Here's part two! Also, rated M for smut.
HARRY POTTER
Prefect Duty II
A Poliver smut
Percy Weasly never thought he would ever take another man on a date. Maybe Penelope or Marjolaine, sure.
But not Oliver Wood, the famed Quidditch captain of Gryffindor.
And he never imagined it would be difficult and very frustrating. Taking a girl out was easy; you give her flowers, take her to dance, sit together to watch the sunset or the Giant Squid by the lake, and if you're lucky, you snog.
But dating a bloke? He couldn't give Oliver flowers or take him to dance and, most certainly, he could not sit idly watching the sunset with him. It was difficult to even hold his bloody hand. Percy did not know what to do or even say. It was truly frustrating.
And then there was another problem.
-"I'm bored."- Oliver complained, using a crumpled piece of paper as a ball, throwing it high in the air or at the walls to catch it.
Oliver Wood was an active man while Percy was desk-bound. What Percy considered entertaining, Oliver didn't found even remotely fun.
Percy sighed for the tenth time in exasperation, running a hand across his curly hair, -"Well, I believe this is entertaining enough."
-"Really?"- Oliver laughed, -"Paperwork is fun for you?"
-"Yes, Oliver Wood,"- Percy replied dryly, -"You'll find it surprising that not everybody is like you."
-"Full name again,"- Oliver said, tossing the ball into the dustbin and standing up from the desk Percy was working on. All this time he had ignored Percy's complains, much to his chagrin, -"I'm sorry, Prefect Percy, for offending your—er—unique tastes."
-"None taken."- Percy replied flatly, eyes bored on the papers beneath him. He had promised Professor Sprout to help her grade some tests, but earlier that day, he told Oliver that they'd go on a date. Percy forgot about it, unfortunately, and now here they were, with Oliver bored and badgering him, and Percy morose and stressed.
-"But seriously,"- Oliver droned, moving behind Percy, -"You need to work on your dating skills."
Percy groaned again, pinching the bridge of his nose, -"For the last time, Oliver, you can't blame me for forgetting. I have a job to do."
-"Yeah, scribbling on papers. So difficult,"- Oliver sang, placing both hands on the rump of Percy's chair and putting weight so that the chair leaned up and Percy was forced to look up at Oliver's charming face, -"The problem's simple, Perce: you're just thinking about yourself."
Percy was blushing; Oliver was just so attractive and his magnificent face was a mere inch away from his, -"I—I... that is not..."
-"And, if you haven't guessed already, it's not about just you anymore,"- Oliver leaned down, brushing his lips against Percy's, -"It's about us."
-"Us...?"- Percy gulped, his mind jumbled by the soft touch of Oliver's lips.
-"Yes, Prefect,"- Oliver chortled lowly, cupping Percy's face, -"You and me. Me and you. You know, us."
-"Oh, of—of course,"- Percy stammered and gulped again, -"I just... I don't know what to do, w—with you."
-"Well, I know one thing we can do that we'll both enjoy."- Oliver spoke, rather sultrily, and moved to Percy's fore. He was wearing his Quidditch uniform, which was tight and gave Percy the wildest of imaginations, and Oliver shouldered the robe off and hurled it aside.
A wave of heat washed Percy from head to toes, -"O—Oliver, I don't think this is the right... place,"- He looked at the door, to make sure it was closed and that no one was watching, -"Or time. I have to—"
Oliver's hand lashed out, but all Percy saw was a blur and his papers flying.
-"Oliver!"- Percy seethed, prompting to stand on his feet but Oliver held him down with both hands on his chest, firm and heavy. Then he moved and sat on Percy's lap, who gasped a bit too loudly at the sensational pressure, -"Merlin's beard..."
-"Lighten up, Perce,"- Oliver murmured, hooking the tips of his fingers on the brim of his shirt, -"You're always so tense."
Percy watched with rapt attention as Oliver pulled his Quidditch sleeved shirt over his head and let it fall loose behind him. Then Oliver was sitting on his lap, shirtless, showing off his lean frame and brawn, and Percy couldn't keep his eyes off; he wanted to touch him, feel every bump and dent of his muscles.
-"Can... can I?"- Percy asked because, well, it wasn't his body.
Oliver smirked knowingly, -"Sometimes, you're adorable,-"- He took Percy's hand with his and moved it to the middle of his chest. Sparks erupted all across Percy's body at the touch, feeling Oliver's smooth and warm skin with his palm, -"Touch all you want, sir."
Percy did just that; he touched, dragging his palms over Oliver's chest and down his abdomen, feeling the hard ridges of his athletic body. He moved upwards again and separated his hands to touch each of Oliver's arms, feeling all its length before stopping by his chest again, each hand cupping each of Oliver's teats. Percy felt his boyfriend's body twitching in anticipation and a familiar jab against his groin.
The Quidditch captain exhaled through his mouth, -"Percy..."- He sighed.
Percy's thumbs were hovering, shaking wantonly, over Oliver's nipples and he wanted very much to fondle them, to hear Oliver breathing his name again...
-"No,"- Percy said, dropping his hands, -"I'm not doing this... here, of all places."- He looked at the door again.
-"Why not?"- Oliver slurred, reaching for Percy's hands again.
-"Because..."- Whispered Percy, -"This is Professor Sprout's office."
Oliver grinned and it was shinning for Percy's eyes, -"Even better,"- Oliver grabbed the collar of Percy's robe and heaved, pulling him down over his own body. His back collided with Sprout's desk with a mute thud and Percy yelped, -"Makes it more exciting, don't you reckon?"
-"No, I do not,"- Percy disagreed, but he might have been lying. There was a certain level of thrill to it that made Percy's heart throb faster, -"We are violating the—"
-"Stop talking, Perce, and just kiss me already,"- Oliver groused, jerking Percy's head down to smash their lips together for a messy kiss. A kiss that just as good as any, Percy thought, because his head swirled and stars danced across his vision. His skin bristled and burned and he gasped against Oliver's striking mouth when his other tugged his head again, begging for his tongue. Percy hesitated, but complied two seconds later and pushed his tongue into Oliver's hot mouth; he toured expertly (thanks to Oliver's teaching, of course), swirling his organ around Oliver's own tongue, tying and dancing. Drool dribbled to chins, but neither cared. They stopped only to catch their breath, -"Touch me."- Oliver pleaded.
This time, Percy didn't hesitate, because if there was something he enjoyed more than paperwork or any other Prefect duty, it was touching Oliver's sculpture of a body, and this time, he fondled those teats. Oliver made an odd sound in response, like a squeal, arching to press his chest tighter against Percy's. Their middles rubbed along and their erections met, causing the two to moan in unison. They continued to rub, panting and sweating like two pigs in such a confined space until they climaxed.
Percy wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, but Oliver's were hasty and desperate as he unbuckled his own shackles and dropped his trousers to knee level, exposing his undergarment. Percy gasped and scrambled up when Oliver pushed it down too, -"W—wait! I don't know how to—"- He could see Oliver's bush of pubic hair!
-"It's easy. And fun. Trust me,"- Oliver drawled, wedging two finger between his cheeks, -"I'll show you. I promise you're gonna love it as much as I do."
Percy couldn't speak; he was watching Oliver stimulating himself, fingering his own anus. Prepping himself for penetration. Percy's.
It was a marvelous sight.
-"I might need a little help here."- Oliver panted, sweating under heavy brows.
Percy gulped and looked up at Oliver, -"I... I don't know how."
-"I just need you to open me up for you. Simple,"- Oliver uttered breathlessly, -"C'mon. I need you, Perce."
Open him up, Percy repeated in his head as he shoved two of his finger into Oliver's backdoor. He visualed how Oliver had done it to himself and imitated it, parting his fingers and thrusting in out. The walls of Oliver's hole were hot around his fingers, supple and pulpy. Exquisite.
-"That's it, Perce,"- Oliver mumbled, lolling his head back, -"Quick learner, you are."
Spurred, Percy continued, focusing on opening Oliver as much as he could, and he was engrossed in the task, more than any of his Prefect tasks; instead of listening to the scribbling of his quills, he was reveling in the squelches his fingers made with every thrust. He didn't stop, didn't checked whether or not Oliver was ready for him; his fingers nudged a fleshy surface that was undoubtedly his prostrate and Oliver jolted and moaned every time.
The onslaught only came to an end when Oliver griped, having climaxed for a second time. Instead of resting, Oliver reached to revitalize his cock.
-"Oliver—!"- Percy warned, looking over his shoulder to the door. At any moment, the head of Hufflepuff could walk in and see them in that peculiar position.
-"Shut up and do me,"- Oliver demanded, stroking his length rapidly and eyes boring into Percy's, -"Shag me, Percy. Right here and now."
Percy gulped, looking down at his significant other while nibbling his lip; Oliver was looking desperate. He was red everywhere, sweating and panting. The begging look he was giving Percy was intense with lust.
But Percy was conflicted. Uncertain. Insecure. He has never done it with another man. With no experience, how was he supposed to indulge his lover?
-"Hey, you can do it,"- Oliver droned, -"I believe in you, Prefect. And I trust you. Just put your mind to it."
Hearing that made Percy feel more confident. With a deep breath, he unbuttoned his briefs and lowered his lingerie until his erect phallus was free. He grabbed it with an unsteady hand and lined it up with Oliver's wide entrance. Slowly, he pushed the head in and Oliver returned to his moaning. More he drove himself in and more Oliver swallowed until he hilted. Until skin touched skin.
Percy was trembling and his knees were weak; Oliver felt glorious inside, so hot and clammy. So perfect. The thrills that rippled his spine were sensational. Percy thought he could get accustomed to the feel.
-"Feels good, doesn't it?"- Asked Oliver after a few seconds of relative silence.
-"Y—yes,"- Percy nodded, licking his lips, -"You feel wonderful inside."
Oliver laughed, -"So I've been told,"- At Percy's questioning look, Oliver laughed again: -"I don't kiss and tell, Prefect. Now you start moving."
-"M—moving?"
-"Yes, Perce. You fuck me now,"- Oliver slurred, his tone husky and oozing nothing but yen, -"You know what that is, don't you?"
Of course Percy did and he wanted to show Oliver that he wasn't so inexperienced in such matters. As requested, he started moving. In and out. He grabbed Oliver's hips firmly, to keep the momentum steady, and Oliver's hand locked around his neck, clutching fiercly at the skin of his backside. His legs, on the other hand, surrounded Percy's waist.
Seizes tightened as the speed increased and the trusts became not as steady as Percy wanted them to be. But it didn't mattered. Not when they were so close. The heat was ready to burst. Perfection was unnecessary.
-"Yes, Percy, yes,"- Oliver moaned into his ear, his lips and tongue brushing the lobe enticingly. His voice was mildly muffled by the loud scrapping of the desk as Percy banged and pounded Oliver's rectum, -"Fuck me more. Harder. Faster. I know you're a real wanton when you want to be, so don't hold back."
The words encouraged Percy. Transformed him from a professional, polite student to a hungry beast. The thrusts became erratic, brutal. The force behind them was mighty, moving the desk with them and the sound of skin slapping skin was deafening, nevermind their own grunts and groans.
-"Close,"- Oliver whined, hands clasping Percy's rump, -"So close, Percy. Don't stop. Don't—"
Then Percy was coming. Hard. Stars danced in his eyes as he bellowed, unloading all his seed inside his lover. The pleasure that was coursing through his body was such that he felt lightheaded. But it was good.
Oliver was next. Again. He screamed Percy's name, cramping his legs around Percy's waist as his body hitched, squirting his whiteness all over his chest.
The constraint of their holds loosened as their orgasms reached the end, dissipating the last of pleasure with it. Their bodies sagged, with Percy over Oliver's, and they relished the warmth that emanated from each other until it was time to leave.
-"Two is still better."- Oliver mumbled incomprehensibly, to himself, with a hand slacked over his head.
-"Pardon?"- Percy asked, standing up.
-"Huh? Did I say something?"- Oliver sat up and kissed Percy, -"Hey, you did good."
Percy blushed and cleared his throat, -"Naturally."
As they cleaned and dressed, Percy thought he might have overdone it a little. The desk seemed dented and a little crooked. He hoped Sprout wouldn't notice.