Ron started fighting back, struggling to escape from the hold Draco had over him. He pushed back against the cock lodged deep in his ass in his effort and both men made some small noises as the friction was heavenly. Draco’s balls slapped against the firm buttocks as he buried himself deeper and deeper inside while Ron was breathing heavier and struggling to break free.
Getting lost in the silky warmness, Draco (almost) forgot about the coming reversal. Ron finally managed to free his right hand, which he balled up in a fist and he attempted to hit Draco square in the jaw, but due to the angle and position, he only hit the edge of his shoulder. But it was enough. He recoiled and his cock slipped out of the beforehand lubed alluring little hole. Next thing he knew, Draco was pressed up around the tree. The bark was rough and itchy.
Ron’s hands hungrily roamed up his toga, lifting it up so now he too was fully exposed with his cock, balls and ass visible. Draco pretended to be appalled as he was lifted up in the air, sandwiched between the tree and Ron who had entered him at last. Pain and pleasure became one as Draco instinctively hitched his legs around Ron’s lower back. He thrust, penetrating so deep that Draco’s toes curled at the exquisite feeling of being so thoroughly plugged up by Ron’s monster dick. He moaned, throwing his head back as Ron set a punishing, slow pace, drawing out their coupling. Draco gasped as the thick cock inside him brushed his prostate and Ron used that opportunity to kiss him roughly. It was messy; all teeth and no grace and it was perfect. As they were kissing the redhead battered his prostate with precise, excruciatingly slow thrusts and jabs.
Draco whimpered inside Ron’s mouth as the sensual assault continued. He wounded his arms around his neck and Ron pounded his hole. “I’m going to spill my load inside. Be a good chap and hold still.”
He didn’t reply, but his pleasured moans as Ron had increased the tempo must have been heard even outside of the studio. Draco dug his nails into the flesh of Ron’s broad back, but it wasn’t enough. Nothing after this experience could satisfy him and with that heartbreaking split second thought he whined consistently in time with the sequence of their fucking.
Ron dove in for a kiss, this one somehow became even more erotic as lewd noises of the thick prick banging the blond’s hole were driving them further along to the inevitable crescendo. When Ron deemed his swollen lips were fun to nibble on, Draco began meeting those fast snapping hips halfway. “I can’t hold on any longer… here it comes!”
“YES! Do it!!” Draco cried out as Ron’s girth, buried deep in his quivering asshole secreted sizzling, hot like lava cum which flooded his insides. Draco’s own orgasm came just about five seconds later as his cock squirted thick ropes of come on Ron’s lower belly and some soiled the blond’s chest, too.
Ron kept on pumping his full load to the point where Draco could swear his flat stomach was a bit inflated. Draco milked the beet - red redhead for every last drop of his seed, clenching around the length still gushing and clogging up his ass so wonderfully.
In that moment Draco knew he’d never experience anything more perfect than this feeling of being in Ron’s strong embrace, sated and so gloriously full to the brim with another man’s ejaculation.
His lizard brain was well – fucked and woozy as he faintly registered the redhead had indeed pulled out that glorious dick from his hole, which immediately ached at the loss.
Ah right, the finale with the shocking twist was coming up next. His ‘magic trick’ which would heavily imply Eros gained a bedmate to please him with that monstrous dick. Ron smoothed down their togas, which had once more covered their bits.
Draco grabbed Ron’s chin and he forced him to look in his eyes. The special effects of different eye color would be added later. Ron met his gaze. “I like you. I think I’ll keep you around as my well – endowed lover. What do you say, darling?”
Ron’s eyes widened and his expression slackened till it became a bit stoic, to imply he was being influenced by Eros’ seductive, mesmerizing inherent magic. “I’d love nothing more than to pleasure and serve someone so beautiful, my lord Eros,” he muttered softly, stroking Draco’s cheek lovingly and with deference of something precious, to be protected.
Now to end this charade, he thought glumly as he pressed his lips on top of the red curls of Ron’s messy hair. He gently grabbed his palm and a stage hand on standby summoned the bow right into his hand. They had strolled hand in hand forward, zig – zagging between the tall trees. As they made it to the last tree, Alex yelled the one word Draco dreaded to hear, for it only hastened his heartbreak.
“Cut!”
Draco sighed and he winced as he realized he was sticky all over, sweat and cum and remnants of the lust potion made for a truly disgusting odor. His hands were a bit clammy and he glanced at Ron who showed no sign of being as tired out physically (and mentally) as Draco felt. In fact, the redhead squeezed his sweaty hand a bit harder. He was beaming at him. “That was fucking brilliant. I never let loose before, but with you it was like something clicked, like we clicked. If I may be so bold, would you like to meet up with me tomorrow, Draco? I know this great restaurant where they make the best French cuisine this side of London,” Ron looked at him innocently, like he didn’t nearly fuck Draco’s soul out of his body just a few minutes ago.
Draco must have misheard. Ron can’t be asking him out to lunch (or dinner) after what they did. Did he take out all his co – stars for a celebratory feast? Was he just another conquest, notch on his bedside post then? Did he feed the same story about clicking together to other co – stars?
People around them were clapping and Alex came over to nod at them with almost fatherly approval for a job well done. Draco did what anyone else would do in his position, moments away from breaking down; he spun round and darted to the locker room.
He didn’t even bother changing, he just grabbed his wand, bag and clothes and he disapparated right there and then. He reappeared in his cold bedroom in Wiltshire county, where he dropped on bed. Unbidden bitter tears spilled on the bedsheets.
It would be for the best if he stopped hoping for a happy ending.
Incessant tapping on the wooden frame of the long, elegant window woke him up. Draco sat up, rubbing his sore eyes. He had cried himself to sleep. That hasn’t happened since he was sixteen. He used to cry a lot during that time.
Frowning, Draco angled his neck to better see what sort of buffoon was making such a ruckus. As it turned out, it was an owl. A very small owl, bearing a folded piece of parchment. Somehow, that small fellow seemed familiar, but he couldn’t remember when he saw that owl nor who it belonged to. On unsteady legs he meandered to the windowsill and he opened the window slightly. The owl hooted excitedly, flying inside. It perched itself on Draco’s shoulder, lovingly chirping and preening his ear.
Draco smiled despite feeling like he was ran over twice by the Knight Bus. He relieved the small owl of the burden it brought with it and he unveiled the mysterious letter and read through its contents while the little bird on his shoulder was now cleaning his wing.
You ran off so quickly Draco. I’m worried that I had offended you by proposing we go out for a meal. I know I’m still me and you’re still you; that won’t change and I admit I like you just the way you’ve always been. You’ve probably mistakenly assumed something among the lines that I treat other people the same. First off, I do not preposition anyone else in locker rooms or anywhere else outside of this work. I wanted to bring you pleasure because I love seeing your face twisted in throes of pleasure. I like listening to your voice as you come, to your sweet moans. I liked kissing you, touching your bare skin at last. It felt gratifying; like I found the missing puzzle piece. You made me feel truly alive, for the first time since I started doing job. I won’t deny that the sex wasn’t eye – opening and mindblowing as I always thought it would be, but I’m not only after sexual release with you every now and then. The truth is, Draco that I joined this business of making porn movies because you were doing it, though I won’t refute that I joined to make some extra money on the side. So, today when there was an opening to be on set with you, I grabbed it. I want to get to know you. Not the annoying brat I knew at Hogwarts nor the established porn – star, for I know that is just another one of your masks you wear like a second skin. No, I want to get to know the real you, hidden underneath all that snippy exterior and snide comments you make to keep others at arm’s length, away from you. If you want to meet me and talk about this some more, come to Sirène Chantante, it’s opposite of Scrivenshaft’s in Diagon Alley. I’ll be there between 5 to 8 pm, tomorrow. Please, do not dismiss this as a prank or cruel joke. I would never hurt you like that, unlike that cow who was your betrothed before she betrayed you. As for myself, I’ll tell you the full truth. Things weren’t working out with Hermione and I couldn’t love her the way she deserved, so when I took this side job, we broke up amicably. The only feeling left I have for her is deep respect. I hope you’ll come and meet me for that lovely dinner.
Yours forever, Ron
Draco’s hands trembled. He reread that letter written in Ron’s flowing scribble style, over and over to affirm this wasn’t his mind playing tricks on him.
This letter implied that Ron was nurturing affection for him. The same kind of profound fondness for that lovable ginger Draco was hiding since the war ended.
He turned the letter over and he noticed something scrawled near the bottom of parchment.
P.S. – Pig may be a bit too overexcited after delivering my letter to you. But since I like you so much, Pig will like you, too. If he cleans your ear, it means he really, really likes you. He only ever did that to me and my older brother, Charlie once. Just give Pig some owl treats and then he’ll leave on his own.
P.S.S. – Please come tomorrow, I made a reservation for us
Pig? Who names his personal owl after another animal species? There was a story behind that peculiar name. Draco chuckled as he patted the small owl’s feathers. “Well, lucky for you Pig I happen to have some owl treats on hand,” he addressed the owl. Pig hooted once, eagerly.
He folded the letter and he trudged up to his bed, where he deposited it on top of his crumpled clothes. He still hasn’t changed out of that toga and he hasn’t showered either. He should return the toga and boots, but that could wait until he was clean and his belly was full.
All of that had to be corrected as soon as this adorable little owl had snacked and left Draco to his own devices.
Draco went toward the pantry, located on the ground level of manor. He will make something light to eat later, he mused as he grabbed a box of owl treats. He opened the package and he scooped a decent amount in his palm. Ron’s owl descended and now directly ate from his hand.
After all treats were gobbled up by the ravenous small bird, Pig had extended one last hoot which could be taken as gratitude for feeding him before he spread his tiny wings and took flight. Draco ran ahead and he opened a kitchen window for him.
Watching the owl becoming a dot on the horizon, Draco realized that he was hopeful.
He should go tomorrow to meet Ron at that posh overpriced restaurant. It must have cost a small fortune just to book a reservation. And yet Ron booked it because he wanted to please him.
Truly, he was a lost cause. A romantic sap. Fortunately for him, Draco had a soft spot for lost causes. He walked back to his bedroom and he took a long shower, thinking of the lovely ginger man.
The restaurant was a bit too much and that was coming from him. It shouldn’t surprise anyone as the owners went to Beauxbatons and everything reflected on that. Decoration was over the top. He faintly recalled that one of Ron’s brothers married the woman who participated in that silly tournament during the fourth year.
Draco swatted at the live swarm of fairies buzzing around him. He found Ron sitting by himself in booth slightly away from other reserved spots. He was dressed muggle. The fitted marine blue suit and black tie brought out his eyes. He looked like a vision from a fairytale with his russet hair styled and combed back instead of his usual shaggy hairdo.
It would seem they both dressed to impress. Draco had worn a green suit, but he opted to go outside without a tie. He did it partly to reveal as much of his neck to the redhead, in hopes that he could catch Ron staring at his white, creamy and unmarred skin.
Ron had his sleeves rolled up all the way to the elbows, revealing a thick mosaic of scars, criss – crossing over his hands. How compelling! Draco didn’t see any scars nor felt the damaged tissue under his fingers yesterday. Ron had chosen to hide his scars with glamour charms, just like he did with that foul snake tattoo.
He waved him over and Draco had crossed the distance between the receptionist’s desk and their table with six big steps. The restaurant wasn’t too big, none of the shops or service providing retailers had big enough accommodations to expand.
Plus, all buildings were kind of hexed to repel any room widening charms because everything would implode on itself. There were fierce restrictions in place and frankly, business was always booming so there was no need of expansion, really.
Draco sat down next to him, shutting down the idea of this being a regular friendly dinner. Oh no, there would be no mind games. Ron made his intentions loud and clear in that letter and Draco was beyond playing mind games at this point in time.
“Hey, I’m glad you made it,” Ron said with a smile, leaning in to kiss his cheek, but Draco had purposely lined up so that the ginger had pecked him over his mouth.
Draco smirked, grabbing hold of Ron’s hands on his lap. He licked his way into that sinful mouth, relishing at the mingled taste of mint and tea. Other esteemed guests had leered, but most just gasped, scandalized as Draco shamelessly pushed his tongue in Ron’s mouth. He didn’t stop him and the content sigh followed by harmonious moans sounded like lyrics from an archangel’s song to his ears.
He clambered onto his lap, forgetting the murmuring people around them. Fuck them.
Ron had in the meantime returned the affection as good as he got. His hands wandered on his body, he undid three buttons on the blond’s shirt. Draco barred his neck to him, offering himself to Ron, who smiled sweetly, then he sucked at his sensitive skin, right where shoulder met his neck.
Draco reached between them, bringing Ron’s hand over his crotch, to feel how aroused he was already by just kissing and some light teasing. Ron’s blue eyes took on a darker shade as they suffused with desire, adoration and respect.
Palming the bulge in Draco’s pants, he began rubbing his butt on the similarly tenting pants. Ron fumbled with the zipper and Draco eagerly looked down. Then, they got yelled at. “Gentlemen! This is a respectable establishment! I won’t tolerate such defilement in my restaurant! Out, both of you! You’re banned from entry!!”
A sleazy looking man glowered at them with disapproval. “I don’t need that attitude from some casse coquille plouc,” Draco retorted quite angrily as he got and he pulled Ron to stand on his feet, too. He ignored the pompous fool and he hooked his hand around Ron’s arm. “Let’s go to my place, darling. I’ll feed you real French cuisine, not this cheap crap,” Draco said pleasantly.
The store manager scoffed at them as they scuttled to the door, eager to be out of that stuffy, brassy restaurant. Draco had apparated them straight from the doorstep to his bed.
What followed next was a pleasant round of gentle fucking where Draco took his sweet time extracting various sounds of enthusiastic appreciation from Ron’s mouth.
Later that same night when they ate and Ron was lounging on the divan, Draco had joined him, laying down sideways so they could snuggle on the narrow space. They had talked out everything save for one topic and he needed to know, he was burning with curiosity.
Draco looked him in the eyes. “What would you’ve done if Finch - Fletchley didn’t bow out yesterday to attend to some personal matters?” He asked, placing his head on top of Ron’s folded arm.
Ron flashed a confident, albeit sheepish grin. “Well, the thing is that Justin didn’t have a family emergency at all. I asked him to take a step back, because I was planning to make you mine and I told him that we’re both quitting the industry after we marry.”
Draco raised his brow at that, though his heart was jubilant.
“Yeah, I want to marry you. I’d do it in a heartbeat, but we need to do this properly or my mom, Hermione and Harry will kill me. I will proclaim to the world that I love you, Draco. No one can stand in the way of our love. We are free to be the men we were destined to be and I’ll walk through life with my head raised high, with you by my side.”
Draco hugged him. His heart beat faster because his Ron wanted to tie his life to him. Ron will be his lover and the person who’ll stay with him. Malfoy Manor will be warm, loving home again and the ghosts will be expelled at last.
Thank you.
“I love you, dear,” he whispered fondly into Ron’s ear. He smiled and held Draco in his arms like he was a treasure.
A dear person makes a home and Draco had just found his forever home in the arms of one Ron Weasley.