A little birthday smutlet for my hp_dungeons co-writers isolde9 and icarusancalion. No angst in sight, I promise.



At this time of year the morning sun came through the bedroom window precisely at the right angle to land on their pillows. It was a good thing, thought Ron, that his pillow caught the sun just a little earlier; the sunlight woke him first, let him open his eyes to drink in the sight of Draco's blond hair, glittering in those first rays, before they moved just so slightly to Draco's face, causing him to grumble in his sleep and grab another pillow and stuff his head underneath.

"Thicker curtains," Draco mumbled as he thrust his head under the pillow. He muttered something else, but Ron couldn't quite catch it. Draco flopped quite entertainingly, he thought. He burrowed under the covers like a Niffler scenting gold, trying to reach for those last few minutes of sleep, and this morning in shifting about he flung a leg across Ron's thigh.

"Sorry." Draco slid his leg back and turned in the other direction; but Ron was fully awake now, his nerves tingling from that one tantalizing touch of skin on skin. The morning noises of a half-dozen siblings had always woken him early at the Burrow, and he'd never been one to lie abed late. Unlike Draco.

"Oh, no you don't," he said, wriggling closer to Draco's back and insinuating an arm around him. He buried his face in the soft skin at the back of Draco's neck, the little blond hairs tickling his nose. "I reckon you've had enough sleep for one night."

"Go 'way," mumbled Draco, but from the way his hip moved back against Ron it was clear he could be convinced to wake early -- if proper persuasion was applied. That persuasion came in the form of Ron's hand, snaked around his hip, and Ron's hard cock, pushing up against the smooth curves of his buttocks, pressing toward his cleft, and finally Draco flung the pillow to the floor and twisted his head around to where he could see Ron's smirking face. "Don't you ever sleep in the mornings?"

"I'd rather fuck," said Ron, moving his hand up to gently cup Draco's cock. It was comfortably hard and hardened further as he stroked up and down, sliding along the shaft with smooth, easy strokes.

"Mmm. I'd rather you suck me." Ron rolled his eyes but obediently slithered under the covers as Draco rolled onto his back. It was always best to give in early, he'd found, if he wanted to get his way in the end. And it really wasn't giving in, not when he enjoyed it so much. Draco had such a delicious cock, perfectly sized to take into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the head and gently worked his lips down, savouring the slight salt taste as much as he did the breathless moans coming from above him.

"Fuck, oh, touch me," he heard; it wasn't exactly a command, not much force behind the words, but he played his fingers around the heavy balls and teased at Draco's hole anyway, because he enjoyed doing that as well. And after a few minutes he felt Draco tense, and shout, and spurt in his mouth, and he knew his lover was well and truly awake.

He lifted his head and moved up to rest his chin on Draco's chest. Draco wrinkled his nose.

"Don't you dare kiss me. The only thing worse than morning breath is a mouth full of come."

"It's your come," Ron pointed out, reasonably, but Draco made a face and Ron moved his lips toward a nipple instead. He felt a hand push at his head.

"I'm awake now." Draco sounded irritable, as though he'd been woken at three a.m. rather than eight. "Might as well get up and take a shower."

"Well, I'm not ready to get out of bed yet." Ron moved Draco's hand to his still-hard cock; morning sex had been his idea, after all. Not fair to leave him like this, was it?

"Then come fuck me in the shower," said Draco, pulling away and rolling out of bed. "And brush your teeth first," he added as he headed toward the bathroom.