What JKR Could Not Put In The Epilogue

Draco paced the sparsely decorated hotel room.  Weasley was late, he was NEVER late, the damn Weasel.  Draco should have known that this “thing” whatever it was, would not last long.  The blond man was just about to gather up his things and leave when the door lock beeped indicating someone entering.  

“Sorry I’m late Malfoy there was a hold up at the department…….”

“I don’t want to hear your excuses.” Malfoy said advancing on the red headed man.

Meeting in a Muggle hotel room was the only good idea they had, had about the whole affair.  The run down, low rate hotel was the one place that no one would know them, they could come here, stay the night or just a couple of hours and it would not be in the Wizarding papers the next day.  Here they did not have to be husbands or fathers or known figures, they could just be what they were.  Yet “what” they were had never been defined not in the six months they had been meeting.  Twice a month, in the same room, at the same time, and doing the same thing.  

Sex, Draco could not lie and say he had never given it a thought in school, he had known since fourth year that he had interest in the same gender.  And the easily riled up red head had been the star of many a late night desperate wank.   

Desperate, that’s what they were. Draco was desperate for the pleasure of letting go, of not having to be completely in control every moment of every day.  To let someone else just take charge and frankly treat him like slut he was inside.  Weasley was desperate to get away, from the world, from his best friend, his overbearing wife. Desperate for a mind blowing, hard, hot fuck.  And to think if it had not been for his gold digging wife none of the late night tiffs would have happened, that was the only wizarding party Malfoy could remember fondly.  

Now with the incredibly sexy red head, far more sexy then should be allowed, in front of him, Draco was not going to lose what time they had left.  With a flick of his wand Ron’s robes, shoes, everything was banished, leaving the red head in his tall hard freckled glory.  Weasley gave Draco a blinding grin.

“Eager are we?”  Draco just gave a small smirk and let the white cotton robe he had been wearing fall gracefully from his shoulders.  The moment the blonde’s pale perfect skin was exposed Ron’s blue eyes lit up, roaming his lover’s lean body.  

No more was said as they clashed together in a tangle of lips, teeth, and tongues.  Draco could not help the moan that left his lips as the large hands roamed down his back to his ass to message and squeeze.

Draco suddenly pushed the red head off him and onto the bed, Ron gave him a somewhat befuddled look that quickly turned to one of out right lust as he watched the blond fall to his knees.  Draco smirked slightly as he took the first swipe at the head of Ron’s red leaking cock, this was one of his favourite things to do, the only time he enjoyed being in control during sex.  He enjoyed making the red head moan, growl and become desperate to fuck the blond until he could not walk right for a week.    Draco could not help but moan as well as  he slowly took Ron’s entire cock into his wet mouth,  griping the thick base he started a slow, smooth bobbing of his head.  

Ron’s hand slowly made his way to the blonde’s hair griping it roughly just like Draco love’s it, the blonde’s mouth is impossible tight and wet.  Ron did not even try to stop the sounds that came from  his mouth.  

With one final lick Draco sat up, with a wicked smile he lithely crawled up the red head’s body straddling his hips letting both their cocks rubbed together.  
Draco then dipped down for another wet kiss, and even from the bottom Ron dominated the kiss, nipping and sucking on the blonde’s now swollen lips.   

Pulling away from the red head once again Draco moved to the other side of the bed, and got on his hands and knees.  Glancing over his shoulder the blonde gave his best “come hither” look, not that is was needed, Ron was practically drooling at the sight of the perfect, milky, body positioned before him.

At a much faster speed then someone who had, had his cock sucked, should be able to move Ron was there behind Draco.  

“Lube” the red head asked breathless

“No need took care of it before hand”  Draco informed him with a smirk,  Ron groaned at the mental picture of Draco with his fingers up his own ass, readying himself for Ron’s cock.   

Ron moved his hand slowly down the blonde’s back until he got to the alabaster ass, moving just one finger between them, to trace the pre lubed opening with his finger.     

Draco’s body was buzzing, he whimpered softly as he felt the first finger breach his entrance.  It seemed that Ron could not prepare him fast enough and after the third finger Draco became demanding.

“Fuck Weasley! DO IT ALREADY!”  

Ron gave a grin at the blonde’s remark.

“Always the pushing bottom, eh Malfoy?”  With that comment, Ron slammed himself to the hilt inside Malfoy.

Draco could barely breath with the intensity of Ron’s thrusts.  The blonde nearly screamed as the cock inside him grazed his sweet spot.   Ron knew his body to well, knew just how to tease, how to bring him to the brink and then pull back at the last moment.

The sounds of their grunts, moans, and random words filled the room along with the hot heady scent of sex.  

Just when Draco thought he could not handle anymore, Ron stopped.  The blonde’s strangled moan only lasted for a few moments, as Ron flipped Draco on to his back, threw his legs over Ron’s shoulders and thrust back. At the new angle the red head could hit Draco’s sweet spot with every hard thrust.  

“Touch yourself Draco. I want to watch you get off with my cock inside you.”

Draco whispered what could have been a soft “fuck” at those words as he moved his had down to his neglected cock.  

It did not take long, a few more thrusts and a few jerks of his wrists, for Draco to scream his climax for whom ever had the misfortune of being in the next room.   Ron bent Malfoy nearly in half to get a kiss in as he split himself inside the blonde.  

The two men laid together long enough to catch their breaths, before leaning of to pick up the discarded clothes, Ron found his in a neat pile near the bed.  Silently they dressed, careful not to look at one another, they rarely spoke after sex, just confirmed the next date and went on their ways.  

Back to their lives, back to their wives, to a world that would never let them be.

As Draco walked towards the door Ron grabbed his arm tightly and with one statement turn their worlds upside down.

“Draco, we need to talk.”

As the blond man looked into Ron’s eyes he knew at that moment nothing would be the same.


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