Fic: In Real Life (Ron/Scorpius) by seraphimerising

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Title: In Real Life
Author: seraphimerising
Pairing/Character(s): Ron Weasley/Scorpius Malfoy; references to past Ron Weasley/Lucius Malfoy and Scorpius Malfoy/Albus Severus Potter.
Rating: NC-17
Contains: Bondage, Sensation Play with food and temperature, Cross-Gen, First time, Fluffy, Angsty
Word count: 4400
Summary: A fantasy coming true. Just not the way Scorpius thought.
Author notes: As always a special thanks to S who held my hand when I cut 80% of the first draft after thinking I couldn’t write something for the fest; and to the mods who gave me an extension to wait for her to come back from out of town.



“Are you sure?”

The husky voice purred in Scorpius' ear. He couldn't stop his body's reaction to it. For that matter, he wasn't sure if he wanted to do so. Scorpius had been infatuated with the body it belonged to since he was fourteen, since the day he found those pictures in his grandfather's library tucked away in a surprising Muggle book on knots. Scorpius had quickly made copies of them and put them back. From that point on, however, he had studied the body carefully; the face obscured through the ties covering both mouth and eyes, the blackness of the picture hiding the colour of the hair.

His breathing increased as a large hand wrapped around his waist, pulling him back into the body he had fantasised about in every wank and sexual encounter since that day. For three years, he had thought of only that pale, creamy skin coloured with the ink of an artist, a brilliant dragon curling up and over the shoulder as well as the tail wrapping along the arm. He had lusted over the hint of red hair that would mar the sensual appearance of the white skin and brilliant images if allowed to grow; the strength obvious in the straining limbs restrained, legs tied so they could do nothing but kneel, arms tied to a wall of bars as if he were hung to the cross; but most of all he had dreamed of the long, thick purplish-pink cock that played a central part in all of fantasies Scorpius would admit to, and all those he wouldn't.

“I'm waiting Scorpius,” the deep baritone of the older man purred again as he nestled his already hard cock into the creases of Scorpius' buttocks. It was the only cock that Scorpius even considered allowing access to such an intimate place, no matter that the thought of women disgusted him and much to the annoyance of his ex-boyfriend, Al Potter. “You've actively pursued me for how long with erotic gifts, letters detailing your fantasies involving me and what you want me to do to you; all things that could make an male stronger than me fail miserably. But now that I've relented and you've snuck out of the Manor on Christmas Eve of all times, you've fallen silent?'

Finally finding his voice, Scorpius attempted to respond in an equally seductive tone, “Still amazed that I actually caught you.”

The rumbling baritone chuckling in his ear told him he failed. Scorpius felt the heat rise in his face as the arm around his waist tightened as a set of lips found his neck.

They were firm and determined. For the first time in his life, Scorpius felt like he didn't have to be in charge or put forth a certain appearance. So he did what he had wanted to do for the first time since realising he actually knew the man in his grandfather's pictures, and melted into Ron Weasley's embrace.

His silent compliance brought forth a series of more possessive kisses from Ron along his neck. Teeth nibbled down his throat from just below his ear, trailing towards the top of his shirt. Closing his eyes at the sensual marking, he couldn’t help that with every nibble that sharpened into a bite, Scorpius gasped; each mark he knew the man was leaving on his once spotless neck was quickly soothed by a loving tongue as Ron's hand held him tight.

“So. Are. You. Sure?” Each word purred in a deliberate manner, exaggerating the heat of his intention in Scorpius' ear.

“Yes.” Scorpius found himself cringing at the desperation he heard in his response. All his plans of being confident and secure were long forgotten by his body's need for the man holding him, and the erotic sensations Scorpius knew Ron could teach him.

The arm around Scorpius' waist dragged deliberately across his stomach until it found his hip. Without much effort, Ron spun Scorpius around so that he faced the redheaded wizard. The powerful action stole Scorpius’ breath as Ron's hand quickly wrapped back around him, before pulling Scorpius hard and fast against his clothed and deceptively muscular body -the body of all of Scorpius' fantasies.

A gentle suggestion from a set of fingers pushed Scorpius' chin up until his eyes found Ron's blue counterparts, which were darkened to the colour of the midnight sky. Scorpius took deep breaths to calm his body as those sinful eyes twinkled and the fingers under his chin trailed softly along his jaw as Ron whispered, “You know the rules?”

Mesmerised by the intoxicating gaze of the man who held him with such possession that Scorpius' heart sung with pleasure, he found that his voice could not possibly be expected to work, and so without breaking the connection he feverishly nodded.

“No. I want you to say it aloud.” The firmness in Ron's voice stirred the submissive in Scorpius that he had hidden from all who had shared a bed with him. His evening wasn't simply progressing fast enough for his liking, nor for his cock’s, which was painfully hard as it strained against the metal of his zipper of his trousers.

Breathlessly, Scorpius forced out the single word that would lead to his fantasies coming true - “Yes.”

The intensity in which Ron stared at him made Scorpius question whether he was going to survive the heat of their encounter. Strangely enough, he didn't mind too terribly; especially if it meant he would finally know what le petite mort meant.

“So you are sober?”

Scorpius started to nod but thought better of it. Wanting to please Ron, he found himself stuttering, “Yes.”

“Do you have any limitations that you know of?”

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Scorpius couldn't help but melt into Ron's hand as it trailed into his short hair. Closing his eyes, he moaned in appreciation of the caress.

“You make the most delicious sounds.”

Slowly, Scorpius opened his eyes. Ron's eyes were elsewhere but Scorpius paid no mind, because he knew that they were on him somehow.

“And I look forward to finding every...single...one.” With that last word, Ron's eyes found Scorpius' own again, causing Scorpius' breath to disappear again. “Last thing then Scorpius...I need your word.”

There was no hesitation on Scorpius' part as he whispered, “Cannons.”

He had no time to consider anything else as Ron's lips crashed against his own hard, forcing Scorpius to grab at Ron's shirt to keep his own balance. He had no idea that a kiss could be so demanding and so punishing; he had never kissed anyone like Ron was kissing him and certainly no one had ever kissed him like that before. Ron’s tongue didn’t ask permission for entrance into his mouth, instead it was a silent demand which Scorpius was eager to acquiesce with.

The moment he did, Ron spun him to a whole new level of intimacy. Scorpius felt he was being devoured by Ron’s mouth as the man’s hands held him in place. He longed for Ron to remove his clothes, because Scorpius was beyond being able to do so himself at the moment between the tight grip Ron held him in and Scorpius’ overwhelming need to hold onto something. That something being the object of his fantasy was even better, in his opinion, than he could have dreamt.

When the kiss ended, Scorpius doubted he could stand by himself. His vision swam and his head felt heavy from the lack of oxygen. Blinking several times while he tried to right the swirl of the world he was experiencing, he took several deep breaths. The moment he began to think he could possibly stand by himself, though he didn’t want to, he looked up at Ron’s face and gave the man the largest smile he could.

Ron’s rumbling laugh threatened to cause his heart to burst. Anxiety started to creep into Scorpius as Ron’s arm slowly removed itself from around his body; allowing Scorpius to stand on his feet.

Both of Ron’s hands came up to Scorpius face and whispered, “So sweet. Never expected it from you; not the way Al talked about you.”

Scorpius’ eyes widened at Ron’s statements. He knew better than anybody that he had treated Al appallingly, especially after seeing Ron shirtless at the Burrow a year before, when Scorpius had realised just who had that distinctive dragon tattoo. Scorpius had become so preoccupied with Ron- now that he himself and not just his cock had become central to Scorpius’ fantasies- that he stopped returning Al’s owls, started ignoring him and the few times Al was able to corner him, Scorpius had pushed him off onto someone else or cut him down for shits and giggles.

“Interesting,” Ron smirked. Scorpius’ anxiety started to creep into a new all-time high. He had thought that this would be about pleasure and maybe a little distress; but now he wasn’t so sure. “Remember you do have your word.”

But Scorpius knew he wouldn’t use it though he had forgotten about it.

Ron placed a lingering, chaste kiss to the top of Scorpius head before whispering, “I want you to go to the bedroom along the hall. There you are to remove all your clothing and put it on the chair. Once you are completely naked, I want you to kneel on the bed, your knees shoulder width apart and your hands behind your back, each one gripping the other elbow. And finally, you are not to look at me when I enter the room; you must keep your chin tucked. Understood?”

“Yes,” Scorpius nodded, biting his lower lip; now completely unsure what was about to happen to him. He had thought that this first time would entail a little bondage and some serious fucking but he hadn’t prepared himself for the possibility that he could earn a punishment so soon.

“Yes what Scorpius?”

There was a firmness in Ron’s voice. Scorpius wasn’t quite sure what he had done wrong. Tentatively, he asked, “Yes sir?”

When Ron smiled at him and this time gently prodded, “Yes what?”

“Yes sir.” Came Scorpius’ reply, much more firm and confident this time and he was rewarded with another one of Ron’s kisses.

It wasn’t nearly as punishing as the first one only moments before. The kiss was more erotic as Ron massaged his lips; his actions firm and insistent. Scorpius pressed his own body closer after his arms went from grabbing Ron’s shirt to simply holding him. The feel of Ron’s desire radiated through Scorpius, and it was far superior to any fantasy his mind had come up with in the past few months.

When Ron pulled away, Scorpius found himself not quite so light headed, but still the room spun somewhat. Quietly he whispered, “How do you do that?”

“Do what?” Ron laughed, kissing him gently on the lips.

“Make my head spin from just a kiss?”

“Just wait.” Ron’s smirk filled his face before he continued, “Now, I believe I told you to go to the bedroom.”

“Yes sir.” Scorpius said quickly before taking off. He tried not to sprint, but he couldn’t stop himself either.

Ron’s laughter rumbled through the flat and Scorpius. Quickly, he toed at his shoes as he fumbled with his belt. His hands just wouldn’t cooperate. In a huff, he fished his wand out from his pants and just banished everything he had on. Never known to be neat, Scorpius left his clothes piled on the slipper chair with his wand lying on top and his shoes carelessly below the seat.

Hearing Ron coming down the hall, Scorpius made a mad dash for the bed, clambering onto it as he tried to remember Ron’s instructions. The position, as far as his knees and head went, was easy, but it took him a few minutes to get his arms to work out the other position behind his back.

“Not bad,” Ron purred, Scorpius started to look up instinctively but Ron started to cluck at him before saying, “Uh-huh. I told you to keep your head down. When I want it moved I’ll tell you.”

Ron’s hand quickly found Scorpius’ hair again. The gentle carding through the strands felt quite comforting in a strange way; Scorpius was sure he could fall asleep to the action. He found himself about to doze off, even though his arms were starting to ache a bit when Ron whispered, “If we do this again, I think I want your hair longer.”

It took all of Scorpius’ will power not to look up, though he could do nothing to stop his body from stiffening. The thought of his hair growing out twisted his guts. Whereas his father had been blessed with his grandmother’s more angular features, Scorpius had turned out to be his grandfather’s doppelganger -much to his chagrin. It was even more so then, having heard that the man he had hoped to keep as a lover wanted him to grow his hair out; Scorpius knew he would look even more like his grandfather if he did.

“I happen to like long hair.” There was a curtness to Ron’s voice as it sharply spoke. “It’s been twenty years since I shared a bed with him and neither him nor I are anxious to jump back into one together. Understood?”

“Yes sir.” Scorpius wasn’t convinced though and he knew his voice didn’t hide that uncertainty.

It didn’t take long for Ron’s fingers to find Scorpius’ chin and yank it up so he was forced to look at Ron. The temper that everyone in the Wizarding world knew the youngest Weasley boy possessed was suddenly shining through. Scorpius’ flight or fight instinct started to scream at him to run; his body stayed glued in place.

“You have two choices right here, right now. You can leave or you can stay. If you leave, I will answer any question about my relationship with your grandfather but you will never grace this flat or this bed again. Ever. If you stay, I will not answer a single question regarding him and nor will I ask you about Al, but you will find yourself tied to this bed on most occasions.”


Ron’s head cocked to the side and Scorpius watched as he studied his face. It wasn’t until Ron bent forward, kissing him on the forehead chastely that Scorpius realised that he had been holding his breath. Tears started to burn his eyes as his mind came to the conclusion that Ron had chosen him because he looked like his grandfather and was now going to let him go.

“Why are you crying?” Ron whispered, tugging gently at Scorpius’ arms, releasing them from behind his back. Scorpius fell forward into the man, wrapping his arms around Ron’s body. Though being a Malfoy had been a pain in his backside or most of his life, he had never truly hated it until that moment.

Mumbling into Ron’s shirt, Scorpius said, “It hurts.”

“What hurts?”

“Knowing you said yes because I look like him. Everything I’ve done to get your attention has been--”

“What are you rambling about? I’ve caught maybe every fourth word, ” Ron interrupted, pushing Scorpius back by his shoulders.

Scorpius knew he should look at Ron but he couldn’t bring himself to do it; he just hung his head and settled for willing away his tears instead of answering the man.

“Scorpius, I asked you a question.”

“It hurts,” Scorpius yelled, his voice going up in pitch. “It hurts to know you said yes because I look like him.”

“I said nothing of the sort,” Ron replied shaking his head. Grabbing Scorpius’ head to hold him still and force him to look at him, Ron continued softly, “I hadn’t even noticed until you mentioned it.”

“How could you not?”

Shaking his head, Ron softly said, “Not really the kind of person to notice. Got this reputation for being a more than a bit thick.”

Scorpius just stared at the man before he continued, “That being said, I said yes because of you. No one in all my years has wanted me half as much as your letters claimed to, and your kiss confessed to earlier... All that being said, if you stay, I won’t ask about any of your relationships prior to us and you won’t ask me of mine.”

Scorpius thought for a half-a-second, if that, before reaching for Ron again. Unfortunately, Ron’s hands kept him at a distance. With a questioning look the man asked, “Verbally tell me: are you leaving or are you staying?”

“Staying.”

Ron’s face softened as his hands loosened their grip on his face. In reaction, Scorpius found his body falling slack without Ron’s strength holding it up; however, Ron still had enough control over Scorpius’ body that even if Scorpius wanted to deny the affection he saw coming a mile away, he wouldn’t have. Smiling softly, he met Ron half-way in an even softer kiss then before. Scorpius wrapped his arms around the man and pulled his body close as his mouth opened to receive Ron’s tongue.

That time, Scorpius was the one to break their contact before following it up with a soft closed-mouth kiss. Opening his eyes, he felt Ron’s lips place a peck on his forehead before he could look up.

When he did Ron whispered, “How about we just be tonight?”

Fervently, Scorpius shook his head. “No,” he said firmly. “I’ve waited too long for this.”

“Even after all of this?”

“Yes. Make me forget.” Scorpius found himself begging unabashedly. “I just want to feel you at the moment.”

“How about I just make you feel?”

“Okay.”

The smirk on Ron’s face brought a smile to Scorpius’ face before he added, “Back to the same position?”

“Oh yes.”

Scorpius took one last look at the twinkling blue eyes before tucking his head as he struggled to put his arms in the same position behind his back.

Ron purred in his ear, “In a few minutes, I’ll help you with that... But first...”

Scorpius stopped fidgeting the moment he felt the soft cotton come into contact with his face as Ron’s voice trailed off. He held still as the fabric came to rest over his eyes, taking away his sight away.

“Are you okay?” Ron whispered into Scorpius’ ear.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes sir.”

“Very good.” Ron’s purring whisper managed to tickle Scorpius’ ear; he hadn’t know that was possible but he wasn’t complaining about the physical edge he was already sprinting towards.

Ron’s calloused fingers began to ghost over his skin. Occasionally they lingered over his nipples, where he would tweak and twist them until Scorpius cried out; then and only then did the warm comfort of Ron’s mouth descend to soothe them -first with his lips, and then his tongue, slowly caressing them until the pain abated while Scorpius’ breath continued to rush out of his body faster than he could draw it in. If Scorpius could hear a smile, he did hear Ron’s as the man’s rough fingers continued their exploration along every line of his body that nature had given him: the indentations from hours in the gym and on the Quidditch pitch; the ones which ran along his body giving him his enviable, lithe frame. Every time that Ron found a sensitive area, like those at the hollows of his hips, the spot at the top of the cleft of his arse, the center of his collar bone that a Bludger had smashed his fifth year, and his earlobes, the man would vary his touches, drawing out sounds Scorpius didn’t know he could make whilst his body dangled over the edge.

Scorpius longed to whisper and beg that Ron would push him over; that he couldn’t take much more of the man’s touch. Then he would beg for the man’s forgiveness for not being stronger -though he seriously doubted that any man would be strong enough to take the man’s deliberate and exhilarating touch.

The soft sensation of long, linen strips being draped over his arm brought him back from the edge; Scorpius found himself unsure as to what they would be used for in his position. He had long dreamed of his mystery man to tie him up, with his arms and legs secured to the posts of his bed, his body open and completely at the mercy of his erotic captor. Scorpius simply couldn’t fathom how they would be used whilst he knelt.

He didn’t have to wait for long. Sensing Ron behind him, the man’s hands rubbed up and down Scorpius’ quivering arms.

“Relax,” Ron whispered in his ear. “But you will need to tell me if this starts to hurt or your fingers tingle.”

“Yes sir.” Scorpius moaned, to which Ron latched his mouth onto Scorpius’ neck after a growling ‘Mine.’

He thought for certain he would come from just that as his body bent forward, before he was yanked back as a large hand seized the base of his cock, hard.

“Not yet. I’m not through playing quite yet.” Ron’s voice wrapped around him as the man’s grip on Scorpius’ cock continued to hold him back. “I hadn’t planned on binding you there... but maybe a little ring will help.”

Feeling the tight ring seize down on him did help with his self-control, Scorpius found, though it did nothing for the bundle of nerves he was quickly becoming.

“Now where were we?”

Ron’s seductive voice alone caused his breathing to grow even shallower as the linen strips were slowly dragged from Scorpius’ shoulder. He concentrated on each movement Ron made: the first two strips were placed on his chest whilst the ends were threaded between his arm and his body, before being tightened and knotted, coming to rest on his back; the next was wrapped around his left bicep and secured to those around his chest and then his right arm was also tethered. Ron continued to alternate until Scorpius’ arms were completely bound together behind his body, stretched out to their long lengths and anchored to his torso He had never felt more at ease then he did at that moment. When Ron wrapped his arms around him and held him, Scorpius was sure he had never known what it was to be cherished before then. Ron’s words of adoration and worship were muttered as his mouth explored Scorpius’ bound arms; they sent him sprinting for the edge again, much to his pleasure.

The feeling of the linen strips being pulled from his body brought him out of the swirl of sensations and pleasure Scorpius was willingly drowning in. He went when Ron pushed him down, so that his arse rested on his feet. Scorpius’ mind tried to focus on just what Ron was doing in wrapping his thighs and ankles in the linen before securing them to his hands. It wasn’t until Ron gently manoeuvred him on to his back and his thighs and ankles were bound unforgivably tightly together, did Scorpius realise that not only was he completely bound but he was tied into a very open and vulnerable position, with his cock, balls and arse completely open to the older wizard.

For the smallest fraction of time, he considered protesting about his exposure, but that thought quickly disappeared when Ron’s lips began a tender exploration of his legs and most sensitive areas.

Scorpius’ descent into a erotic madness began the minute Ron started to pour something onto his skin. With every drop that fell, it was quickly cleaned up with Ron’s lapping tongue and his sucking mouth . When some of the liquid fell onto his nipple and wasn’t immediately cleaned up, Scorpius ceased his decadent enjoyment long enough to spare a thought about what Ron was going to do, but a sudden burning sensation stopped him in mid-progress, causing him to cry out. The pain, however, was nothing compared to the sensation of having the hardened material pull against his skin as Ron lapped at it. Scorpius tied to squirm in reaction but Ron had secured him too efficiently for that. Instead he found himself whimpering and begging.

Sometimes, it was ‘more’ as Ron nibbled at him through the material.

Others, it was ‘yes’ as Ron’s sensual tongue traced patterns through the liquid now pooling ever-so-often on Scorpius’ skin.

Finally, when the liquid touched his sensitive cock, he cried out gibberish. Scorpius had no clue as to what he was saying and by Ron’s laughter swirling around him, Scorpius figured that Ron had no clue either.

The gibberish continued as every sensitive area of his cock and balls was coated by the liquid.

“Fuck!” Scorpius cried out as Ron’s warm mouth took him in. He fought the binds though he knew it was fruitless, but he had to try.

There was so many things he needed at that moment: he needed to touch Ron -to feel the man’s muscles move as he worked Scorpius; he needed to kiss Ron -to show the man physically just what he was doing to him; he needed to feel Ron’s hands stretch him, prepare him for the ultimate completion, but most of all he needed to be taken by Ron’s cock -to feel his body stretch around the man’s erection, to feel it claiming him, to feel the warmth of Ron’s fluids coating his insides.

Scorpius needed it all as the blackness started to creep in.

With a strangled cry, Scorpius body convulsed as little sparkling lights filled his vision. His heaving gasps and high-pitched whimpers were all he could hear as he pulled and twisted against his binds as much as he could.

Dizzy from his orgasm, Scorpius continued to suck in deep breaths. When a finger pressed gently against his lips, he opened his mouth obediently. Taking the finger in, he sucked it, finding the taste of chocolate and what must have been his own seed filling his mouth. Scorpius had never tasted anything more wonderful and sucked on the finger with increasing pressure until Ron pulled it out, whispering, “You have to be the most decadent creature I have ever laid my eyes on. I think I’m going to have to keep you.”

“Okay.” Scorpius choked out as the blindfold was removed.

Finally able to see Ron, he was mesmerised yet again by the man who was lying on his side by him. Ron’s fingers made ghosting trails down his chest and the softness in the man’s eyes brought a smile to Scorpius’ face. When his own smile was reflected in Ron’s own, he closed his eyes as Ron leaned in and felt the sweetest of kisses being placed on his lips.

As the kiss ended, Scorpius opened his eyes as Ron caressed his face and whispered, “Let’s get you untied and then I think a long, lazy bath is in order.”

“Will you join me?” Scorpius asked tentatively, not ready to be free of the man’s attentive touches just yet.

“You love, will have trouble getting rid of me after watching you tonight.”

Scorpius knew he that wouldn’t mind that at all as he stretched his head up for another kiss.

Fin.