Oliver replayed every second of the game in his head while he rubbed his
soapy hands over his body. The hot jet of the showerhead rinsed off the
suds as his hand lowered of its own accord. Just thinking about that sexy
Slytherin had him hard.
It still amazed him that he could be attracted to Flint. At first glance, yes, Marcus was as far from handsome as someone could be. But there was something about the way he watched Oliver with hooded eyes. Wood knew that it was those eyes, those intense eyes that had first captured him. Calculating eyes that told him he belonged to someone and always would.
And Oliver accepted that. It excited him to know that he was Flint's, although nothing had happened yet, but it would soon. Wood pumped himself in the shower, as he had been doing much too often lately, whispering Marcus's name over and over again. This had to stop. Oliver had to do something, and being the brave Gryffindor, he knew what had to be done.
Reaching his climax, he came, eyes shut, imagining the Slytherin captain. After that, he had to wash himself again, and the second time, he tried not to get hard. Finishing up, he dried off and got dressed. He threw all of his things into his bag, taking special care with his uniform. A grin crossed his face as he thought about the victory today. Oliver swore that he could almost smell Flint on his uniform, however, that was ludicrous. Still, Wood inhaled the scent of his uniform once more before placing it in his bag and heading back towards the castle.
Oliver walked right past the hidden Flint, continuing towards Hogwarts. Marcus took a moment to lick his lips at the thought of Wood muttering his name while jerking off in the shower, then followed. However, it was difficult to walk, seeing how he was completely aroused. His right hand tried to push down his erection but that particular beast refused to be put down. Finally, he gave up and quickly milked himself, remembering the vision he had of Oliver in the quidditch locker room. It only took a few minutes for Flint to explode on his hand. Immediately, he cleaned himself up and chased after Wood, anticipating the moment he would catch his personal Golden Snitch.
It still amazed him that he could be attracted to Flint. At first glance, yes, Marcus was as far from handsome as someone could be. But there was something about the way he watched Oliver with hooded eyes. Wood knew that it was those eyes, those intense eyes that had first captured him. Calculating eyes that told him he belonged to someone and always would.
And Oliver accepted that. It excited him to know that he was Flint's, although nothing had happened yet, but it would soon. Wood pumped himself in the shower, as he had been doing much too often lately, whispering Marcus's name over and over again. This had to stop. Oliver had to do something, and being the brave Gryffindor, he knew what had to be done.
Reaching his climax, he came, eyes shut, imagining the Slytherin captain. After that, he had to wash himself again, and the second time, he tried not to get hard. Finishing up, he dried off and got dressed. He threw all of his things into his bag, taking special care with his uniform. A grin crossed his face as he thought about the victory today. Oliver swore that he could almost smell Flint on his uniform, however, that was ludicrous. Still, Wood inhaled the scent of his uniform once more before placing it in his bag and heading back towards the castle.
Oliver walked right past the hidden Flint, continuing towards Hogwarts. Marcus took a moment to lick his lips at the thought of Wood muttering his name while jerking off in the shower, then followed. However, it was difficult to walk, seeing how he was completely aroused. His right hand tried to push down his erection but that particular beast refused to be put down. Finally, he gave up and quickly milked himself, remembering the vision he had of Oliver in the quidditch locker room. It only took a few minutes for Flint to explode on his hand. Immediately, he cleaned himself up and chased after Wood, anticipating the moment he would catch his personal Golden Snitch.