Morning Lessons
When one looked at Percy Weasley with out knowing him, one would tend to think he was a straight laced, rule following, subtle kind of fellow. But when one looked at Percy Weasley through the eyes of one Oliver Wood, one would think that Mr. Weasley was a cruel, kinky bastard.
"I did not hear you, Mr. Wood, can you repeat that?" Percy asked, lazily dragging a cube of ice down his lover's stomach. Oliver let out a gasp and tried to reach for Percy's wrist, but his hands were currently above his head, tied to the bedpost with a leather belt. Percy, who was straddling Oliver's hips, brought the ice cube closer to himself, leaving a wet trail just over Oliver's belly button.
"I said 'Yes, Sir'", Oliver replied, shuddering.
Percy hummed happily and pushed the ice cube back up Oliver's torso, pausing briefly to press it onto his nipple. The red head smirked knowingly as Oliver thrust his hips into his own. Percy slid slowly off of Oliver onto the bed, slightly rumbling his work clothes.
"Excellent answer, Mr. Wood" Percy murmured, leaning forward slightly and licking the length of Oliver's neck. "So, I expect you not to sleep in tomorrow." With another smirk, Percy stood, dropping the ice cube on the center of Oliver's chest, and disappeared with a small crack. Oliver let out a frustrated groan and tugged half heartedly at the belt holding his arms above him.
"Fucking Weasley"
Yay, my first Percy/Oliver drabble. Don't own anything and all that good stuff, Percy and Oliver belong to one Miss JK Rowling, I just do enjoy having naughty thoughts about them.