All thoughts of charity Quidditch matches soon flew from his mind as he felt Oliver's body arching beneath his. Watching him strip, Fred smirked lifting himself off the Scot a little so he could move better. Twisting a little, he tugged off his own boots, shivering slightly as fingers ran up his stomach.
'Mmmm, you will be.' Looking down at the older man, he smirked, grinding his hips down into Oliver's. His hand slid between them, rubbing Olly's cock beneath the tight fabric of his Quidditch chaps. 'These are so fucking hot, you look amazing...' Fred continued to stroke as he muttered a banishing spell, fingers loosely curled round his wand. His own jeans were feeling way too tight, but he could wait a while longer.
Crushing his mouth against Olls' lips, he teased with his stud, tongue sliding against the Keeper's. The kiss was hot and dirty, then Fred broke it off suddenly, staring down at Oliver with dark eyes. 'Touch yourself for me.'
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