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Draco is all sharp angles and straight lines. Ron towers over him, broad and muscular. Somehow, they fit together like puzzle pieces. Each part finding it’s match in the other. Lying on the bed, their hands stroking one another, each piece of the puzzle is in place.

Elegant fingers and a smooth palm move over Ron’s cock. Thin and long, Draco’s hand finds the perfect rhythm, his full lips moving over the freckled chest, teeth scraping hard nipples. Knowing exactly where to touch, where to lick. He knows Ron’s body better than Ron does, always the one in control.

Long fingers and a calloused palm move over Draco’s cock. Thick but not as long, Ron fumbles as he strokes, his breath raspy as he whimpers softly. A hand moving along his hip, squeezing his arse, fingers moving into him. Blue eyes roll as he thrusts into the hand, moving back against the fingers. He comes first, his hand moving with determination, Draco’s breath catching before he’s unable to prevent his release any longer.

They fit together perfectly.