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Oliver
When I entered the shower it was already full of steam. Draco stood there humming softly to himself, his back turned to me. I stepped inside and wrapped my arms around his waist,
"You little minx," I gently bit his earlobe and he sniggered before tilting his head indicating I was more than welcome to ravish his soft neck, which I gladly did. I was nearing the edge of his shoulder when he said in a low voice,
"Fuck me, Oliver." My teeth sank in his sensitive flesh and he hissed. I lifted my head to look at him, and saw his face set in firm resolution while his eyes were soft with pleasure, a fucking arousing combination.
I was never one who needed to be told such things twice and I immediately reached for the bottle of shower gel (Yes, I know it's girly, but I got practically addicted to the stuff once I left school. Especially the tropical fruits one, what can I say- exotic scents gives me a hard on…)
One of my hands was holding Draco in place while the other was prepping him. He moaned softly and his head slumped back on my shoulder. I couldn't really stop myself from biting his neck while slowly entering him- if I learned one thing from our first time it was that it was better to distract Draco before I actually penetrated him so he wouldn't freak out, even if it was his second time and he already knew what to expect. Or perhaps because it was his second time and he already knew what to expect.
I delivered myself slowly, I was really happy and rather grateful he didn't freak out this time, it was a rather painful experience before, having to wait for him to come round while all I wanted to do was thrust as hard and as fast as I possibly could because it was such a torture to be so hard without being able to do anything about it.
The skin of his neck was so soft and sweet under my lips I had no desire to cease from lapping it. As my thrusts became deeper my teeth join in and Draco hissed again,
"Harder…" he whispered and the shock of this word caused me to still, "Fuck. Me. Harder." He pleaded and I smiled, hey if he's going to ask so nicely I'm not the one who's going to say no.
Fuck, he was so hot and tight, it was almost unbelievable. The heat from the shower mingled with our lust and made me feel like my brain was turning to green mush. The force and depth of the thrusts grew and I was greatly rewarded with Draco's head rolling on my shoulder, his breath coming out in small chocked gasps and soft moans.
He was so darn cute, and he was actually one of my quietest lovers, it was quite a change as I got used to the ones who liked to shout and give out orders in a loud voice for the whole freaking world to hear. Peter used to do it, only he would call out stuff in all sort of languages, he spoke seven fluently and knew words in at least dozen more, as a language researcher it was rather helpful. But talk about taking your job a little too serious…
I reached around him to grab his cock in my hand while the other was teasing his nipples, my mouth never let go of his neck. It gave me immense pleasure to know that Draco was absolutely under my control, under my power and yet it was I who was powerless as his muscles tightened around me.
We both came together with a soft cry and stood under the steaming water trying to catch our breath. I slowly pulled out of Draco's body and turned him around; his eyes were closed as his arms sneaked around me to hold me tight. His head rested on my shoulder and I slowly ran my hands over his backside, rinsing the remains of the soapsuds from his skin. We stayed like that for what felt like eternity, caressing each other softly- neither of us wanting to move until the water started to lose heat.
I gently pushed Draco from me in order to step out of the shower. I went over to the pile of towels the house-elves left and threw one at Draco before taking another and starting to dry myself.
I had just finished wrapping the towel around my waist when I heard a soft anguished cry. I looked up and saw Draco staring at the mirror in disbelief. He turned to me and pointed at his neck where I could see, blossoming on his pale, creamy skin a big, purple, ugly,
"Hicky!" He cried out in shock, "You gave me a bloody hicky!" he turned back to the mirror in horror and I tried to stifle a smile. I loved the fact that I marked him, and I even loved the fact that he was mad about it- guess that's the masochist bit in me. "Oliver!" he cried in a shrill, pleading voice, "Do something!"
I moved to stand behind him so that I could examine the damage, up close it did look rather horrible, there were teeth marks and the skin was very much bruised.
"I don't think I can heal it, I'm rubbish at healing charms," I said apologetically, "You should probably go and see Madame Pomfrey…" He gave me an icy glare,
"And say what? That Oliver Wood was shagging me senseless in the shower and got a little carried away?" his voice was dripping of malice and I couldn't stop my smile,
"Pretty much, if you can only drop the bit about the shagging and my name…" he narrowed his eyes at me, clearly not amused… Gods, he was making such a fuss over a small hicky, you'd think he never got one before… wait… never mind.
"Oliver, this is not funny! Fix it!" he snarled and I sighed.
"Fine. Let me go get my wand." I said and headed out of the washroom. I grabbed my wand from the bedside table and returned to the shower. Draco was still staring at the mirror, looking at his hicky from all angles and getting more desperate by the second.
"Well, I can't heal it, but I can conceal it." I said cheerfully as I went to stand behind him, he nodded tightly and I whispered the spell. He checked his neck and was please to see there was no trace of the love-bite left. He took a deep breath and turned to me,
"Thanks." I smiled sweetly at him, bugger, he actually managed to make me feel guilty for giving him a bloody hicky… unbelievable- we've been intimate less than 24 hours and I'm already whipped. "What's the spell you used?"
"It's the most basic concealing charm there is. I'm surprised you don't know it, I mean how did you get by all those years without having to hide love-bites and other marks." He glared at me with narrowed eyes and I cursed inwardly, yet again, I managed to forget he was a virgin up until several hours ago. But to my defence I can only say that you do not expect someone on his second time around to be that bold!
"Sorry." I said softly and slid my hands around him, I tried to nuzzle the side of his neck (the other side) when he jumped out of my arms and turned furiously to me,
"Oh, No. You are not going anywhere near my neck! Or any other part of me that is visible above clothes! I don't trust you, you… ravishing-hicky-maniac!" I couldn't really hold my laughter anymore, and I could even see the tiniest smile gracing his lips. Draco turned back to the mirror and examined his neck yet again, he gingerly touched his neck and cringed.
"It's a concealing charm, not a healing one. You still have the bruise, you just can't see it." I said in a soft voice.
"How long would it last?"
"A couple of days." He turned and looked at me with contempt again,
"I meant the spell."
"Me too!" I had just about enough of this attitude. I don't remember being so self-conscious when I got my first hicky… I was actually quite proud of it, although I must admit that the fact that it was located on my chest was rather helpful, as no one actually knew it was there. But that is not the point! His hicky was hidden and there was no reason for him to still fuss about it.
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Draco
I cannot believe he gave me a hicky! By all means, I should be the one who's doing the marking around here! I am a Malfoy after all. But on the other hand, that was one hot fuck… I wouldn't really mind a love-bite, if it wasn't on my neck for the entire world to see. If news of this reach father I'd be royally screwed.
Right now, though, the last thing on my mind was father, especially when Oliver preformed a warming spell on the room, and stood there facing me. I locked eyes with him and stepped closer, losing my towel on the way without breaking eye contact. Oliver's lips quirked up in a little devious smile as I closed the distance between us. Without a word I tugged at the towel wrapped loosely around his waist causing the fabric to fall to the floor in a pool of white.
I grabbed Oliver's shoulders and pushed him back towards the bed. I could see the surprise in his eyes at my daring but there was also something like admiration, and mostly lust- making his hazel coloured eyes almost black as the pupils dilated.
Soon Oliver found himself sprawled on the bed, while I hovered above him on my hands and knees. I straddled him with my knees preventing him from moving his legs and was pleased to see his tongue dart to lick his lips in anticipation of what was to come. I felt really brave, not to mention mischievous and I wanted to get back at Oliver for giving me the bloody hicky in the first place and then teasing me about it. I grabbed his wrists and pinned them both high above his head.
I lowered my head to kiss him, not too sweetly. The rest of my body was still in the air, not touching him and he grunted angrily in the kiss unable to move and bring me down, which pleased me greatly. I shifted my position a bit and brought my hands a little lower, dragging his wrists. The angry grunt immediately changed into a cry of pain that startled me so much I actually jumped up and landed on his hips, my hands close to my chest and my eyes wide with shock. Oliver grabbed at his left shoulder and looked at me with a sad smile.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to freak you out. It's my shoulder…" I tried to smile and not betray the fact he nearly gave me heart attack, and after taking a couple of deep breaths I was composed enough to lower myself gently and rest my head on his uninjured shoulder. Oliver's arm went around me and his fingers started tracing slow circles at the small of my back. I mirrored his action only on his shoulder. I could feel the tight muscles under the tips of my fingers, flexing slightly.
"How were you injured?" I asked in a small voice, realizing it was the first time I actually thought about his injury. Of course I've heard about it, it was in all the papers and it became the talk of the day in Hogwarts in the end of last year but among all the gossip and speculations I've never really understood how exactly it happened.
"Didn't you read the paper?" Oliver's voice was grim and I had a feeling he wasn't all too crazy about all the attention his injury got from the press.
"I did but they never said how it happened."
"It was the last game of the season," he started in a quiet voice, I like that voice, it seems to have a body of its own, like invisible fingers caressing my skin softly. "We played the "Falmouth Falcons" I don't know if you ever seen them play but they are like a team of Marcus Flints." He looked down at me and I raised my brow questioningly and gave him a mock-innocent look (well as innocent as I could while laying naked in bed with him after we just shagged, that is) Oliver smiled,
"Oh, you know what I mean. Anyway, the game was rough and dirty as always and the Falcons were ruthless. This year their beaters were so big they could actually hit the bludger half way across the pitch and still knock people off their brooms. I was doing very well at that game, I managed to save at least 10 goals and the Falcons were royally pissed at me. It didn't really help their mood that our seeker was about ten times better than theirs. In the end one of the beaters decided to take matters into his own hands and smacked the bludger at me while my attention was elsewhere. The sordid ball hit me square in the shoulder, which was dead painful but wasn't the worst part. I was knocked backwards from the force of the blow and my shoulder crushed on the goal post, which practically shattered it.
"I don't remember much after that but I was told I dropped like a rock from the broom and only the wits of my couch to slow down my fall didn't result in my death. I spent almost a month in St. Mongu's while the healers tried to put my shoulder back together. There was also a problem of torn muscles and such."
"And now?" I tried to keep the feeling out of my voice, because there were so many emotions trying to present themselves, the want to protect Oliver, the disgust and anger towards the one who did to him, the need, almost overwhelming need to hug him and whisper sweet nothings in his ear to make him forget.
"Now I'm fine. Sometimes the shoulder still acts up, especially when I make certain movements. But I'm fine, and I've never managed to actually find out which movements are the wrong ones." He added at the sight of the blush the crept to my cheekbones.
"What about the United?" I asked, I didn't understand why they let him go in the first place only to beg him to come back now.
"At first it looked like I might never actually heal. They thought I was done for and that I could never mount on a broom again, let alone catch a quaffle. They started to scan for new keepers almost at once, just to be on the safe side as they said," his voice was turning bitter as his lips curled around the words, "They got a great offer from the Harpies for Andrew Killian, the International Irish keeper, and who wouldn't want the keeper of the current world champions, who, by the look of their qualifying campaign are going for a second title in a row?" This time his voice was devoid of any feeling and sentiment, he was starring at the ceiling and the only sign of anger was in the way his hand clutched the bed spread. I leaned forward to plant a soft kiss on his chest, I couldn't think of a single thing to say, not one that would actually help, anyway.
"Why do they want you back now? That doesn't make sense, if Killian isn't injured and neither is the reserve keeper…"
"I think it's their subtle way of saying sorry for kicking me when I was down." His voice was bitter again and I just felt like hurting each and every person who did this to him.
"What do you feel about it?" I knew how it made me feel but I needed to hear what he thought, sort of validate my own feelings.
"I think it's insulting."
I saw the muscles of his jaw tighten and couldn't think of anything to say or do but lean forward and catch his lips in a soft kiss. He didn't really object and I soon found myself trapped under his body again.
"Don't worry; I'm not going to shag you again. I think you had enough for your first day." I was about to protest and say I was perfectly fine when he pressed his hand on my bum, his fingers sliding slightly in the gap and I realized he was right, I did have enough for the moment.
A/N:
When you're trying to write a sex scene while listening to Metallica, you end up with stuff like- Fuck. Me. Harder. No sweet caresses here.
In excessive heat your brain does turn to green mush. Really, I saw it in "CSI-Las Vegas" once, so gross! Awesome show.
I decided that Quidditch should be like football, leagues, world cup, European cup- the lot. It's much easier for me to think about it because I'm following football closely. The only thing I don't think Quidditch has is the champions' league… pity, still Go Gunners!