Morning sun flooded into the room, washing its warmth over Draco's face and body and the blond let out a long, drawing yawn. Ron was laying beside him, asleep, his head pressed against Draco's chest with his auburn fringe spilling over his eyes. His freckled skin was balmy with the scent of sweat and sex.

"This," Draco mumbled, "was a disastrously bad idea."

The sound stirred Ron awake. He nuzzled his face into Draco's sternum -- Draco could feel the tip of his nose lightly brush against his skin, and it made his breath hitch. "Mmm, what'd you say?" Ron asked, his voice fuzzy with sleep.

Draco looked at the man resting comfortably next to him. He tried to wriggle out of Ron's arms, mustering up as much disdain as he could manage - which was frightfully little - and said, "This was a idisastrously bad idea/i."

To his dismay, Ron only looked up at him and tightened his hold. "What? To get a room with so much bleeding sunlight?" He squinted. "I agree. Utterly ridiculous."

"Not the room, you idiot! This!" Draco gestured wildly to their pale bodies, naked and tangled together in the sheets.

Ron smiled at him, his blue eyes wide. "Oh. This?" He smoothed a hand over Draco's chest and flicked one of his nipples with his thumb. "Last night you thought it was a brilliant idea, you inasmuch said so. In one of the rare moments you used your mouth for talking, that is." The redhead dipped his head down and licked the same pebbled nub he'd played at before.

Draco's body betrayed him, involuntarily bucking up into Ron's warm, wet mouth. "I...I was...you got me drunk!"

"So you're blaming me?" Ron kissed a slow path up Draco's chest.

"You were practically pouring firewhisky down my throat!"

The other man chuckled softly. "You didn't seem to mind. Mmm, and speaking of throat - yours is lovely." He ran his lips over Draco's Adam's apple before pressing them to the lump and sucking hard.

Draco's eyes fluttered shut and he moaned, his prick steeling against Ron's leg. "It was...an accident."

"An accident?" Ron kissed Draco's pink mouth. "So what, you just tripped and fell and landed on my cock?" His other hand slipped down between their bodies, over Draco's hip, and his fingers skittered their way between his legs. He pressed a digit to the tight ring of muscle guarding his entrance. "You're awfully clumsy for an Auror."

Draco moaned and hissed, pushing his body down to meet the intrusion. "What about you?"

Ron whispered a spell. "What about me?"

"I mean," Draco breathed, spreading his thighs apart and revelling in the soft, sucking sound that filled the room as Ron's finger moved in and out of his now-slick channel. "Are you as clumsy as me?"

The redhead raised his eyebrow at him in an all too Malfoysian manner. "Draco...?"

"Maybe you could trip and fall and..." Draco canted his hips upward. "You know."