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Ron sat in the living room watching the muggle tv playing some game show that Harry got him hooked on. He has it cranked real high due to the fact that Harry was having a go at some poor bloke upstairs and it was driving him crazy.
He understands that his friend has needs. Sure, even he has needs but with them being a wizard you would think that a Mufflado charm would be efficient enough to cast out of common decency? Nope, not to Harry and Ron was too much of a chicken shit to say anything.
After the war and having some years being an Auror, Ron’s fiery personality has simmered immensely. Mainly, it was due to the fact that Hermione and himself split after three official years together. Since she declined his hand in marriage, he was never the same then.
Ron shook his head, turned off the tv and went to his room. Luckily, it was quiet on his way up the stairs and he let out a sigh of relief. However, as he closed his door heard the moaning again.
“Shhh…baby boy. Don’t want to wake the neighbors.”
“B-but you feel so good” a voiced whined.
“I know but I need you to hold out a lot longer for me please. You’re doing soo good..”
Another whine was let out as Ron collapsed on his bed. He was not liking the affect the voice was having on him, shooting right down to his core.
Not that Ron is homophobic at all, he likes women but understands that any sounds of sex turned him on. Lately though, with Harry’s escapades that were happening, he’s been hearing more blokes than females and it’s messing with his head.
Another whine and moans were getting louder making Ron’s dick was get harder. He couldn’t help but release it from his pants to get some form of relief. He couldn’t help that listening to the skin slapping lead to him stroking his dick matching the pace of the thrusts.
He couldn’t help but close his eyes and imagine a person bouncing on is dick making obscene faces. He couldn’t help that he timed his release the same time as Harry orgasmed. He couldn’t help but feel disgusted that he got off listening to his best friend fucking some twink in the other room.
God he needs to get laid.
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He was staring out of the window in the kitchen. The tea in his cup getting colder by the second while he was about contemplating what happened last night. What sucks was that Ron couldn’t even blame it on drugs or alcohol because he was completely sober last night. He felt gross and confused all at the same time.
“Well, shit.”
Ron turned and saw the worst thing he could see. Draco Malfoy in his kitchen.
Draco Malfoy half naked in his kitchen.
Draco Malfoy half naked, wearing Harry’s jumper in his kitchen.
Draco Malfoy half naked wearing Harry’s jumper with bite marks on his neck in his kitchen.
Ron was stuck. He head was flying with emotions but his jaws remained shut.
“Morning Weasley.” Draco’s grating voice snapped him back to reality.
“Malfoy.”
“Draco, have you seen my-…well shit.”
Harry walked into the kitchen looking the same way that Draco did, only he was shirtless and wearing pj bottoms.
It was dead silent in the kitchen. Ron eyes kept darting back and forth between the two of them trying to figure out how this could have happened. Were they not just sitting on the couch last week talking shit about Malfoy at the meeting they had at work? Were they not just making fun of him yesterday morning? But here he is with his best friend…What the fuck?!?
“Alright there Ron?” Harry spoke up raising his hand to the back of his neck trying to cover the bruises on his neck. Ron tracked the motions. Harry was nervous, as he should be.
Ron just grunted and walked out of the kitchen. He has no time for this and got ready for work. He needed a distraction madly and rushed through his morning routines. He didn’t make eye contact with Harry as he called his name. He accio’d his lunch out of the fridge and walked straight in to the Floo and set off.