'Good.' Fred smirked, liking the fact that only he got to see the deliciously tight trousers. As Oliver arched against him he groaned slightly, letting himself be pulled down against the older man. He could taste blood, feeling his lip split slightly under the pressure of the kiss.
As Olly looked up at him, Fred held his gaze, knowing that the man beneath him liked it when he took charge. Bracing his hands on the ground either side of the Keeper's shoulders; his eyes tracked the movement of Oliver's hand. Watching as he stroked himself, Fred's eyes darkened even more and he licked his lower lip unconsciously, wincing slightly at the pain.
'What do you want?' Leaning down, Fred crashed his lips into Oliver's again.
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