Capturing the Lion

Chapter 10

Draco was in the main part of the house, wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs.

Ron knew for certain he was going to get lost. So far he had checked their rooms and a few more bedrooms, the floo room, a couple of bathrooms and now he was standing In the middle of the sitting room. He was trying to think of what room Draco could be in, hiding from him so well. Then it hit him "Where the bloody hell is the library." Ron cursed. There was a pop.

"This way master Weasley." Said Tippy, causing Ron to almost leave his own skin "Merlin Tippy! Warn a fella!" He said, breathing hard.

"Begging your pardon, sir." The house elf said apologetically.

"It's okay," Ron said with a laugh. "The library?" He asked, Tippy took his hand and guided him towards the library

Draco was indeed in the library, sitting in a chair at the back, eyes sparkling as he heard Ron rush past the door cursing a number of times. It wasn't an exceptionally big library, more of a huge office with bookshelves everywhere. But the way he had it set up made this back corner completely hidden from the door.

"Thanks Tippy" Ron said, running a hand through his drying hair, stepping through the door of the library, looking around the room, fingering a book or two, rounding one of the book cases to a hidden little area, what he saw made his breath hitch and his dick harden more instantly.

As soon as he heard Ron step into the room he had moved until he was bent over the chaise lounge, underwear spelled off and already prepped, his hole shining where the conjured lube was dripping from him. He had reached back, both hands in the small of his back, legs spread far apart.

Ron didn't wait long to rid himself of his boxers. Trailing his hand down Draco's spine, biting his lip "Damn Dray." He mumbled, lining himself up, and beginning to pound in instantly at a fast pace.

Draco moaned, his toes curling as he rocked back, hands curling tightly around each other in the small of his back.

Ron took the hint and grabbed Draco's wrists roughly, slamming into him harder with each thrust, groaning at the feeling of dominating Draco like this. He loved it.

Draco whined high in his throat, eyes fluttering. "Yes. Please please please."

Ron reached down with his free hand and slapped Draco's ass hard "that's for running away from me." He said hotly, tugging on Draco's wrists so his back was arched more, slamming into his hole as hard as he could.

Draco yelped, clenching around him as he let his head fall back, panting heavily, arousal thrumming through him. "Fuck yesssss."

Ron groaned at the feeling of Draco's muscles clenching on his impossibly hard cock, he wasn't going to last much longer at this rate.

Ron slapped Draco's ass again pulling a little more on his wrists, letting his nails dig into them roughly, he wanted to leave a mark.

"Do it." Draco panted, looking over his shoulder to grin at Ron. "Tear me up, mark me."

Ron growled at that thought, continuing to thrust into Draco, angling his hips so he hit the blonde's prostate with every hard thrust of his hips. He slapped Draco's ass one more time, holding it and letting his nails sink in along with his nails on Draco's wrist starting to claw at the skin there. "You're mine." He murmured.

"C-cant hear you." Draco moaned, struggling to keep eye contact over his shoulder

Ron kept eye contact this time "You. Are. Mine." Punctuation each word with a thrust straight to Draco's prostate.