sinking onto you (part three of three)
This is the last time, Ron thinks, hands gripping the green brocade headboard. Hermione’s right; he can’t keep putting himself through this. It’s —
He arches and bites his lip as he climbs atop Draco. He wobbles slightly. His fingers clench. Draco’s hands reach up, ghosting across his thighs to grip his hips, holding him steady as he gets into position.
“So good, Weasley,” Draco murmurs in the dark. “You take it so good.”
“For you.” Ron clenches his eyes against a sudden onslaught of emotion. Only for you. He concentrates on sinking down as slow as possible, ignoring the burn in his thighs. If it’s the last time, he wants it to last. Merlin, he wishes all of this could last.
Impatiently, Draco thrusts up to meet him. “I haven’t got all day. I’m meeting Harry at 2. Let’s make this quick, yea?”
143 words of Dron & Drarry for the @drarrymicrofic prompt — sink
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