Oliver

Continuing with that wicked grin of his, Marcus took my legs and shifted me around so that I was sitting upright with my legs slightly spread. He then crawled off the couch and on to the floor, pushing my legs farther apart so he could fit between them. The light of the fire danced behind him and made him look close to angelic as his hands rubbed my thighs before unbuttoning and unzipping my pants. Slowly, achingly slowly, he pulled them down my legs and slid one out of the pants at a time. When the pants were off to the side, he ran his hands back up my legs and tugged at my briefs, pulling them down as well and also tossing them aside. There I was, half-naked with Marcus between my legs and eyeing my erection hungrily.

His hands rested on my thighs as slowly he brought his head down and ran his tongue up the base of my prick, paying special attention to the throbbing veign he found. I bit my lip to suppress the needy moan that was rising in my throat. The pleasure increased as he swirled his tongue around the head before slowly wrapping his lips around it. Then he sucked gently. The moan escaped and my back arched slowly. Then he took more of my length into his mouth. My back arched again. Then he slid his mouth down farther, not giving me time to adjust to the wonderful feeling. Finally, he was down to the base and sucking gently. The man certainly had no gag reflex.

At first he only sucked slowly. Then the pace increased. The faster he sucked, the harder he sucked. My body was trembling in pleasure as I moaned loudly. My hand had wandered its way into his hair and now was gripping the short locks tightly. I was too focused on the pleasure to notice if I was hurting him. Harder, faster, harder, faster, harder, faster, harder, faster. The pace continued relentlessly and I was quickly reaching my climax. As if he had been reading my mind, Marcus brought his hand up to my sack and started to massage it. The gorgeous man on his knees before let out low and guttural moans, sending vibrations down my shaft and into my groin. Moments later, I had cum in his mouth. I thought the ephemeral orgasm might last forever but, alas, it had only lasted a few seconds. Surprisingly, Marcus had swallowed it all.

When everything was over and done with, Marcus reached up and finished undressing me as I tried to catch my breath. Without warning, he undressed himself before picking me up, carrying me to his bathroom and setting me down in his bathtub. The giant, oval, porcelain bowl was situated in the corner of the bathroom between the sink and the all glass shower. The tiles were black and the walls were paneled a dark blue. The curtains around the small fogged glass window beside the toilet were black. The toilet was white and so was the sink but the base upon which the sink was situated was also black. From waist level down, the glass of the shower was fogged just like the window. All in all, the bathroom itself was amazing.

A warm and wet sensation hit my feet when I realized Marcus had started filling the tub with water. As the water covered my legs, he poured in cherry blossom scented bubble bath gel. He shook his hand through the water, making the bubbles occur much faster than normal. I couldn't help but let out a childish giggle at his impatient antics. He smiled a crooked smile at me before climbing in with me. We sat on opposite sides of the tub, staring at each other until the water reached our chests. Then the flowing stopped and it was just Marcus and I in silence. I blushed at the realization that I was in a bathtub, naked, with an equally naked Marcus Flint. He chuckled at my embarrassment and I bit my lip.

"Why do you look so nervous, love?" he asked softly, letting one arm hang over the edge of the tub.

"I-I've never, well, been in a bathtub with a naked man other than myself…and I've definitely never been in a bathtub with a man who just gave me the most amazing b-blowjob in the world," I had struggled with the word "blowjob" after my short and awkward pause. He chuckled again.

"Well, perhaps this won't be the last time," he smirked with a wink and I blushed a deeper shade of red. I bit my lip harder as a new question made itself known. The action caused Marcus to give me a quizzical look and I blushed even deeper, though I had used to think that impossible.

"W-What…I…I want to know what it is that you would like me to do for you," I finally managed to blurt out. It was a hard battle but I managed to maintain eye contact with the wide-eyed brunet. His gaze quickly softened as he let out another chuckle.

"You don't have to do anything, love. I wanted to pleasure you. That gives joy," he smiled and I shook my head.

"It's only fair that I…" he cut me off my quickly moving forward and placing a deep kiss on my lips. When he finally pulled away, it was just enough so that his lips would brush against mine as he spoke.

"Oliver Wood, if you don't stop talking about fairness and let me have my way, I am going to ravage you," he hissed but not unkindly. I couldn't help but let out a squeak.

"O-Okay," I managed to stutter.

Despite my agreement, he didn't back away. While he did pull his face away, he also pulled at my legs and brought me closer to him. He then grabbed a washcloth and started to bathe me. Normally I would object to being bathed like a child but somehow, I didn't mind. Slowly he would bring the cloth down and then slowly he would take it back up. Every touch was soft, sensual and sweet. Nothing was rough or painful. He was gentle and somehow, every touch was filled with love. I couldn't help but watch in amazement as he seemed so focused on getting every inch of me clean. The process didn't take long and when it was over, he finally met my smiling gaze.

"You're so sweet, Marcus," I whispered and he blushed a light pink. To thank him, I ran my hands up his chest and pressed my lips to his while shutting my eyes.

We kissed softly for a few moments before I pulled away and started bathing him. I was amazed at his perfect body. The hills and valleys of his abdomen were defined but not so much so that it became grotesque. No veins really showed in his arms but they were definitely toned and defined. He certainly wasn't a bodybuilder but that was perfectly fine with me. His skin was soft and sun kissed. His fingers were long and slender and they weren't rough. His legs were long and strong, almost like a runner's legs. Although his body was perfect, his face was somehow more perfect than the rest of him. Sure, he needed a shave but I sort of liked the five o' clock shadow on him. His dark eyes matched his dark hair. His jaw line was strong but he didn't look like one of those blockheaded juggernauts.

Everything about him was just so…perfect, for lack of a better word. Sure, he could be a downright arse but I couldn't have chosen anyone better to be with. No one could change my opinion of him. He would have to piss me off pretty damn bad in order for me to even hint at a thought of no longer thinking he was perfect.

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Marcus

My first time giving anyone a blowjob…well, it had certainly been an interesting experience. I thought I wasn't going to enjoy but seeing the way that Oliver had reacted to my every touch…I'm surprised I had managed to keep myself from getting hard. That had been the difficult part. As for the aftermath, taking a bath with him was certainly enjoyable. His face had been a bright red the whole time I bathed him and as he bathed me, he had examined my entire physique. As he had done so, I did the same to him.

His legs were long, toned and well shaped. His abdomen was toned but his abs weren't really visible. While mine were semi-visible, his were simply not there. His stomach was strong and flat, like a carpenter's dream. His chest muscles were slightly more defined than his stomach but he was still relatively flat. His arms were long and toned and his fingers were long and thin. His body was certainly "shirtless front cover of a magazine" worthy.

His facial features hadn't really changed since our schooldays. Clean shaven as he was, he looked almost childlike. His dark eyes and light red-brown hair stood out against his pale skin. He must spend a lot of time indoors when not playing Quidditch. I also noticed that he liked to bite his lower lip a lot, which coincidently, I did a lot of as well. Despite the bad habit we both shared, his pink lips were full, soft, and pouty. Perfect cock-sucker's lips. I couldn't wait for the day when that beautiful mouth wrapped itself around my…oi, I needed to stop thinking about those things.

Coming back to reality…Oliver and I had made it back to his room and passed out on his bed. He had gone in there to grab pajamas but had been too tired. The poor man had been too tired to get past putting on clean briefs. Chuckling, I had gone back to my room and put on briefs as well before returning to his room and climbing into bed with him. When I had awoken, I was alone. I climbed out of bed and padded down the hall only to see my Oli in the kitchen wearing…one of my button-up shirts? I chuckled quietly at the sight before walking up behind him silently and giving him a gentle pat on the bum. The little squeak he had let out had been so adorable.

"M-Marcus! I didn't know you were awake!" he exclaimed quickly when he had turned to face me, almost knocking the frying pan over. I chuckled again and looked past him at the pan.

"Well, isn't this cute? My little housewife is making me pancakes for breakfast," I full on laughed this time, causing the adorable Oli to blush a bright red.

"I'm not a girl," he huffed and turned back around to flip the cakes. I pressed closer to him and wrapped one arm around his waist and trailed the fingers on my right hand up his bare thigh.

"Mmm, no you certainly are not. You are most definitely a man," I whispered into his ear and planted a kiss on his neck. He blushed a brighter red and kept his gaze fixed on the pan.

"Th-That's right," he mumbled quietly and I chuckled.

"Now, what's this about you wearing my shirt, hm?" I asked, sucking on the spot I had kissed earlier. He bit his lower lip and flipped the cake again.

"It was the first thing I saw...It must have wound up in my laundry…" he mumbled with pauses. I nibbled a bit before barely pulling away.

"You had better not be lying, Oliver Wood," I said firmly and gave his bum another pat, harder this time. He squeaked again.

"I-I took it out of your drawer…I was cold and I like the way you smell…" he admitted softly and I smiled at the confession.

"Well, you're welcome to anything of mine you'd like to wear," I smiled and kissed his neck again before pulling away. The soft whimper that escaped his lips shocked me. He quickly turned the stove off and put the pancakes on a plate before turning to face me.

"Why did you pull away?" he asked, pouting.

"I was giving you some space," I answered, still a bit shocked. His pout grew and reached out with his foot and brushed my hip with his toes. I caught the falling foot by the ankle and tilted my head to the side.

"What's this about?" I asked, not sure what this little cock tease was up to.

"I was thinking that…after breakfast…we could have some more fun," he answered, biting his lip and running his finger up and down the buttons of the shirt. He slowly undid a couple to tease me further.

"Who said we have to wait?" I asked and pulled him to me.

Before he could answer or even think, I had picked him up and was on the way to his room. I tossed him on the bed and quickly crawled on top, practically tearing the shirt from his body. Our rapidly growing erections were clearly visible in our briefs. Without hesitation, I tore his underwear from his body and ripped off my own. Before I knew it, we were kissing and rubbing our erections together. The sensation was amazing. Oli was clawing at my back and I was holding on to his thigh with a bruising grip. We gasped, moaned, hissed, begged for more as the pleasure struck at our groin.

It wasn't much longer before two of us were shouting each other's names and coming all over each other. I collapsed next to him and gasped for air, both of us sweating profusely. I could tell that living with Oli was going to be interesting. Once we got married, it would be even more interesting.

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I APOLOGIZE FOR THE LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG WAIT! . I've just been so, so, so busy with school and my senior paper and just personal junk . Anyway, I present you with a half-assed sexual chapter. It is certainly not my best but I did what I could in a short amount of time to give you guys something . Please forgive me!

I thank you all for sticking around and putting up with my junk. I also want to thank you for the wonderful reviews and favorites and such~! You all are so amazing~! Hopefully I'll be able to type a new chapter soon!

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