New Ron/Draco PWP, "Hic Sunt Leones," Adult

[thrihyrne]

sexyscholar is a huge R/D fan. She also has, like myself and others I know, a perhaps unhealthy appreciation for Rupert Grint. At any rate, she recently made a gorgeous Ron/Draco aural fanmix with equally gorgeous front and back cover art, found here for your viewing and downloading pleasure.

In gratitude and thanks to her for that, and some Photoshop help, and because she's been a fan of my R/D Magic Immunity series for some time, I offered up a vignette. There was a particular drabble I posted a little while back at rondracodrabble that she'd liked, so this story starts with the drabble and goes from there.

This is set early in the MI universe, between "Of Boots and Boxers" and "All That I'm Good for Is You".

Title: Hic Sunt Leones ['here are lions,' as used to appear on old maps]
Pairing: R/D
Genre: PWP
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 2500
A/N: for sexyscholar. You rock, m'dear!!


Ron surveyed the small cabin, unexpectedly rustic given the creator.

"Your father let you hang out here?" he asked disbelievingly.

"Yes." Draco's jaw jutted, but he still held Ron's hand. "Contrary to whatever totally delusional ideas you may have concocted about me, I wasn't abused as a child."

Ron paused, wary of the sparks of defiance glinting in Draco's eyes.

"I just didn't imagine you out here, in a forest."

Draco stepped over, breathing hotly against Ron's lips.

"It's quiet in the woods. When I make you come, you can yell my name as loud as you want."

Ron moaned.

* * * * *

There was a quality to Draco's voice that could make anything he said sound like a derisive put-down. If, however, he changed the timbre just slightly, even the most mundane of sentences came across like the filthiest, hottest sex imaginable. Especially when he really was talking about sex. Hearing Draco say so matter of factly what he planned to do, the words practically dripping from his lips like the oil he tended to lavish so generously on Ron's cock, Ron couldn't help but moan. It was pathetic, really, how unchallenged that particular organ was in ruling his life these days. Well, it was more like months, now. From the way his erection was making itself known, throbbing and bent, trapped against his trousers, one would think he'd been celibate. In point of fact, last night he and Draco had spent much of the evening experimenting with a self-buggering charm on a dildo, and Ron had perfected its nuances all while giving his lover a very satisfactory blow job. Once Draco had recovered from an orgasm that had left him speechless — a first — he'd offered his very inviting, very slick and very much appreciated arse for Ron to ravage. Which Ron had.

And now, out in this isolated part of the woods on the Manor grounds, Draco had the audacity to give him Ideas. Ideas that his cock felt should immediately be put into action, and Ron concurred. As Draco sent out his tongue to lick along the inside of Ron's open lips, his eyes drooped shut, claiming Draco's mouth with a possessive snarl. His own ferocity surprised him, but Draco seemed to react quite favourably to Ron's grasping hands, rutting his own arousal into Ron's pelvis as his fingers raked down Ron's back. Ron would never consider being brutal, but there was something about being out here in these isolated woods, a place where Draco would have visited to get away for privacy and doubtless to wank, that made Ron decide decisively to turn whatever tables Draco might have had in mind. The voice that would shout and groan, the erotic waterfall of sound to be swallowed thirstily by the trustworthy larches, would be Draco's.

Ron panted a path of barbed kisses down Draco's jaw to his neck. He licked at the creamy skin, breathing deeply of the refined scent that emanated from every part of Draco's body in ways Ron still couldn't fathom. He let the desire smouldering in him take over in a rush, imagining that he was some kind of animal, sniffing at his mate, instinctively driven to make and mark him as his own. Bracing himself, Ron ran his hands under Draco's arse and hoisted him up, his arms burning a bit at picking him up at that angle.

"What the fuck?" Draco exclaimed, holding tightly to Ron and wrapping his legs around Ron's waist for stability as Ron strode over to a nearby tree. "Put me down," he insisted in an indignant voice, though Ron noted that he didn't loosen his grip until Ron had his back pressed against the tree.

"Lower your legs," Ron growled, still holding tightly to Draco's rounded backside.

"And if I don't?" Draco said, defiance in his gaze, ankles still locked and the heels digging into the top of Ron's arse.

"Well, I could take you like this, but that's not what I had in mind. Yet."

The arch of Draco's surprised eyebrow compelled Ron into action. Hungrily he lapped at Draco's mouth until granted access, noting when Draco loosened his legs and began sliding them down the back of Ron's thighs. Ron leaned into him, chest to torso, pushing a leg between Draco's thighs and trapping him against the tree. He felt a faint twinge of guilt at casting the binding spell, but it didn't last long. Ron shuffled back a couple of steps to admire how Draco looked, arms held back around the trunk like a mounted butterfly on display. Draco glared at him, colour high in his cheeks and a trickle of profanity and threats on his lips until he sank into silent rebellion.

"Mine," Ron said, his voice low and rough. The loamy scent of shadowed grass and moss-covered bark filled his senses and he breathed in deeply.

Draco didn't answer, he merely looked disdainfully at Ron, straining futily against the bonds Ron had decided he needed. The effect was delicious; they'd come out to the Manor on a whim after a rather dreary lunch with some investor acquaintances of Draco's. Draco wore a nice coat and shirt, his neatly pressed trousers now bulging obscenely in the front. He was turned on and restrained and couldn't do a thing about it. There was an underlying element to all of this, which Ron knew Draco knew, and that was that Draco could, of course, wandlessly cast the counter-spell and free himself. What made the coals blaze in Ron's groin, and made his cock stiffen even more, was that Draco didn't do so. He was playing along in the game of hunter and hunted, but he'd make Ron work for his reward.

Ron walked back up until he was mere inches from Draco's face. They didn't touch anywhere, but the tension and energy between their bodies seemed to throb in time with Ron's pulse, felt most keenly in his steely prick. He tilted his head, taking on Draco's blazing expression and allowing his hands to feather down the fine cotton of Draco's shirt, smirking at the hardened nubs standing sentry on his chest.

"Fucking gorgeous and mine," Ron repeated, sliding his fingers in circles around the stiff nipples, seeing Draco's breath hitch, helpless against Ron's advances. Draco taunted Ron with his expression, trying valiantly to keep his composure when Ron ran a hand down his sternum, easing to the hard length pressed visibly against the flies of his impeccably tailored trousers.

"Prove it," Draco said, the grey of his eyes a faint rim around the dilated black pupils. His rosy tongue slithered lewdly under his front teeth, the gesture meant to inflame. It worked.

Any sense of being cool and calm raced away from Ron as he jerked open the buttons on Draco's coat. He pulled the cerulean shirt out of his slacks like a wild creature rooting around for the source of something that smelled delicious. Once Draco's chest was laid bare, Ron leaned flush against him, tormenting his nipples with his fingers while he breathed heatedly into his ear. His tongue explored the hidden cavern before he nibbled and rolled the pliant shell in his teeth, feeling his own heart race when Draco whimpered, desperate and unguarded.

Ron moved away from Draco again, drinking in his dishevelled attire and the feral, wanton look emblazoned on his face. He was still too much in control, however; Ron vowed to himself to utterly unhinge Draco before this was all over.

"You can't resist me," Draco said, arching away from the tree as much as he could given his restrictions.

"No, I can't. Don't want to," Ron said throatily, unbuttoning his own dress trousers and unzipping the flies with a sigh of relief.

The look of fury and unfettered lust in Draco's eyes was worth every second that Ron spent slowly fondling himself, stroking his cock a few times and rubbing his thumb through the fluid at the top that had also made quite a mess in his boxers. He eased back over to Draco, smearing the pearly pre-come on his kiss-bruised lips, fire frissoning down to his pulsing erection as he watched Draco lick it off. He really was indecent like this, all masculine hard angles and tempting pineymusk smells that made Ron want to shove both of their trousers down and pound into him.

He probably would do that, but first he wanted to molest him. Ron would bring him to the brink and keep him there until he, Ron, couldn't stand not to be buried in his lover's body. As he claimed Draco's mouth, tasting lingering port from their lunch and the vague vinegary scent of his own arousal on Draco's tongue, he marvelled at how surreal the whole scenario was. Only a few months ago he'd been summoned unexpectedly to heal his former nemesis, and now he kissing the daylights out of him, wanting nothing more than to give him so much pleasure that he'd forget anybody else he'd ever been involved with. The satisfaction as he slid the leather of Draco's belt from its hold and at last curled his fingers around Draco's hot flesh caused his heart to trip over itself. Desire fuelled them, and a still tentative sense of partnership. As Draco moaned into Ron's mouth, the taste of his longing settled like an ache deep in Ron's spirit. Some of this was role-playing, but the claiming for his own, the one he truly, madly wanted, was genuine.

Ron made sure he had Draco's full attention before sinking to his knees on the springy ground. He undid the fancy dress slacks, pulled them and the silk boxers to Draco's ankles, gripped the bottom of his arsecheeks to hold them slightly apart, and swallowed Draco to the root.

"Holy fuck!" Draco yelled, his hips bucking as far as he could, which was almost not at all.

Ron feasted on the tangy skin, hollowing his cheeks for maximum suction as he drew intricate messages on Draco's cock with his tongue, bobbing his head in and out as he slurped and licked. He paused for a moment, wandlessly casting a cleansing and lubricating spell before letting the fingers of one hand tease around Draco's clenching hole. With the other hand he slid back the tight foreskin, lapping as the reddened dome and flicking his tongue in and out of the small eye at the top. Garbled groans and exaltations fell onto Ron's ears when he pressed his middle finger inside Draco just to the knuckle; it was a tease, playing with the sensitised muscle in a way he knew drove Draco mad.

"Just fuck me!" Draco snarled, his feet stuck in a wide stance per Ron's intentions.

Lazily Ron glanced up, smiling as slyly as he could around the saliva-slicked prize. Letting go of his cock and slanting back a bit, Ron grinned at him.

"Beg pardon?"

"Fuck me," Draco said, his voice all demand and no plea.

"Okay."

Draco looked a bit startled, but the expression quickly morphed into smugness. Easing his finger out of Draco's body, Ron looked around for a small twig. He felt the heavy weight of Draco's gaze boring down on him as he took his wand out of his own jacket pocket and transfigured the branch into a rather satisfactory cock ring. Eyes wide, Draco's chest rose and fell, his eyebrows knitting together when Ron fastened it around the base. Ron spent a little time stroking Draco's platinum wiry curls before standing up and getting rid of his shoes and socks, shucking his own slacks and boxers so he was naked from the waist down. In a moment of kindness, he banished Draco's attire below the waist, hoping he'd sent them to the small cabin behind them.

"I'm going to let your legs loose, but that's all," he murmured, leaning in so their shafts rubbed together.

"So generous," Draco said snidely, but the passion in his face conveyed to Ron that he was just as enthralled by their coupling as he was. In truth, Ron didn't think he'd last all that long, since he'd been denying himself much of any touch. And Draco on display for him like this, begging without the actual words, was better than any fantasy he could have come up with even in his most prurient dreams.

"I'll show you generous," Ron rumbled. "Pull your legs up."

With a wicked smile, Draco did, wrapping them around Ron's waist again. Ron guided his cock to Draco's entrance and pushed in relentlessly until he was fully inside. They both groaned at the familiar sensation before Ron pulled out a bit and shoved back in.

"So. Good. So. Hot," Ron grunted as he began thrusting inside of his lover, noticing when Draco wandlessly released his arms so he could grab a hold of Ron's back, but he allowed it. Draco was slighter than Ron but not weightless, and his arms strained a bit at holding him up. It was a small price to pay, though, pushing into his welcoming body again and again, Draco's back bumping against the larch as Ron picked up speed.

"Wanna come," Draco whined, his reedy voice half strangled with need and frustration.

"Only on my cock," Ron gasped out, pausing to focus so he could will apart the cock ring that kept Draco from his release. "Don't touch yourself."

"Fuck, fuck, Ronronronron," Draco chanted as Ron felt his own orgasm build from the bottoms of his feet, bursting into Draco as Ron let out a roar of pleasure.

"Ron, fuck!" Draco yelled moments later, spurts of creamy fluid fountaining up between them, spattering their dress shirts as Draco clenched Ron's shoulders in a bruising grasp.

Panting, Ron leaned his forehead against Draco's, feeling faintly dizzy from the intensity of his orgasm and from holding Draco up. His legs were rubbery and his heart pounded in his chest, but the afterglow of being so sated — and so intertwined — kept him from moving until his arms began to quiver with effort.

"I'll get down," Draco rasped, clearing his throat and kissing Ron softly on the lips.

Ron nodded as Draco's legs uncrossed and Ron's softening cock eased out of him. Ron felt inexplicably bereft as their bodies uncoupled and he pulled Draco to him in a tight embrace. They stood quietly for a time, pulses slowing to normal as the ambient sounds of insects and the occasional birdcall began to make their way back into Ron's awareness. The feelings he had for Draco didn't lend themselves to words, so instead he smoothed his fingers at Draco's lower back and nuzzled the side of his temple, newly aware that Draco might be bruised.

"Are you okay?" he asked in a low voice, running his wide palm along the ridged terrain of Draco's spine.

"Might be sore, but it was worth it," he replied, his voice still husky. "Any idea where my clothes have gone?"

Ron leaned back and rubbed their noses together. "I hope into your cabin, there. Guess we should check."

"You'll be buying me new ones if they're not," Draco vowed, nipping none to gently at Ron's lip.

A slow smile meandered from Ron's heart to settle on his mouth.

"It was worth it."

Comments

[sexyscholar.livejournal.com]

I'm flailing and I haven't even read it yet!

*goes off to read now*

[sexyscholar.livejournal.com]

...

*wipes eyes*

It's almost distressing how well you know me and my particular tastes.

My God, I'm trying to come up with the words to convey how amazing this is. I suppose that says quite a bit in and of itself.

The sex is scorching, yes, but there's such a current of history, of deep affection and of trust flowing throughout that it's impossible for anyone to not to see the rightness of R/D.

You, Thevina, are made of love.

Thank you for this, and so many other things.

*HUGS YOU SENSELESS*

[sexyscholar.livejournal.com]

Oh! You used "frisson!" I love that word.

I just realised my default icon features Draco against a tree. How perfect.

[thrihyrne.livejournal.com]

Yeah; I don't think there's a Thev fic I've written in the past two years that doesn't have the word 'frisson' in it at least once. :headdesk:

Love the default icon. Draco is very hot in his own unique, protective, snide, deeply devoted way. Ron's so lucky...

[thrihyrne.livejournal.com]

I'm so glad that you liked this!!! I did try to infuse the (gratifyingly hot) sex with no small amount of affection to give a glimpse of the lead up to that key turning point when Draco takes them on vacation. And I adore that you pick up on those nuances, and yes, R/D is right, profoundly so.

I'm made of the love that people have for me which I'm most happy sending right back to you!

((((is hugged senseless))))

::is giddy that you like it so much::

[knic26.livejournal.com]

Dayum....that was HOT! I can totally see the connection between Ron and Draco and the love and affection...but DAMNNNN that was HOTTTTTTTTT!

[thrihyrne.livejournal.com]

Thank you very much!!! I'd despair of my writing if my PWPs were duds. ;) There is meant to be a noticeable undercurrent of how their trust and fondness for each other has been building, but this was primarily meant to be an erotic romp.

So glad that it worked for you!

[celandineb.livejournal.com]

I do enjoy your Magic Immunity 'verse, Thev. *g* This was a most delicious little treat!

[thrihyrne.livejournal.com]

Thank you very much!! It was a scrumptious visual feast for my inner eye, and very rewarding to write down, especially for a fellow R/D shipper like sexyscholar. I appreciate your reading and letting me know you enjoyed it!

[earth-dragon.livejournal.com]

OMG YES!!!! it was worth it!!!

[thrihyrne.livejournal.com]

LOL!!! Thank you very kindly. I nearly needed a cold shower after spending a couple of days in Ron's head writing this. ;) I appreciate your reading and comments.

[rupert-talley.livejournal.com]

Oh you did achieve PWP. I don't think I can look at a tree the same way again. Love how Draco chanllenges Ron's mind in all things including sex. Just adore them.

[thrihyrne.livejournal.com]

Thank you so very much!! There is indeed precious little plot here, but I'm so glad that you enjoyed it for the erotic offering that it is. Every time I write more R/D I wonder how it is that I write anything else... if only I hadn't become smitten with several characters! Thank you for sharing your thoughts.

[leah1878.livejournal.com]

Okay, that was so hot. And I loved your Ron and Draco, they stayed very in-character the whole time.

[thrihyrne.livejournal.com]

I'm so glad that you enjoyed the story!! I'm especially pleased that you felt they were in character; their banter and undercurrents of adoration and lingering distrust make them so compelling to write. Thank you for sharing your comments!

[stuckinsea.livejournal.com]

*insert devious laugh*

I loved it. I can't tell you how much I did. I laughed a little maniacally for a moment thinking of Ron being in control, being so Dom Ron if you will. And you know what sexyscholar likes. It was perfect.

Once Draco had recovered from an orgasm that had left him speechless — a first — he'd offered his very inviting, very slick and very much appreciated arse for Ron to ravage. Which Ron had.

This. This is the part where the maniacal laugh came out. I laughed an evil laugh. Because it was just so naughty. And you do it so well.

I agree with sexyscholar.

The sex is scorching, yes, but there's such a current of history, of deep affection and of trust flowing throughout that it's impossible for anyone to not to see the rightness of R/D.

She hit the nail on the head. That's exactly what was conveyed in this story. That even though they were being adventurous, it was still something private, something that only the two would do together because they knew deep down that the other wasn't really trying to hurt or humilate the other. That Ron wasn't going to tie him up and leave him.

It was lovely. Thank you for always sharing this with us. And thanks to sexyscholar for asking you to take this one further.

Have a wonderful weekend. And hope you're not pulling you hair out with the family at the wedding, that's this weekend right?

MWAH!

[thrihyrne.livejournal.com]

Hi sweetie!! I'm so very glad that you enjoyed this. I knew that you and sexyscholar especially would pick up on the underlying messages and trust flowing between them, and I'm so glad that it came across. They were being adventurous, but Ron wouldn't be intentionally hurtful, and Draco frankly wouldn't let himself be purposefully humiliated. It was an erotic dance, and I'm so glad that it garnered a maniacal laugh from you!

You're always welcome. When I write these two, it makes me wonder how it is that I write about other characters, but I'm glad that I have Ron and Draco to return to, again and again.

Yes, I'm up in Guelph, Canada, and have had a lovely dinner, was just borrowing my stepdad's laptop, and will settle in to write and look at a magazine and maybe paint my nails. Ah, the luxury of some quiet alone time in a quite lovely locale!

XOXOX

[telperion1.livejournal.com]

Oh, Thev, this was delightfully wicked and most definitely hott. I'll admit that celandineb was my introduction to HP fanfic, and so my default way of thinking about Draco's sex life usually involves Harry, possibly with a side of Snape. But that doesn't mean I can't enjoy other possibilities. Such as this obviously.

What I love about your Ron is that he is by no means inferior to Draco. Not that he is, but Draco is just so refined and so suave.... And even in his canonical friendship with Harry and Hermione, Hermione is Mensa material and Harry is the fated savior of all wizardkind, so even though he's solid and decent and pretty good in his own way, it's easy for him not to shine. But notso in your story. He is sure of himself and eloquent and in charge of his own actions and even of Draco's (though not in a domineering way).

Oh, and two quick sidenotes: somehow Latin titles just make everything cooler. And this piece becomes even more wicked hott if you read it while listening to the soundtrack of Ocean's Thirteen. Just sayin'....

I did have a little bit of a hard time following the blocking in a few places, but I think that's me being a bit hot and bothered. That gives me an excuse to go reread it one of these days, I think. Or maybe someone could draw a few sketches.... *evil grin*

[thrihyrne.livejournal.com]

I'm so pleased that you felt what you did for Ron and his place in the world; perhaps it's obvious where my allegiances and deep affection lie. :)

Very glad that the Latin title drew you in, and that you did indeed think it was hot. Without that, a PWP is just sad. ;) I'd of course love illustrations for any of my fics, though I do think that some of the intimate scenes would be especially yummy. Though the mind's eye is a powerful tool. Certainly that's where most of these scenes find their genesis!

Mostly, thanks for reading and sharing your thoughts! That means a great deal. Speaking of which, now that I'm back from the wedding I attended, tonight I'll be able to read your gift vignette for elicia8 and comment on it; this morning simply won't give me enough time. But I've seen it, and can't wait. :D

[rickey-a.livejournal.com]

oh my...
you certainly know how write those boys hot n' heavy
*takes deep breath and blows it out*

gorgeous

[thrihyrne.livejournal.com]

:blushes: Thank you so much!! I love writing these two, so very much... I'm ecstatic that you felt the vignette itself was hot. sexyscholar's suggestion brought me back to the drabble, and the young men outside, no-one to hear them, it let out Ron's inner lion. To totally bludgeon that metaphor. ;)

So glad that you liked the story. Thanks for reading and letting me know your thoughts!

[wolfiekins.livejournal.com]

I shall never be immune to the magic that is your Ron/Draco!

Um, sorry about that. It's the thought, yeah?

Brilliantly scorching...bound Draco...forceful Ron...yes!

Bravo!

[thrihyrne.livejournal.com]

I shall never be immune to the magic that is your Ron/Draco!

::insert large groan::

Thank you for the sentiment, regardless. ;) So glad that you thought the story was hot, and thanks for taking the time to read and let me know your thoughts! I can quite imagine the Ron in your icon in my mind's eye, dress shirt untucked, pressing Draco into the tree… hence the fic! Thank you!

[drwf.livejournal.com]

that was great very sexy

[thrihyrne.livejournal.com]

Thank you very much! I'm glad that you enjoyed it. :)