Lewd and Lascivious Behaviour
By RavynFayre

"Do you really think this is appropriate in the corridors, gentlemen? In full view of any student or faculty member who might happen upon this rather unusual display?"

Perhaps it wasn't the optimum position, but based upon their aroused conditions, they had been planning to make do with it, until they were so rudely interrupted.

"Mr. Malfoy, if you would kindly remove your knee from Mr. Weasley's crotch, I'm sure you will both find it easier to return to your quarters."

"Probably," Draco agreed, "but it wouldn't be as much fun, would it?"

"And what about you, Mr. Weasley?" Snape sneered, tilting his head to afford himself a better view of the bulge in Ron's trousers.

"I'm fine," the redhead squeaked, as Draco's thigh ground against his erection.

"Do take it somewhere else, gentlemen," Snape warned, slithering back down the corridor.

"That man is such a stiff-neck," Draco grumbled, his lips finding their rightful place on the soft planes of Ron's neck.

"Oh, I don't know -"

Draco pulled away, eyebrows arched in question. "So now you're telling me *you* want me to remove my knee from your crotch?"

"Well, not so much, but - oh, gods, Draco -" Ron lost the power of speech as he felt Draco's hand fondling his cock through his trousers.

"You were saying?"

"Not much of anything that I can recall. But if you don't stop that, I'm going to - "

"Do it," Draco urged, squeezing harder. "I want to see it."

"Not here! Someone might see."

"Snape was an anomaly. He and Filch are the only ones who ever come up here, and even then, it's very rare. No one's going to see a thing. Except for me."

"Then you'd better help me out here." Ron unzipped his pants and pulled out his already slippery cock.

"Gladly," Draco agreed, taking Ron in hand and pulling firmly. He was rewarded with a chorus of moans.

Ron's head fell back against the stone wall and Draco smiled, never tiring of the look of sheer bliss the redhead assumed when they were together. He nuzzled Ron's neck, his hand still pumping in earnest.

"Oh, fuck this," Draco muttered, releasing Ron's cock.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm not going to stand here and give you a hand job, that's for sure. Fuck me." Draco grinned wickedly. His trousers came down and his robe came up in one swift movement.

"What?"

"I don't have to remind you how, do I?"

"No, it's just - "

"And hurry. We don't want to get caught, do we?" Draco braced his hands against the corridor wall, his ass on full display.

"You are such a slut," Ron mumbled, running his hands over Draco's cheeks before pulling them apart and settling the head of his cock in the cleft.

"A slut who needs fucking. Now."

"As you wish," Ron replied, sliding in with practiced ease. The two groaned in unison at the contact.

Draco used the wall to push back onto Ron's hard shaft, as Ron gripped Draco's hips to coordinate their fucking. Ron rocked forward, thrusting hard as Draco came back to meet him, the two moving in tandem. Their rhythm came naturally, fast and hard. Their panting and groaning bounced back at them off the stone walls.

"Come on, Ron," Draco encouraged. "Faster now. You don't want Filch to see us like this, do you?"

Ron may have responded by calling Draco a "filthy prat", but still obeyed the command of 'faster'. His grip on the blond's slender hips tightened as he thrust home. Draco locked his arms, bracing himself so his head wouldn't slam against the stone. He whimpered with relief when he felt Ron's hand close around his aching shaft, his climax following only a few strokes behind, his seed sliding down the wall. His tightened muscle drew Ron over the edge moments later.

Ron held fast to Draco who, sated from his orgasm, was limp as a rag doll. When their breathing had evened out, he wrapped his arms around Draco from behind, holding the smaller man close to him, leaned back, trusting the wall behind him to hold them both upright. Feeling a comforting warm breath against his ear, Draco smiled, tilting his head back to kiss his lover, who responded with feeling.

He felt Ron's cock, still buried within him, begin to harden again, and he laughed. "Maybe we'd better get dressed?" he suggested.

"And I was just started to enjoy this," Ron protested but withdrew anyway.

"You've always been a bit of an exhibitionist, haven't you?" Draco teased as he reassembled his clothing.

"No, that's you, or have you forgotten already?" Ron smiled at his partner while he pulled up his own trousers. Draco was insatiable, and Ron didn't mind it one bit. He worried sometimes, though, at the chances they took. "If we ever get caught, we'll be thrown out of here so fast -"

"The first Hogwarts professors ever to be tossed out for lewd and lascivious behaviour," Draco said thoughtfully, rubbing his chin. "Our parents would be so proud."

"Our parents!"

"So we won't get caught," Draco assured, pulling Ron to him and capturing his lips for a searing kiss.

When he finally came up for air, Ron gasped, "I hope not. Explaining you to my family was difficult enough. Having to tell them I lost my job because of something like *this* would result in slow, painful torture and death for the both of us."

"Maybe so," Draco agreed, steering them toward the stairs. "But if we did it just right, it might actually be worth it."

~*~*~* FIN ~*~*~*

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