Author's note :
I guess life had other plans for me besides writing fanfiction the past few years. But I'm back and I'm interested to see how this one is going to pan out. A quick note: I use voice to text because typing is difficult on my joints (thanks to my family history of arthritis). So if a word is switched with its homophone or there's some random capitalization, please forgive me. I try to correct things as I go, but sometimes it's just so infuriating that I give up on it. Anywho, hope you enjoy!
Oliver Wood sat down in front of his locker and laid his head against it. For a moment he did nothing but sit there. Then he finally got his locker open and grabbed a few things. He was shirtless, so a perfectly circular bruise was visible on his right side. He grabbed some foul-smelling paste from inside his bag and rubbed it on. Instantly the bruise went from violet to green to normal skin color. Being the keeper for Puddlemere United had its perks - - the salary, for one. Rogue bludgers painting his sides with bruises wasn't one of them.
Once he was sure he didn't have any injuries that needed magical attention, he pulled on a t-shirt advertising his team. Then out he pulled one of his favorite new magic items. A muggleborn ravenclaw in the year above him had decided to try to adapt the non-medical item Oliver was pretty sure was called a smartphone to the wizarding world. Sure, they had multiple forms of communication. However, owl post was subject to aviary competence, and it was hard to send little messages in privacy with your head stuck in a fireplace. So the ravenclaw guy, Oliver thought his name was Michael, had invented something that was instantaneous and much more private.
It sort of looked like a piece of parchment in a photo frame without the glass. When Oliver took out a quill and tapped the parchment where it started to appear. It was like a notepad that connected with one other and showed what the other was writing. It was so handy and Oliver smiled at the note It showed him:
Ollie, working late but Will see you after I'm off. Love, PW. Xx
The handwriting was familiar and school teacher straight. However, Percy Weasley hadn't gone into education. Instead the redhead who happened to be Oliver's boyfriend of 3 years had moved up in the ministry of magic. Right now he was the head of the international magical cooperation department, the youngest ever head to boot. Oliver wasn't sure why Percy liked his job so much. So much boot licking and ass kissing went hand in hand with the actual diplomacy. Percy was in heaven, though. Every single report from wand regulations in Lithuania to simply what the Australian Minister of Magic liked on his toast absolutely enthralled the ginger. Oliver recognize the look as the same one Percy had made in their first charms lesson when he had mastered the levitating charm faster than anybody else. Absolutely adorable. So Oliver wouldn't begrudge him that .
Plus, it seemed that Percy was doing a better job with work life balance. Tonight was Christmas Eve, and thankfully the last quidditch practice until January 15th. Oliver wasn't sure why they even bothered with practice anyway. Nobody was really a paying attention, not even him. The other guys were joking around, throwing bobbles that had been hung up for a little bit of a festive flair and each other. Oliver privately thought they should have been heavier on the pine fragrance they had try to use to cover up the smell of sweat, but it was a good gesture from the management. There were a bunch of rookies this year and it hadn't been smooth flying for a minute there. But now they were doing great. They were first in the league and Oliver would go home to his boyfriend and have a nice celebration before they went to a bunch of parties the next day.
He put the quill in his hand and scribbled a quick note. " Okay. I'll see you there. Love, Ollie. Xxx PS I'm getting your gift; hope you like it " and then he tucked the tablet back into his bag and stood up.
"Oi, Lambert, are you going to lock up? " He yelled to some of the guys on the other side of the lockers. A tall curly haired blonde looked around the corner. This was their best seeker and technically the second in command.
"Yeah, yeah, I'll lock up," he told him with a wave of his hand. " Keep your bloomers on. I'm sure your ministry Guy can keep his pants on for 5 seconds. " Oliver rolled his eyes. Thankfully the amount of homophobic teammates was vastly outnumbered by the ones who weren't. With cracks like this, though, Oliver wasn't sure which one he preferred.
"Yeah, but I can't. Merry Christmas you gits," Oliver shot back to a chorus of raucous laughter. He gave them a hand gesture that showed his feelings and gathered his stuff. When he stepped outside it was already starting to snow. Not surprising, but Oliver hated any precipitation that could cancel a quidditch match. Even precipitation that was sure to be romantic with some candle light, some champagne, and a certain man naked into bed next to him. He looked around to see if there were any muggles. His team practiced in what Michael's thought was an abandoned basketball stadium. When he was safe to apparate, he concentrated and turned on the spot.
When he reappeared into existence, he wasn't at his apartment. His gift for Percy needed a little bit more preparation. And where better than hogsmeade? Being farther north the little village looked like a postcard. There were carolers singing familiar favorites: God rest ye merry hippogriffs, Rudolph the Red nosed niffler, and others. It must have been a special trip to hogsmeade because Hogwarts students were going around in their familiar garb proclaiming which house is theirs. He felt a little sting of nostalgia at some third years in the Gryffindor Scarlet and gold. Had he really been that young once? He was instantly reminded of his first trip into the village. Since Percy and him were the only Gryffindor boys in their year they decided to go together. It had been rainy and cloudy and they basically kept to the shops, but it had been fun to see a place so cozy and lively, so full of interesting wizard folk.
He shook off the memory and headed towards a familiar stopping ground. The three broomsticks. The moment he headed in he was assaulted by the amount of noise. Students and locals and travelers practically filled the place to bursting. The clink of glasses and the radio playing even more Christmas music in the background made this a very festive cacophony. It was a good thing Madame Rosemerta had hired extra help otherwise she would have been overrun. Speaking of which, the moment he approached the bar she was the one who came up to him. She gave him a dazzling smile, one of those people who looked even better the older she got. By no means was she going to turn into a professor McGonagall. Oliver doubted the transfiguration teacher turned headmistress could walk in those sparkly blue heels and serve ale to goblins all day without major pain.
"Well if it isn't the big quidditch star coming to drink among the common folk, " she laughed over the din. Oliver laughed and gave her a wink.
"Just thought I would remind any members of the Gryffindor team who's the best, " he joked back. She laughed in a way that was more of a cackle and waved her wand. A crowd of butter beer bottles flew over their heads and headed towards a table of students.
"It's nice to see you, lovey, " she said, sliding a bottle of his usual poison across the bar which he paid for. " Actually, now that you mention it, I think somebody was looking for you... Hagrid, now that I think about it. Got here about 20 minutes ago and took a table in the corner. Can't exactly miss him." Not only was she a barkeep, but also a quick tongue. Hagrid was 11 ft tall and wasn't going to be missed in the overlooking sense. Oliver told her she would find him and started to make his way through. He said hi to a few familiar faces before he finally got to a corner table on the other side of the giant Christmas tree. There Rubeus hagrid sat. The gamekeeper turned professor looked exactly like Oliver remembered from the last time they saw each other. His head was in danger of brushing the ceiling even sitting down. He had a warm smile behind all the beard with a giant coat full of Merlin knew what. The receptacle for his drink in front of him Oliver would have counted as a bucket. Oliver smiled as he sat down across from him.
"Hello there, Wood," hagrid told him bracingly. "For a moment there, thought you forgot where I lived. " He sat down his drink a little harder than was necessary, which made the table rattle. Oliver chocked this up to hagrid having had a few of those.
"Well, it's the middle of the season and all," Oliver laughed. " Is fang still eating things he shouldn't? I seem to remember him eating my wand and him shooting out Sparks from the wrong end for months. " Hagrid chuckled heartily at that.
"He's never eaten another wand after that, I'll tell you what. " He took another sip and looked at Oliver with a little bit of interest. " I was a little surprised when I got your owl the other day. I expected you to spend the day with that boyfriend of yours. " There was a little innuendo there that Oliver didn't miss. Which was a fair assumption on hagrid's part. Hagrid had been the first person to find out when Oliver and Percy started dating in their 7th year. They had sort of been making out in hagrid's pumpkin patch at 3:00 a.m. Percy was really loud when Oliver started putting his hand down the other's pants and suddenly hagrid was there holding a lamp. Hagrid had become a teacher by then and could have given them detention and taken away points from Gryffindor. Instead he just gave them a knowing look. " Better get up to that castle before I change my mind, gentleman, " he had said before going back into his cabin.
"Well, he's working late as usual, so I had a bit of time, " Oliver shrugged as he sipped his fire whiskey. He wasn't going to get sloshed by any stretch of the imagination. " And everybody else is spending time with their families. Besides, I haven't been back here in ages and it's always nice around the holidays. I thought I'd spend some time here with a familiar face and maybe get some chocolate from honey dukes for Perce." This much was true. Oliver hadn't talked with The Giant Man much during his time in school. Still, he did go over there with Harry once or twice and he had enjoyed his newt level care of magical creatures class even though he knew it was basically a formality so he would be accepted by a quidditch team. If he had an ulterior motive for seeing hagrid, it might as well be wrapped up in pleasant conversation. Hagrid shrugged.
"I have been curious what you think about what in blazes the harpies are doing this year, " hagrid laughed, shaking his head. " That new beater they have is a choice. You would think she just learned quidditch yesterday. " Oliver nodded enthusiastically and began to launch into his favorite subject. Oliver knew his boyfriend also loved his favorite sport. He also knew that he talked about it way much more than any average human did. He considered this a plus for his personality. Who in their right mind didn't love quidditch? Hagrid was completely right about that beater. She was a transfer from the minor leagues off the continent and he wondered what kind of under the table deal happened to get her to play in actual games, much less be on the team. She had cracked the skull of one of her teammates on the first game, and had the highest rate of friendly fire of any beater in the league or indeed in history by this way halfway through the season.
From quidditch they moved on to politics. Oliver was glad that this shift if only hagrid would get really passionate and he could start to put his plan in action. When hagrid was absolutely ripping the new minister of magic a new one he took his wand out of his pocket but kept it under the table. Thankfully Percy had drilled how to do nonverbal magic into his head sixth year so he was able to do the replenishing spell without even moving his lips. Hagrid's drink refilled automatically and he was none the wiser as he took another sip to have another go at that " dumber than a sack of dragon dung". Oliver made sure to keep him talking and to keep the drink flowing. He just had to make sure The much taller man was properly pissed off his tree. That wasn't going to be easy considering he had an enormous tolerance - - Oliver would make sure to leave a giant tip at the bar to cover what could have been a very lucrative night for the three broomsticks.
Oliver's plan started showing fruit when somebody set up a little stage and a player piano in the middle of the room for some karaoke. They occasionally did this and it was always a hoot to see. Oliver persuaded with hagrid that hagrid should go and give it a shot. At first the other was reluctant, but soon he was walking a little unsteadily to the stage. Oliver had to bite back laughter as the piano tinkled out the opening bars of a warbeck song. He wasn't The only one as hagrid began to serenade about lonely winter nights in a rough, slightly slurred bass. A lot of the students were doubled over in silent laughter at their intoxicated teacher making a spectacle of himself in public. And what's more when that son ended people bought him another round of drinks and asked him to do another. This went on for some time until finally all of that alcohol took its effect. In the middle of " here we come a wand making " hagrid raised his head up in between verses... And promptly passed out drunk. There was a sickening crunch as he landed on the player piano. White and black spilled out everywhere along with some drinks people had put on top of it. Oliver raced forward with some other wizards. They got to mending the piano while Oliver went to hagrid.
"I think you've had enough there, professor," Oliver laughed for the benefit of anybody nearby. When nobody was looking he pulled out a few hairs from hagrid's head and placed them in a vial in his pocket. Then he asked for help from some other wizards to get hagrid at least sitting upright in a chair. While people got everything set back up for the next round of karaoke Oliver slapped down 20 galleons on the bar and went back into the night air. He hadn't been kidding about getting chocolate and got some of that before he apparated home to get it ready for Percy.
The bedroom was much like the living room, adorned with Holly and mistletoe and various Christmas ornaments Oliver had bought months in advance for this very thing. He led Percy to the bed and had the ginger sit on the edge. He sat on Percy's lap and that made the other stiffen slightly. to anybody else that would have signified hesitance. Oliver, however, had known him since first year at Hogwarts and knew this was different. Oliver moved his face to lightly kiss by Percy's ear.
"What are you planning, Ollie?" Percy asked. Oliver was delighted to hear the slight tremor of anticipation.
"Let me worry about that, Perce," Oliver told him with a teasing nip to his lover's ear. a full body shudder was the reaction.
Oliver took his time completely unraveling Percy. no matter how many times they did this, Oliver never got sick of it. He started marking up Percy's neck with love bites like he always liked to do before Percy went off the class. needless to say they went through a lot of bruise healing potions. He lifted off the Christmas jumper to reveal the others long frame. ginger hair was lightly dusted on his chest and to a happy trail in the other's jeans.
"Fuck, Perce," Oliver breathed while he took a hardened nipple in his mouth and gave just the semblance of a bite. Percy's face was already red and his upper body was following suit. He gave a desperate noise in the back of his throat while his boyfriend messed with his nipples.
"I thought you had a gift," Percy said wantonly.
"Patience, love."
Oliver made quick work of the button on Percy's jeans and through them onto the chair in the corner. And of course that left Percy in a jockstrap. Percy knew--because he was the bloody smartest person Oliver knew--that That kind of underwear drove him crazy. especially when it was branded after Oliver's team. one of his teammates had jokingly gotten that for him as a birthday present. But when he brought it home, Percy tried it on and now knew to do that when he wanted to turn Oliver on.
and that was exactly what was happening. Percy's member tented the front of the fabric and had a wet spot right at the tip. Percy had a nice looking cock much like its owner, long and having curly red hair right around the base. another thing Oliver was privy to was the fact that Percy didn't much care for this anatomy to be stimulated. luckily for Oliver, that hair continued down from his crotch, across his taint, to another area of Percy.
"spread your legs for me," was Oliver's gentle request tinged with his lust. Percy did as asked. He folded his knees to his chest and that afforded Oliver a perfect view of his ass. All of the fat on Percy's lean frame was there with hair That went into the crack. Oliver slowly pulled apart the cheeks and dipped his face into the crevice. his tongue poked out and Percy's body shook again.
"Merlin...Ollie!" came his wrecked voice. Oliver liked the usually put together Percy coming undone by something as simple as a tongue on his hole. Oliver grinned, continuing his work. his tongue worked past the lips of Percy's hole, exploring inside.
another thing the most people didn't know about Percy: He was a size queen to end all size queens. Maybe he had a tight pucker back then, but now between his legs his hole had obviously taken a beating. It had obvious lips around it from multiple large insertions over time, and Oliver had found it hot as hell. Percy had admitted to him that the first time he had fisted himself was at 15 and when Oliver, who was not small in that department by any stretch of the imagination, first entered Percy, he was able to go balls deep right off the bat. most people would think it was really loose and Percy wouldn't even feel it, But over the years his boyfriend could attest to the opposite. those muscles could tighten up so hard it felt like it was cutting off circulation to his cock, or to his wrist when he was using his hand inside Percy.
and Percy writhing underneath him was just what he wanted. when he pulled back from Percy's hole, Oliver could see Even that much had encouraged the lips of Percy's ass to open slightly, revealing the red inside. It was easy enough to soak a finger in spit and push it inside the warm heat. He reached for that protuberance he could find in his sleep and ground his finger against it. Percy immediately started thrusting back with noises that went straight to Oliver's cock.
"Patience," Oliver chided again.
"I will have patience when you're inside me," Percy protested indignantly. Oliver laughed and kissed him slowly. He had to bring the energy back down to a low simmer. once he broke the kiss, he got up and started stripping himself. He felt Percy's eyes raking over his body trained by quidditch. You would think that just sitting on a broomstick wouldn't do much, but That would not be the case. something very similar to this had kicked off the relationship, after all. He got his jumper off and his jeans followed suit. there was an obvious tent in his boxers with a little bit of wetness at the tip of his erection. The boxers joined is jeans and he stepped out of them.
Oliver Wood was a good name for him. And he was a good match for Percy's taste in the crotch department. his wood was 8 in long and about the same in girth. The head was so thick that in prior explorations with other guys at Hogwarts Oliver couldn't even put it in. around the base was a patch of straight brown hair leading down to his balls in his sack that percy always swore were the size of golden snitches. percy looked at him appreciatively, and Oliver could see he wasn't the only one who was rock hard and leaking. percy didn't even bother stroking himself, one of his fingers going up to mess with his left nipple.
"Not that I'm not appreciative, But you know very well I can take your cock," Percy told him. "Where's my surprise?"
"That almost makes you sound entitled," Oliver said with obviously no venom.
"I'm a middle child.What can I say? I have been accused of wanting too much attention." a smile played across Percy's lips. another side to Percy that the general public didn't get to see. When he wanted to, Percy could be as playful and teasing as anybody. with such a good head on his shoulders, Oliver considered him one of the funniest people that he knew. He Went to his underwear drawerand dug around before he found what he was looking for. He held up What appeared to be a tub of some sort of lotion.
"Are you going to give me a massage?" Percy asked in curiosity.
"an internal one," Came back his joking reply. He went down to his jeans and extracted the vial containing Hagrid's hair. Percy raised an eyebrow but otherwise was silent. The lotion was opened and the few black hairs went on to it. It made a sizzling noise for a few moments before it turned a bright gold and went silent. Oliver sat On a chair with his legs completely spread so that his goods were fully on display.
One of the first things you learned as a teenage wizard was the fact that the engorgement charm was not made to be used on body parts. madame pomphrey was constantly shrinking various body parts: arm muscles, breasts, and yes, dicks. So when Oliver had the fantasy of giving Percy an even bigger package to take, he had to cross off that first thought. It was dormant in his mind for a few months until he got inspiration in the most unlikely of places.
playing the Irish team, he had a overheard some talk from his own teammates about one of the beaters. She apparently had been a potion wiz--In the Muggle sense of the word. She had gotten a scholarship to go to one of the prestigious European schools, but decided to pursue quidditch before she settled down with a career. Oliver knew it would be weird to approach her directly with his question, but he had to know if it was possible. So he decided to write her a letter, spelling out everything. about Percy's preferences in the department, about not wanting to use an engorgement charm. He figured that brutal honesty was better than beating around the bush. He sent it off and almost forgot about it when he received a parcel by owl a couple months later. attached was her response. Short, sweet, and to the point.
"put a couple hairs in there from somebody with a giant one. Use with care. You owe me a pint"
and now he was reaping the benefits of honesty.
He was careful to squirt the lotion just on his member and his balls. Percy was watching him with fascination. Even when he wanted to get dicked down, Oliver could see the gears in that brilliant mind running a mile a minute to try to figure out what was in store for him. Then Oliver started feeling an interesting sensation. at first it was a mild tingling. Then it felt like something was massaging his flesh down there, pulling out. He looked known and was amazed at the sight.
The flesh was moving around like liquid in a cauldron. He panicked for a moment--He didn't want to have to scoop up the puddle of his dick and rush to Saint mungo's on Christmas Eve. But then it started to solidify and his hips were bent forward from the extra weight He wasn't used to down there. him and Percy were fixated on the cock.
and holy fuck what a cock it was.
for starters, the head was probably as big as Oliver's fist. It was leaking pre-cum, going down the veiny expanse. It was probably 15 in long, and thick around as Percy's arm. The hair continued to Oliver's balls, Which were now comparable to That game he had seen Muggle kids playing in the street-- baseball? bakeball? He reached down to stroke it and his hand couldn't even fit all the way around. He was delighted to know he could feel every inch of it from his end. He was worried it would be numb or something, but it was like he was naturally endowed with this thing. He looked up at Percy, whose mouth hung open in shock. to anybody else, it would look like an immediate refusal. But the twitch in the front of his jock strap just confirmed that he was on board with what he was seeing.
"come feel it, Perce," Oliver invited. Percy got up from the bed and went down on his knees. He leaned his head forward to sniff Oliver's pubes. Then he started licking up the beast. Oliver made a noise in his throat as he went up to the head. there was absolutely no way Percy could have unhinged his jaw to fit that in his mouth. But he kissed around the large slit. He could even manage to slide the full tip of his tongue into it. Oliver gasped, holding the back of the Ginger's head to steady himself. Percy looked up at him.
"How do you want me?" Percy asked. five more perfect words Oliver had never heard.
"on all fours. as much as you want to just sit on this thing, we need to get you prepped first," Oliver told him, spanking his ass. another thing he loved about Percy was his skin that blushed and got red with any stimulation. those red hand prints he would occasionally leave were a very pretty image disappearing into robes while they got dressed in the morning. Percy rearranged some pillows on the bed and got into position. there was that perfect curve of his back so his ass would be up in the air, ready to be filled.
"I can swear I hear that thing swinging when you walk," Percy told him as Oliver went to get his wand. Oliver chuckled. Percy was quite right about that. He even found himself changing the way he walked because he didn't want to smack his balls. easier said than done because they were absolutely massive now. He playfully smacked the big head against Percy's hole, which caused him to shudder and immediately start humping backwards.
"Pa--รข
"Don't tell me to be patient, Oliver Wood. Just get to work so I can stop being patient."
The lube spell was performed instantly and Oliver was easily able to get two fingers inside of Percy. The entire time he had been with the other man sexually there had never been The reason to start out with just one. He curled his fingers automatically to find that little spot inside of him. Percy practically whined. He didn't even beg Oliver to go faster. Oliver liked to joke that was Percy's imperius button. One push and instantly Percy was paying attention.
He kept rubbing over the spot. Percy's walls relaxed in a practiced manner. This wasn't anything new. his body knew what to expect and it loved it. When he went to three, and four fingers, it grasped down around Oliver's digits like it was savoring the stretch. He rolled his hand, wiggled his fingers, fucked Percy's hole with them. Percy's true magic trick was on display. He really wasn't loose and slack all the time. The outside of his hole said he wouldn't feel it if he sat on a bollard. But his muscles inside went from allowing Oliver access to squeezing down as hard as if Percy was squeezing Oliver's hands with his own. Oliver had gotten bruises occasionally. Percy had apologized profusely, but Oliver thought it was one of the hottest things ever.
"legs a little lighter, love," Oliver instructed. He affectionately kissed between the other's shoulder blades and continue to small of his back Where the copper treasure trail to the crack of his ass began. Percy did so, knowing what Oliver was doing. He got so quiet sometimes when he was in the zone. A juxtaposition to his usual self. Oliver just learned how to read his body language.
He performed the lube spell again. A very generous amount appeared on Percy's hole. some of it spilled down his crack into the front of his jockstrap. Oliver made sure to put his hand between the cheeks and use the excess to coat his entire hand. He put the four fingers back in. Percy's hole relaxed and he began to playfully add the tip of his thumb. a soft gasp, a slight tilting of his hips, and a few spasms from the ring of muscle told Oliver what he needed to know.
He tucked his thumb against his hand and began to push forward. There was a brief moment of resistance. It was followed by almost a sob from Percy and an obscene squelch from the lube. Percy had been taking Oliver's fist regularly for some time now so Percy's body almost instantly adjusted. his rim opened to let in such fullness and a pressure against his prostate. Oliver murmured softly, rubbing the other's cheeks with his free hand. Percy's experience showed with the way within the minute his anus wasn't trying to chop off Oliver's hands. He was even gently thrusting backwards to get more of that delicious sensation of Oliver being inside of him. Oliver smirked and rotated his wrist.
"Shit, Ollie..." Percy almost chanted. The nickname coming from anybody else would jangle Oliver's nerves. Not from the sexy man in front of him. He started fisting Percy liked the other man liked it. at first just simple wrist rotation like he was trying to get rid of a cramp. Then a slow retrieval followed by a pretty swift insertion. Oliver was a little bit surprised the first time he had done this to Percy and Percy had said this was how he liked it. He said the pressure of something filling him suddenly was one of his favorite parts, the way Oliver's big hand forced him open and slowly retreated. the noises coming from Percy's hole were obscene as he went faster.
"yeah, baby," Oliver crooned. "So fucking hot."
"Merlin's. fucking. BEARD!" Percy cried. with everyone of those words his whole tighthened, suddenly pushing Oliver out. It would do that during the session and it was often a pretty sight. his hole hung open with a look to the red inside before reluctantly closing again. Oliver like to joke the lips look like they were frowning from not being filled.
He spent a couple more minutes loosening up Percy before he was satisfied. He carefully pulled out his hand and applied more lube to Percy's ass. And then he started coating the behemoth in the slick liquid. He allowed himself a moment of jerking off and feeling that giant flesh and the pleasure from it. But Percy gasped out his name and he returned to the task at hand.
instead of merely leaning over the side of the bed, he got up onto the bed on his knees behind Percy. He tapped the head against Percy's pucker.
"I'm going to go slow. push back when you want more. You're driving the bus here, Perce," Oliver told him. He was always amazed at how much love and affection could be between them. people expected this to be all extreme sex with chains and whips. The two of them weren't into that stuff really. The trust of doing something something so intense got them off plenty. He lined up the head and slowly pushed forward. for a moment It looked like Percy met his match. But just as quickly the rim found its rhythm and the head plopped inside. Percy gripped it and his body shook.
"Mmmm, ah, fuuuck." Percy's walls went tight for a moment around it before his breathing kicked in and it slackened somewhat. Oliver rubbed Percy's back and bit his tongue. Percy felt absolutely too good to be allowed. And this was only the head. true to his word, Percy was in control, though. Maybe he could just shove in his regular sized cock, but this was his surprise.
for a moment Percy just sat there impaled. Then his hips went forward to let the head plop out and drip lube onto the sheets below. Then Percy went back and Oliver held his enhanced, stiff erection in place. When Percy slid back again, it went in with no trouble. Percy paused again with just the head. Then he started tilting his hips just so so it could start going inside of him. The gingers muscles there were well trained by many nights of Oliver stretching him with toys, his fist, his cock, and patience to bring Percy to the height of pleasure. The thick head was like a battering ramp opening Percy up deliciously. about 5 in inside Percy paused as there was his second hole.
"I need to ride you," Percy said. again he went forward to let Oliver outside of him. Oliver cracked a smile at him.
"I hope you know this is such an unbearable hardship."
"Piss off."
"If you consent to it, love." despite himself Percy smiled at that and let Oliver on the bed. Oliver rested his head on his folded arms and watched Percy work. Percy grabbed Oliver's wand and produced more lube to smear on the giant rod. Oliver groaned at Percy jerking him off and playing with his giant balls.
"I wonder if you're going to come more than usual. I could guess if you told me how you did this," Percy commented. Oliver didn't say anything but started playing with his nipples. A roll of the eyes from the ginger. He turned to face Oliver with his knees firmly planted on either side of Oliver's body. He sat back and Oliver felt the head on Percy's hole again. Percy sat down and carefully got down to where he was pushing against his second hole again.
Oliver reached forward to put his hand on the other's thigh as a tacit reminder he was there for him. Percy close his eyes and started to concentrate. He started to push out - - Oliver could feel the muscles like they were trying to push him out. But that wasn't going to work as Percy had himself and exactly the right position. Percy gasped as his second hole started to stretch--It was thinking it was trying to evacuate something, but it was just opening itself wider to accept a big intrusion. Percy kept breathing deeply with every second and millimeter by millimeter the cock started to make it headway until with a soft pop Oliver could feel the head was now past that internal barrier. Percy's chest shook and he was red and sweaty above the waist.
"Fuck, Perce. You're amazing," Oliver praised the other. no other word for it. there was something cute about the way Percy was ruffled--outside of this Percy Weasley was never ruffled about anything. But there was something sexy in equal measure about the dark look in Percy's eyes that meant he wanted to take every single inch inside of him and the obscene bulge that was beginning in his lower stomach. Oliver reached to run his hand over it and they both groaned.
Percy rested back on his outstretched arms behind him. He bounced up and down slowly, driving the head across his second hole again and again as if to beat it into submission. with every thrust there was the sound of the lube and trapped air escaping. Oliver always laughed softly at that because he was always young at heart (Percy called it immature, but Percy was smiling all the same). with every pass it hung slightly more and more open. When he was satisfied Percy kept it past his second hole and started to push down onto it.
The bulge started to travel further and further up Percy's stomach. there used to be a bend That was always tricky to get stuff past, But with experience that had straightened out. as long as Percy (or Oliver if he was doing the inserting) was careful, it was pretty smooth sailing. Percy kept breathing and Oliver kept rubbing and murmuring words of encouragement. Oliver almost laughed with amazement when he felt Percy's cheeks against the base.
"Percy Ignatius Weasley, you are bloody marvelous," Oliver breathed with a wide smile. Percy returned it with a breathless smile. He was hardly to blame as he had a monstrous cock in his lower stomach.
"Love you, too, Ollie," came the other's response. he was panting But his hole wasn't desperately trying to push Oliver out as if he were in discomfort. "when I can catch my breath, you are going to rearrange my guts with that cock."
"You make it sound so impersonal," Oliver teased.
"So lovingly rearrange my guts," Percy deadpanned. He gingerly Got up with a loud slosh from his hole and got on his back with his knees drawn to his chest. the front of the jockstrap was absolutely coated in a mixture of lube that had dripped and precum. Oliver felt his cock twitch at Percys hole. for a moment it was a hole 3 in in diameter perfectly open to show the long passage inside. But then it sort of closed halfway with the lips thick around it. Oliver could see why some guys called their ass a cunt.
But he wasn't going to make Percy wait. He crawled to him and gave him a passionate kiss with plenty of tongue and teeth and smiles and all of that sappy shit that Christmas meant to them. he repositioned Percy's legs and aimed at Percy's hole. The head went in no contest and he began to fuck Percy.
It went from sweet to spicy as Oliver thrust in. Percy gasped, tilting his head aside so that Oliver can nip at his throat. Oliver did so gladly with a lot of effort not to groan like a caveman into Percy's ear. But this was amazing. He could feel his gigantic prick forcing Percy's walls open and consistently getting past the second hole. Percy shook but Oliver made sure he still feels grounded with every nip and suck and whispered obscenity.
The room started to smell like sex. The soundtrack was grunts and groans and flesh hitting flesh. Percy opened up easier and easier for him and Oliver was almost worried his eyeballs would roll over in the back of his head. there was a brief moment to reapply lube, but soon it was just thrusting in and out, driving that giant head against Percy's sweet spot again and again. The ginger's toes were curling and more liquid was pooling in the front of the jock. when Oliver played with his ass Percy would just leak like a tap and yet not feel like he had come. But this was more like the times when Oliver would spend all night assaulting his prostate just right.
Oliver knew his end was coming and fast. The hot, wet, loose tightness was just too perfect on his dick. And it was like having such a bigger member had more nerve endings to stimulate and to drive him crazy. He would usually tease Percy, slowing down to a crawl in and out. But he couldn't stop and Percy would kill him if he stopped now. He kept mostly fully buried in Percy, nudging the head deeper and deeper inside of the ginger who was in turn getting close, too. his walls were starting to grip so tight Oliver was starting to think how penises could break and how he really didn't want that to happen to his.
and then several things happened at once. Oliver felt an electric zing down his spine and his balls drew up. He gasped and all the tension in the front of his body exploded. The Percy's gas about him cumming more most have been right because he couldn't remember having so many spurts. He lost track at 7, If he could even keep track at all. But they kept coming and coming. He was feeling Percy to the brim and the ginger was tightening even more if possible. And then Percy yelled out Oliver's name and his hole forced out Oliver's cock. Oliver saw white for a moment as he landed on his back.
The room was quiet except for that breathing from both of them. Oliver's vision slowly came back to him in the form of the ceiling their cheap landlord should really get around to fixing. Then he's summoned the energy to look at Percy. Percy still had his legs drawn up to his chest. He did that when he came, like the pleasure forced him to try to curl into a ball to be able to handle the intensity. Oliver felt a little twitched down below as he saw that he had really fulfilled Percy's demand. for about 30 seconds Percy's Rose Bud was a ball of red flesh 3 in out from his ass, which was dripping cum. It slowly retreated inside of him but his hole was so open that Percy could probably push it out again on command. Oliver crawled over to him and started kissing him to try to remind him of what plane of existence he was supposed to exist on. The lights came back on behind Percy's eyes and he smiled lazily at Oliver.
"... I almost wish you would keep that thing. How long till it shrinks back to normal?" Oliver looked down between his legs. It was soft now, about 11 inches long. his balls were more like mandarin oranges instead of baseballs. considering there had been really no instructions, Oliver really didn't know. He shrugged and kissed Percy again.
"All I know is your mother is going to wonder why you're sitting funny," Oliver chuckled. Percy gave a wry laugh. Molly Weasley had not exactly been super supportive of them at first. She got over it for the most part, but she definitely gave them a lot more scrutinous attention than any of the other couples That would be crowding the Burrow
"Probably. I'll just tell her I'm just really happy with my Christmas gift," Percy laughed, which caused Oliver to break out laughing and rest against Percy. they cuddled and got comfortable even sticky with cum and lube.
Percy owed Hagrid an all season pass.