A Weekend in Hell
Dec. 3rd, 2004 08:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
skoosiepantsI'm visiting Pirate Booty in Hell (read Maryland) this weekend, so I won't be online. Unless I can snag her laptop for a bit. Otherwise, I may get the shakes. Withdrawl is serious business, folks.
On a good note, I've reworked Chapter 18 of The Origin of Storms and sent it back to Angelique to look over and I've got a page and a half of the epilogue written! I'm so close to being done! Which is kind of a relief and kind of sad, too.
Anywho, here's a little Ron/Draco drabble. I wrote it for Don't Let's Start, but I don't think I'll use it. Or at least not written like this, since the pacing (ha!) is all off for the rest of the story. Not sure if I like it either.
Draco was all angles covered in soft skin and Ron decided he could live on the man’s right hip. He nuzzled it sleepily, running a palm up the underside of his thigh to cup his arse.
“What’re you doing?” Draco growled, barely awake.
The redhead swiped his tongue along the hollow of his pelvis, chuckling when Draco’s breath caught. “You’ve pretty hipbones,” he answered, leaning back to take in his handy work, the reddening of Draco’s skin from his teeth and lips and the slight stubble shading his jaw.
Rolling onto his stomach with a grunt, Draco grumbled, “Sleep,” and burrowed his head into the pillows.
Undeterred, Ron’s fingers ran over the small of Draco’s back, following the trail of his tailbone down his arse, grinning almost stupidly when Draco let his legs fall open, allowing the digits to dip down and brush his balls. “Done playing?”
Draco groaned and arched his back, throwing an unreadable glance over his shoulder. “Aren’t you the least bit tired?”
“Not in the most important parts.” Shifting, Ron pressed his erection up against Draco’s leg, and the other man dropped his head to the pillow again, bending his arms up under it and giving a low, “Mmmm.”
The sound from the blond was somewhat agreeable, and Ron nibbled at his folded bicep, coaxing Draco onto his back again, smoothing his palm over his pale sternum and lean belly. His eyes were closed, but his lashes fluttered against his cheeks and a small, soundless gasp passed his lips when Ron wrapped his hand around his cock.
“You’re being so good,” Ron whispered harshly, and when Draco’s eyes popped open, gleaming with indignation, Ron curled down and licked at his lips. “Ah, ah,” he admonished. “No talking. You know what happens when you talk, Malfoy. You wouldn’t want me to stop doing this,” he jerked his hand slightly, “would you?”
Draco’s head fell back, neck curving, and Ron made an approving hum in his throat. “Good boy,” he said, and he knew Draco would make him pay for it later, but it was just too much fun having the blond prat under his thumb.
Disturbing, eh?
On a good note, I've reworked Chapter 18 of The Origin of Storms and sent it back to Angelique to look over and I've got a page and a half of the epilogue written! I'm so close to being done! Which is kind of a relief and kind of sad, too.
Anywho, here's a little Ron/Draco drabble. I wrote it for Don't Let's Start, but I don't think I'll use it. Or at least not written like this, since the pacing (ha!) is all off for the rest of the story. Not sure if I like it either.
Draco was all angles covered in soft skin and Ron decided he could live on the man’s right hip. He nuzzled it sleepily, running a palm up the underside of his thigh to cup his arse.
“What’re you doing?” Draco growled, barely awake.
The redhead swiped his tongue along the hollow of his pelvis, chuckling when Draco’s breath caught. “You’ve pretty hipbones,” he answered, leaning back to take in his handy work, the reddening of Draco’s skin from his teeth and lips and the slight stubble shading his jaw.
Rolling onto his stomach with a grunt, Draco grumbled, “Sleep,” and burrowed his head into the pillows.
Undeterred, Ron’s fingers ran over the small of Draco’s back, following the trail of his tailbone down his arse, grinning almost stupidly when Draco let his legs fall open, allowing the digits to dip down and brush his balls. “Done playing?”
Draco groaned and arched his back, throwing an unreadable glance over his shoulder. “Aren’t you the least bit tired?”
“Not in the most important parts.” Shifting, Ron pressed his erection up against Draco’s leg, and the other man dropped his head to the pillow again, bending his arms up under it and giving a low, “Mmmm.”
The sound from the blond was somewhat agreeable, and Ron nibbled at his folded bicep, coaxing Draco onto his back again, smoothing his palm over his pale sternum and lean belly. His eyes were closed, but his lashes fluttered against his cheeks and a small, soundless gasp passed his lips when Ron wrapped his hand around his cock.
“You’re being so good,” Ron whispered harshly, and when Draco’s eyes popped open, gleaming with indignation, Ron curled down and licked at his lips. “Ah, ah,” he admonished. “No talking. You know what happens when you talk, Malfoy. You wouldn’t want me to stop doing this,” he jerked his hand slightly, “would you?”
Draco’s head fell back, neck curving, and Ron made an approving hum in his throat. “Good boy,” he said, and he knew Draco would make him pay for it later, but it was just too much fun having the blond prat under his thumb.
Disturbing, eh?
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Date: 2004-12-03 08:29 am (UTC)*giggles a little more*
Glad to hear about The Origin of Storms! and I miss DLS...
I need a good laugh right now, I've been crying for like one hour because today is the last day of my classes and most of my friends are going away.... I hate crying so much!
oh and how do I friend you?
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Date: 2004-12-03 08:45 am (UTC)Hmmmm... good question. I'll friend you, and then I think you can go into your Edit Friends function under Manage Friends and add me to your list...
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Date: 2004-12-03 08:51 am (UTC)Love it when Ron plays with Draco when he isn't able to fight against it. :D Especially drowsiness. ;)
Looking forward for more Don't Let's Start.
Hope you don't have such a bad weekend. *hugs*
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Date: 2004-12-03 10:44 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-12-03 11:45 am (UTC)Or Not. I'll just go make Seamus cry again. We can cry together. *pets him* It's all your fault too!
On other notes, heeee! MisterInChargeRon. Heee. Just take that control. Rawr. What? I'm sleepy. Leave me be!
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Date: 2004-12-03 02:41 pm (UTC)I love incharge!Ron! So much fun to write him.
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Date: 2004-12-06 10:21 am (UTC)Go. Post. Now!
Demanding little shit, aren't I?
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Date: 2004-12-06 10:56 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2004-12-03 06:24 pm (UTC)Not disturbing...just very very HOTT. With two 't's. Mmmmm....R/D sexiness.
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Date: 2004-12-05 02:45 pm (UTC)*love it some more*
Yay, soon a new chapter to The Origin of Storms!
*sqee*
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Date: 2004-12-05 05:32 pm (UTC)