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“I’m afraid I don’t understand what you’re asking, Ron,” Blaise said, leaning forward further and brushing their noses together, maintaining eye contact.
“Are you, erm, interested in me, as well? Y’know, romantically,” Ron clarified, voice dropping lower in volume.
“Do you want me to be..?” Blaise spoke in a sultry tone. “We are supposed ‘enemies’ you know... Slytherin and Gryffindor; an age-old rivalry. Descendants of blood purists and a descendant of blood traitors... your family may not like me..” He kept his voice carefully low and seductive, but a part of Blaise felt his own insecurity bleeding into what were meant to be playful counters.
Slytherins are cunning but cowardly, so would Blaise prod Ron under the guise of flirting in order to protect himself. He didn’t think Ron was like that — like how Blaise himself used to be — but it was his first instinct to try and make Ron back out.
Do you think I’m worth it?
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Lost in thought, Blaise didn’t look up into the classroom until the door shut behind him. He was startled to find Ron sitting on one of the tables, legs dangling and kicking at the air. His gaze had been trained on the ground, and his expression was rather blank, but it cleared when his head snapped up at the noise. Ron appeared to be just as shocked as him, eyes widening. The two stared at each other, frozen, before Blaise broke the silence.
“Hello, Weasl– Ronald,” he greeted, trying not to wince at how on-edge his voice was. “Fancy meeting you here.”
-“R-Ronald!” Blaise sighed, his face burning. Ordinarily, he could take dirty talk and flattery like it was nothing, simply accepting it in stride and dishing back if he felt like it. But Ron’s words were disarmingly honest as they were bloody embarrassing.
“Oh? Like that, did you?” Ron teased. He pulled away and gazed up at Blaise with half-lidded eyes, his cheeks rosy and lips spit-slick. He had a soft smile on his face, and his hands were rubbing slow circles into Blaise’s hip bones. “As much as I wanna continue this and have you against every bloody surface in this classroom, I want to do it somewhere less public.”
Blaise raised a brow and frowned, not liking the prospect of having to wait to shag with their newly found mutual feelings of interest. “Why? I don’t mind shagging in the classroom. Nobody is supposed to come in here for the rest of the da–”
Almost like it was planned, the sound of the door creaking open interrupted him mid-sentence. In the doorway was none other than Draco Malfoy, whose face twisted into shock and then disgust upon seeing them.
“What the— Merlin, Blaise! Can you go shag Weasley somewhere that isn’t a public classroom?!”
-“Blaise,” Ron panted against his lips. “You’re perfect. Fucking gorgeous. I love you.” He started twisting his hips as he was thrusting, and Blaise was almost scared of what would happen when Ron managed to hit it.
All of a sudden, an explosion of white lite danced across Blaise’s vision. He threw his head back as body drew up in a sinful arch and his mouth gaped in a silent scream. Ron had found it.
“There you go,” Ron groaned, lifting one of Blaise’s long legs to drape over his pale, freckled shoulder. Once it was positioned, his hips started snapping forward faster and harder.
“F-fuck, ah- hnng.. R-Ron!” Blaise was practically choking, his body jerking and shuddering. “Ron! Ah– ahh!”
“Bloody fucking hell, Blaise,” Ron growled. He was pounding into Blaise’s sweet spot, causing tears to gather in the corners of his eyes. The constant stimulation was becoming overwhelming, and his whole body felt like an inferno. He was so close.
“Ron— I’m– mmh— fuck!” Blaise couldn’t find the words. Everything was so hot, he was so close, the pleasure was almost unbearable.
“Let go,” Ron purred, his hands sliding up Blaise’s thighs and to his waist, tugging the man’s body closer to his. The action caused his cock to sink even deeper, and it made Blaise sob. “I’ll catch you, love.”
Blaise didn’t want to let go, he wanted to keep feeling this blissful torture. He never wanted it to end, but Ron didn’t seem to want the same. His hips started to stutter and his hands tightened around Blaise’s waist.
-After a few moments, his hips continued thrusting, albeit slower and less rhythmically, and he leaned down to capture Blaise’s lips. He swallowed all the moans and cries that escaped him as the sensitive area inside him was rubbed repeatedly, prolonging his orgasm and drawing out more pleasure.
Blaise could hardly take it anymore, but he couldn’t find the strength to push the other away. Finally, the overstimulation became too much, and he whimpered.
“R-Ron,” he croaked, his voice hoarse. “S-stop..”
“Shit, sorry,” Ron panted, pulling out and falling to the side. “Sorry. I just— you’re so... incredible. You’re amazing. Fuck. I’m so bloody happy right now.”
“Mmm..” Blaise hummed, his chest heaving. “Me too.” He heard Ron mumble some cleaning spells and felt warm hands kneading and massaging the sore muscles in his legs. Ron’s tender aftercare continued until Blaise had almost fallen asleep.
The weight of someone settling next to him in his bed jostled him awake slightly, and Ron gently whispered an apology, wrapping strong arms around Blaise's torso.
“...Hey.. Ronald?” Blaise whispered softly, his voice was hoarse and ragged. Ron hummed a response. “...I— I love you. Too. I-I love you, too.”
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