alisanne

Title: The Arrangement
Author:

alisanne
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ron Weasley/Draco Malfoy, Severus Snape/Harry Potter (implied).
Summary: Friday evenings are special.
Word Count: 860
Genre: Erotica
Warnings: Bondage, belt spanking.
A/N: Written for

hp_may_madness's 2014 fest.
Day five prompt(s) used: I can’t put my arms down!, Satin, Magenta.
Kink: bondage.
Weekly theme: Letters.
The pairing was suggested by

lilyseyes. ♥
Beta:

sevfan.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.

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The Arrangement

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The letter arrived promptly on Friday afternoon. Ron, who had been expecting the thick, expensive vellum envelope all day, almost moaned aloud when he saw it, and it was all he could do not to open it right then. He resisted, however, knowing there would be questions if he did. Instead, he slipped it into his robes and tried not to think about it.

It was difficult, however, and by the end of the day, he was tense with anticipation.

“See you tomorrow?” Harry said as he packed up to go home.

“Tomorrow?” Ron said, frowning. “It’s Saturday.”

“We’ve that pick-up game at George and Hermione’s, remember?” Harry rolled his eyes. “Maybe you should bring your new mystery boyfriend.”

Ron flushed. “Why? Is Snape coming?”

Harry grinned. “Since he’s the only one I know who can fly without a broom, yes. In fact, he’s the referee.”

Ron groaned. “Yeah, all right.” He waved his hand. “I’ll be there.”

“Bringing your boyfriend?”

Ron hesitated. “I’ll...ask.”

Harry nodded, heading for the door. “We’d all like to meet him.”

Once alone, Ron read the note. Smiling, he waited until everyone had gone before making his way to the Department of Mysteries. When he got to the end of the corridor, he pulled out the letter, and, opening it, read what it said aloud as he pressed it to the wall. A door materialised and, stepping through, Ron found himself in a spacious office. He walked through into the room beside it, pausing at the door to admire the sight of the man who was waiting for him.

Draco Malfoy, naked, was tied in magenta satin ribbon and trussed up. He was suspended from the ceiling, up on his toes, his legs spread obscenely. The satin ribbon even surrounded his cock, which was erect and flushed with blood. When he saw Ron, he exhaled. “About fucking time.”

Ron entered, slipping off his robes and beginning to undo his shirt as he approached Draco. “Have you been waiting long?”

“The note said six and it’s six-twenty,” Draco snapped.

“Just relax,” Ron soothed, undoing his belt. “I’ll take care of you.”

“I can’t put my arms down!” Draco whinged.

Ron hummed, circling him. “You’re being a whiny git,” he warned, frowning down at him from his superior height. “Am I going to have to punish you?”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, will you just-- Oh fuck!” Draco almost lost his precarious footing as Ron smacked him hard with his belt.

Ron smacked a few more times before pausing to admire the red welts as they spread across the perfect skin of his perfect arse.

Draco was moaning, his cock bobbing with every smack.

“Not so much to say now, hm?” Ron asked, caressing Draco’s arse. “More?”

“Yes!” Draco sobbed.

Ron smiled and, raising the belt, continued.

When he was done, Draco’s arse was as magenta as the satin binding him, and he was whimpering. Dropping the belt, Ron undid his flies and, steadying Draco’s hips, parted his cheeks with his thumbs and thrust.

Draco groaned as Ron breached him, whimpering as he didn’t even pause but just fucked him steadily. Ron, who had been hard since getting the letter that afternoon, didn’t last long, and soon was coming, grinding himself against Draco’s abused arse as he filled him with seed.

“Please,” Draco whispered. “Please.”

Allowing himself a moment to catch his breath, Ron slid his hands around Draco’s body to support him. “Finite!”

The satin ribbon all fell away and Draco collapsed into Ron’s arms. Lowering him gently to the floor, which had a built-in Cushioning Charm, Ron slid two fingers into Draco’s arse and sucked his cock into his mouth.

Draco shrieked, arching his back and coming in hot spurts down Ron’s throat.

Licking his lips, Ron sat up, staring down at his blissed-out lover. “You all right?” he asked, carding a hand through Draco’s hair.

Draco stretched lazily, opening his eyes and smirking up at Ron. “This should suffice for another week,” he said.

Ron coughed. “Um, does it have to be an entire week?”

Draco sat up, wincing. “I need some Bruise Paste,” he muttered. He raised an eyebrow. “And what are you asking? This arrangement was supposed to be just to satisfy our basic animal needs, remember?”

Ron nodded. “I know, I just...There’s a Quidditch match that my brother hosts every couple of weeks and, well, maybe you’d like to go?”

Draco didn’t answer as he stood, and Ron’s heart began to sink. Finally, however, after pulling on some robes, Draco faced him. “Am I to be your date, then?”

Ron bit his lip, then nodded.

Draco inclined his head. “All right. But this changes nothing about our arrangement, right? We still--” He waved at his anteroom with its shackles and whips and stuff. “We’ll still do this.”

Ron smiled, recognising the vulnerability behind the question and, reaching for Draco, pulled him in for a kiss. “We’ll still do this,” he assured him. “But maybe we can do more than this, too?”

Slowly, Draco exhaled and smiled. “Perhaps we can.”

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