Disclaimer: I own nothing that is the Harry Potter canon. J.K. Rowling is an excellent woman to give myself the characters to play with, and will return when done. I only own the plot, and nothing else.
Cedric groaned at the sight, loving the view, but hoping he would feel those lips wrapped around elsewhere in the near future. Once Oliver was done with clean up, he sat up, gripped Cedric's legs to wrap around his waist, and carried him to the bed. Cedric wrapped his arms around the Gryffindor's neck, holding on and kissing at the strong neck as he was carried and placed in the middle of the bed. Once being placed on the bed, still naked, Cedric laid lazily on the bed, spreading himself out, looking up to the boy at the foot of the bed with a seductive look in his eyes. Finally, Oliver joined him on the bed, straddled his thighs, and moved down to kiss the boy below him, moving his hands to grab those of the Hufflepuff, pinning them above his head, kissing along his neck again, loving the taste of his skin.
Cedric could feel the straining erection of the boy above him, and knew he wanted to try something new, to help relieve the Scottish lad as he had done for him. He broke his hands free, grabbed the shoulders of the Gryffindor, and flipped them so he was on top. He began slowly kissing Oliver's lips, tasting himself upon said lips and groaning, smiling. He eventually ventured lower, running his lips over each dusky, tan nipple, while pinching the other to make both hard. Oliver breathed heavily, and groaned, while allowing his fingers to mesh within the Hufflepuff's hair, and following as the head continued lower. The boy above the Gryffindor slowly moved his lips down the toned, muscular stomach of the lad below him, tracing the perfect lines of the abdomen below him with his tongue.
Oliver's stomach was rising and falling quickly, anticipating where the Hufflepuff's mouth will end up, and quickly was answered when he felt the hot breath of said boy's against his clothed erection. He trembled, and whimpered slightly. Cedric grinned widely, never thinking he would hear the rogue Scottish lad below him ever whimper. He quickly rubbed his hands over the sides of the Gryffindor, and brought his hands to the front of the trousers in front of his face, and unbuttoned and unzipped them, and discarded them quickly, wanting to reveal more. He found Oliver adorned scarlet silk boxers, with a small gold lion on the left thigh. He giggled, and smirked up at Oliver. Oliver shrugged, and replied, "I'm a Gryffindor through and through, I show house pride," and ended the statement with sticking his tongue out at the Hufflepuff.
Cedric chuckled once again, and then watched for the reaction on Oliver's face as he brought his hand to cover the still clothed erection straining for release. Oliver's face showed that of pure pleasure, and anxiousness, wanting to be freed from the confines of his boxers. Finally, Cedric brought his mouth to the hem of the boxers, and grabbed the hem with his teeth, and slowing pulled the boxers down the thighs of the Gryffindor below him, and finally pulled them off from his ankles while sitting back on his feet to pull them off. Once discarded, Cedric looked below him to enjoy the view of Oliver Wood, tanned and toned in every aspect, sprawled out before him, which a hard and aching erection jutting out from the soft brown curls below his pelvis.
Cedric sighed, drinking in the sight of Oliver, loving the beautiful view. Eventually, he started at the ankles of the Gryffindor, and kisses slowly up each leg, teasing him mercifully. Eventually he reached the strong thighs of Oliver, and dragged his fingertips along the skin, watching goose bumps spread over the skin. Oliver reacted and thrusted upwards; in response Cedric giggled and gripped each hip with his hands and held down Oliver. "Nuh uh uh, you must be patient, lion." Oliver grunted, and whispered, "Damn badgers." Slowly, Cedric pressed long, soft, tender kisses around each patch of skin that wasn't Oliver's cock. Oliver was trembling below him, wanting nothing more than to feel Cedric's smooth lips wrapped around him, but knew he needed to be patient; the reward would be great.
In due time, while gripping Oliver's firm backside, he brought the tortured erection of the Gryffindor to his mouth, and slowly wrapped his lips around the head. Oliver sighed in great relief, reveling in the feel of his cock finally entering Cedric's mouth. Cedric took each inch in, one after the other, until he finally had Oliver's cock deep inside his mouth, touching the back of his throat. It took great strength of the Hufflepuff to hold the Gryffindor down by his hips, who was trying to thrust up or move. It was extremely sensitive to be held within the tight, moist cave that was Cedric's mouth. Finally, Cedric released Oliver's erection from this throat, and began a slow pace of taking him in and out of his mouth. In doing so, he twirled his tongue around the shaft and brought one hand from his ass to the sensitive skin of Oliver's balls. Oliver grunted audibly, and let his hands rest in the soft hair of Cedric's while he moved his lips around his cock.
In due time, Cedric began to increase his pace, taking the other hand from Oliver's ass and bringing it to assist in stroking his cock with his hand and mouth. Oliver began to speak obscenities, laced with his thick Scottish accent. "Fuck Ced…that feels fucking terrific. Merlin Ceeeeeed!" This motivated the Hufflepuff more, deciding it was time to allow for the Gryffindor to have his release. He sped up his ministrations more, and began to hum against the rock hard erection within his mouth, and this caused Oliver to thrust upwards while gripping Cedric's hair tightly. "Fuck Cedric, oh Merlin I'm going to cum, oh Cedric, CEDRIC!" As Oliver screamed the grey-eyed boy's name, he released his seed into the awaiting mouth. Cedric swallowed all of the seed gratefully; enjoying the taste of the release he created for the boy underneath him.
Cedric slowly kissed the head of Oliver's cock, and kissed each patch of skin he came across on his slow return up to the face of the content Scotsman. He smiled at the relaxed look on his face, and the slowly breathe the boy was releasing. Finally, Oliver opened his eyes to stare into the grey ones looking at him, and broke into a wide grin. He pulled Cedric into a soft, passionate kiss, tasting himself on those soft, red lips. Eventually, they laid side by side to each other, pulling up the sheets to cover their naked bodies. They faced each other's hands together, and talked well into the night of what they had just experienced. Both told each other what they did like and didn't like, which they revealed they liked everything, and didn't dislike a thing. After a while of talking, and feeling sleep catching up with them, Oliver laid on his back while Cedric placed his head on the broad shoulder of the Scotsmen, and they continued holding hands while sleeping, feelings absolutely content in the situation they had created for the night. Though they had only planned on talking, they discovered much more of their own preferences in that night, and went on to dream of their activities.