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I Want to Give You a Gift	By : Breezy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 10634 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Oliver apparated to the mailboxes at his building. Diagon Heights was the first of several buildings the Ministry of Magic purchased after the Second War. So many homes were destroyed during the war and most of the younger generation, the so-called 'war generation', wanted to live in London. It wasn't enough to be able to apparate anywhere in the city--people wanted to step out their door and be surrounded by action. But the buildings weren't converted to magic yet. Everyone used magic in their own units, but still had to use the neighborhood apparition point. Owls were diverted to the manager's office and all mail was picked up at the mailboxes in the entryway.
Oliver flipped through the pile of messages and mail but found it hard to focus. He swayed a bit as the lift took him to the 15th and top floor. He shared it with one other unit, both being the penthouse suites. Draco Malfoy lived in the other unit. Oliver rarely saw him and their relationship consisted mainly of nodding in the other's direction when they did see one another. Malfoy seemed very private and Oliver wasn't looking to make friends. If he wanted to fuck, that was a different story.
"Three from McCreevey," he mumbled frowning at the owled messages. Oliver knew he needed to call Dennis McCreevey but he hadn't been in the mood to see the guy. He suspected Dennis was in love with him and he definitely did not return that feeling. Blowing him off wasn't working, so maybe a fuck goodbye was in order.
Oliver stepped off the lift and let the door shut softly behind him. He didn't want to be seen or heard because he just walked in on a private moment between Draco and another man. Oliver had wondered whether Draco fancied gentlemen, but had never seen any evidence pointing one way or the other in regards to sexuality. But this was definitely evidence pointing in the direction of Draco being attracted quite strongly to men.
Oliver stepped into the shadows outside the elevator and watched as the two men kissed and groped one another. He licked his lips and thought about how sexy the two looked. Then it finally dawned on him who the other man was...it was Harry fucking Potter. Oliver drew his breath in out of surprise, but then went silent hoping that the two men didn't hear him. They continued their snog unaware of their audience. Oliver couldn't get to his apartment without interrupting them and he didn't want to give away the secret. He remained in the shadows as the two finally bade one another goodnight. Draco watched Harry walk down the hall for a few steps and then he closed the door. Oliver could hear the locks click into place a moment later.
"Hey there Harry," Oliver said stepping into the light in front of the elevator. Harry stopped, frowning until he recognized Oliver.
"Oh, uh, hey Oliver," he said grinning as Oliver approached him.
"I live in the other suite," Oliver explained.
"Oh, of course," Harry said the realization putting him at ease. He didn't offer any explanations for his being on the penthouse floor. Instead, he leaned into Oliver and grabbed his bulge and started rubbing it through his trousers. Without a word, he dropped to his knees and began unbuckling Oliver's trousers. The pants fell to the ground and Harry took Oliver's cock in his hand and started sucking the end. Oliver became hard in Harry's mouth but Harry didn't seem to notice or mind the size. He didn't hesitate to suck Oliver's cock with great enthusiasm.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Oliver whispered, not wanting to draw Draco's attention. He grabbed the edge of the table next to the elevator to brace himself. Harry could deep throat Oliver's huge cock like few people he had ever experienced. Harry pressed in, determined to take the entire member down his throat. Oliver reached forward with one hand and pressed against the back of Harry's head. Harry relaxed his throat and Oliver eased down it slowly, the tightness encasing his cock. Harry pulled back finally, choking and coughing. He didn't stop though and immediately threw his mouth around Oliver's cock again.
Oliver moved his hand back to the table. He had to brace himself because he was about to come...hard. He thrust forward erraticly and then came deep inside Harry's mouth. He managed to pull himself together enough to pull his dick out of Harry's mouth and spray Harry's face with several well-placed spurts. He rested his cock against Harry's bottom lip and Harry sucked it in and sucked out the last remaining cum.
"Gimme your phone," Oliver demanded with a wicked grin a moment later. Harry handed it to him without question, having barely moved to follow Oliver's command. Oliver took a picture of Harry with the cum sprayed across his face and the end of Oliver's cock pressed against his bottom lip. He texted it to himself.
"I expect ya to call me, ya got my number now," he drawled, still feeling drunk from the night before. Harry stood up and took the phone.
"Yes, sir," Harry said staring directly into Oliver's eyes. Oliver broke the stare by bending down to pull up his trousers. He buckled them closed and adjusted his junk while Harry watched. Oliver leaned down to the shorter man and kissed the corner of his mouth not covered in cum. He turned and walked to his apartment.
Right before Harry stepped on the elevator he said, "Now we both have a secret," and then let the doors close. Oliver stopped momentarily as the words washed over him. He shook his head and walked into his suite with a big smile plastered on his face.
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About an hour later, Oliver apparated to the team facilities for the Cannons. He had sunglasses on and was nursing a large coffee. The team met for an hour. The ownership and coaches wanted to make sure the players were well behaved at the numerous press conferences, media interviews, red carpet events, and also in their personal lives. The seven were under intense scrutiny over the next several weeks--everyone wanted a piece of the victory.
As the meeting closed, Nate caught Oliver's eye and nodded his head toward the hall. Oliver nodded and moved to the door Nate indicated. Once in the hall Oliver, Nate and Mohammed started yelling out congratulations to one another and clapping hands together.
"Fuck, bro, I never thought that meeting was going to end," Mohammed said rolling his eyes.
"I need something to perk me up," Oliver grumbled, hungover.
"That's why I urged you in this direction," Nate said shaking a baggie with white powder in it and pointing at the men's room in the hall. "The door locks," he explained.
"Nice," Oliver replied. The three men entered the bathroom and locked the door. Nate set up the lines and soon they were all feeling a lot better about the sudden attention they were about to experience.
"Let's fuck some shit up," Oliver said shoving Nate toward the door. The three pushed the door to the first press conference together and the flash bulbs went off in a frenzy.
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It was lunch time and Oliver had definitely come down from his morning high. He scanned the banquet room looking for a nice young lady to defile during their lunch break. Before he settled on any particular girl, someone began whispering in his ear.
"The Lady Cannons are having a get together at 4:00 tonight. You will be our honored guest," Oliver turned to see a blonde witch in a cheerleading uniform standing behind his chair. She gestured to her left and he saw the rest of the Cannons cheer squad gathered around another table. The Lady Cannons were off limits during the season, but all rules were off in regards to them now that the season was over. Oliver's grin widened as he saw that Nate and Mohammed had also been approached by members of the squad.
"4:00," Oliver nodded slowly in agreement. Luck was shining down on him in so many ways. What a glorious thing to be sexed up by cheerleaders to celebrate bringing home a Quidditch championship!
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By 4:00, Oliver, Nate, and Mohammed were hammered, having drank heavily to endure the endless questions, smiling, and glad handing. They managed to get themselves to the location the cheer squad had given them without splinching themselves and knocked on the door. The blonde who whispered in Oliver's ear earlier, answered the door, still dressed in her uniform.
"Come in," she said with a big smile, bouncing up and down. "Hey, girls, they're here," she sing songed out into the dimly lit flat. The seven members of the cheer squad lounged in different chairs around the living room. In the middle was a glass dining room table with a pile of white powder and several lines already cut alongside. On either end were bottles of firewhiskey and shot glasses lined up. A brunette stood up and walked toward the table.
"Let's do shots!" she exclaimed and everyone cheered. Soon everyone had lifted shots to salute the team, then salute the players, and finally the cheer squad. Oliver bent down to snort another line. He felt exhilaration and fuck if his dick wasn't hard. Some cute little thing was already sucking his cock right there at the table. He held the back of her head encouraging her to go deeper. To his left, Nate and Mohammed were seated on a couch with ladies between their legs.
"Cmon," he said pulling the girl to her feet and over to a chair. He pushed her down and she resumed the up and down movement on his cock. Another girl came over, a sexy redhead, and joined the first girl in licking up and down his shaft. He closed his eyes and leaned back in the chair. He didn't see the third girl approach.
"Oh my gods," she blurted out. "The rumors are true. You're hung like a horse," she said staring at his member. She drew the attention of the other girls and soon they all surrounded Oliver.
"How long is it?" one girl murmurred, promptly blushing when she realized she asked out loud.
"Oh, not nearly as long as my wand, it's twelve inches," Oliver laughed. The brunette in between his legs pulled her wand out.
"My wand is nine inches," she announced holding her wand up to his hardened member. She gasped when her wand and Oliver's cock were nearly the same length. All of the girls looked somewhere between shocked and intrigued.
"Alright, now that we've settled that, let's get back to orally appreciating my cock," Oliver said.
"Yeah, I've got over seven inches over here that would like appreciating, too," Nate called out.
"Over here too, ladies," Mohammed added.
Oliver gazed upon the ladies remaining. Three girls surrounded his cock, taking turns sucking it and licking it all together. Two of the girls started kissing one another while the third stroked and sucked his cock. He lifted her head up.
"Sit in my lap," he said seductively. She squealed a little bit and climbed up in his lap. He positioned her so that she was laying with her back to him and her legs were splayed open. He turned to the other girls who were still kissing. He pulled one girl in and started kissing her. The other girl went down on the girl in Oliver's lap. She started fingering her, using all of her fingers to penetrate the brunette. Her own blond hair had fallen in front of her face, so Oliver reached out and held her hair up so he could see her penetrate the slit with her tongue over and over again. She switched back to using her fingers.
"That's so hot," the redhead he'd been kissing whispered and Oliver kissed her even harder. After a few moments, he broke the kiss and flipped the brunette off his lap and over the side of the chair. She was very wet from all of her play time with the blonde. He pulled the blonde to his cock and she obliged sucking him very wet. He put his cock next to her slit and started pushing in. He played with her clit with one hand and guided his cock into her with the other.
"Ohhh," she moaned as he pushed it deep inside. She tensed for a moment, but then relaxed as he worked her clit between two fingers. He was able to go most of the way before bottoming out. He was disappointed for a second but knew that they would have a good time regardless of whether she could take his whole cock. He had resigned himself that most women wouldn't be able to take all of him and learned ways that brought them pleasure without splitting them in half. He wanted women to lust for him and fucking their brains out without considering their pleasure would give him a bad reputation. A worse reputation, he supposed. At least women wanted to try. It seemed that many women wanted to have a huge cock once in their lives. Like an adventure to be had at one point. He was more than happy to give them their adventure.
Before long, he pulled out of the brunette and entered the blonde. The redhead went from eating the blonde's pussy to eating the brunette's. He picked her up and backed her up to the wall behind their chair. The picture frames bounced when he pressed her up against the wall. He pulled her leg up over his elbow and picked her up. With his other hand he guided his cock inside of her. The redhead had done a great job of loosening her up in preparation. He pressed in further until he was finally completely inside of her. She looked seriously uncomfortable, so he didn't try to fuck her like that though. He pulled out and then proceeded to make her cum with about half of his dick.
He rolled off of her and looked to the redhead. He was holding out hope that he could sink all the way into one of these girls and it was the redhead's turn to try. She pushed him back into the chair and straddled him. He smiled big. This was promising. She wanted to try impaling herself on his cock. She lowered herself first and sucked his cock. When satisfied that it was wet enough, she pulled back up again and spread her legs over his cock.
"Fuuuucckkkk," she drew out the word while she sat down on his member. He pressed up with his hips and held her hips down to help her along. He started fucking her from underneath. As she got used to the size and the movement she started moving her own hips. He let go and let her guide herself on his dick. When he couldn't take it anymore, he flipped her over, pressed her legs up over his shoulder and proceeded to thrust into her.
She moaned in pleasure and he knew she was good to go. He pumped in an out, careful not to go to hard, too fast. Then he hit his pace and she took all of him stride for stride. She cried out in little gasps as she came and he pulled out of her before he came.
"Come on girls, finish me off," he said smiling wide and all three girls eagerly began licking and sucking his cock. It was a few moments and then he came in great spurts across all three girls' mouths. He stopped in the redhead's mouth and she sucked the rest of his load into her mouth. She showed it to him pooled in her mouth and then swallowed it down.
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A couple of hours later, Oliver, Nate, and Mohammed sat at a bar on Diagon Alley downing more shots. They were high on coke, sated for the moment after their afternoon orgy with the cheerleaders, and getting drunker by the shot. They hadn't paid for anything since the championship. Shots, food, coke, it didn't matter what, people came out of the woodwork to buy them anything they desired. The cost was often a handshake or a picture, but sometimes, shots just showed up at their table or someone offered to share their stash with them in the bathroom. It was an incredible feeling of power and they weren't about to waste their opportunity to shine.
They hit the nicest restaurant on Diagon at 8:00. Someone gave up their reservation in exchange for a phone message. They enjoyed complementary champagne while awaiting their dates. Mohammed called the girl he hooked up with after the Carrow twins stormed out the night before. She was another girl from Hogwarts. Oliver looked up when he heard the sound of girls giggling and stood up to greet their dates. He swallowed hard when he recognized the three girls.
"Hey Oliver," Pansy Parkinson said in her snarky tone of voice. She was a Quidditch groupie like the Carrow twins and had hung around the team all season. She and Mohammed had never hooked up before last night, though.
"Hey Pansy," he said back in a bored tone. He looked behind her to see the girls she came with. Crap, one was Tracey Davis, a girl he didnt really know, and the other was the blonde from last night. Suddenly it came to him who she was--Daphne Greengrass, Pansy's best friend.
He turned to Daphne and reached out to take her hand and kiss it. "My lady," he said thickening his accent. She smiled a bit but he could tell she was angry with him. He whisked her to the chair beside him and offered to take her cloak. She allowed it, but still hadn't said a word to him. Oliver summoned the server and they ordered drinks. He pulled her chair close to his and spoke close to her ear.
"You're the most beautiful girl in the room," he drawled letting his lip touch her earlobe. She giggled at the touch and then hit him across the chest. He grabbed her hand and held it.
"I'm not supposed to give in to you so fast tonight," she claimed trying to pull away her hand from him.
"Oh but you intend to give in, right?" he winked at her knowingly.
She blushed and whispered hotly, "No, that's not what I meant," and pouted.
"Sure, sure," he said downing his drink.
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They proceeded through a very fussy dinner with many courses and wine pairings. Oliver and Daphne chatted through the whole meal and he found that she was engaging and really quite beautiful. She wasn't some common ditz like he'd treated her the night before. He felt bad for that and told her. He didn't know why, but he felt really good with her. He wanted to see her again, and not just to shag.
At the end of the meal, he asked what she wanted to do, the world being at their fingertips he assured her. She couldn't decide so they stopped for more drinks. After downing her drink, she grabbed him by the hand and they apparated to her flat.
"I don't want to leave things like they were last night," she said unbuttoning his shirt and kicking off her heels. She pushed him toward the bedroom as they stripped and kissed one another. When they reached the bed, he lifted her up and pushed her thighs back and dove in to eat her pussy. He thrust with his tongue and rubbed against her clit. She squealed or moaned depending on where he pressed his tongue or sucked. He started inserting fingers, gently preparing her entrance and then further inside her.
"I want ya so bad, you are so beautiful," he told her pussy more than her face. She pulled him up roughly by the hair.
"Say that to my face asshole," she said with a wicked grin on her face.
"So that's how you want to play this," Oliver said, pulling out his dick and replacing his fingers inside her tight channel. He slowly pressed in. He reached the depth he had the night before and froze, unsure how to proceed. She helped him along by wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him inside further. He started pumping in and out and he realized that she must have used a spell because he was able to fuck her pretty freely tonight.
"Who taught you the spell?" he whispered near her ear.
"Pansy," she said after taking a deep breath as he fucked into her. Not all witches liked the spell so he never suggested it. He thought that if they asked or suggested it themselves, he would be more than happy to spell them to accept his cock better. It was highly controversial. Many women considered it to be an invitation to rape. It put the woman at risk because she couldn't feel all of the sensations of being stretched by too large of an object. Or cock in this instance.
"How does it feel?" he asked pumping slower and really trying to rub against her g-spot.
"Amazing," she panted. She was close to orgasm. He was impressed. Some girls couldn't get off while using the spell. Suddenly she clinched his cock hard and he could feel it rippling along his shaft in the most amazing pulses. He stopped and rode out the orgasm before resuming fucking her. She came again rather quickly obviously enjoying the motions regardless of the spell.
Oliver stopped again to ride out her orgasm and stared at her face. She was fucking unbelieveably gorgeous. How he hadn't seen it sooner, he didn't know. He was really starting to like this girl. She was completely different than he thought yesterday. He really misjudged her.
He flipped her over and started fucking her from behind. She cried out while another orgasm racked her body. He fucked her through that one and then he came deep inside of her. After several thrusts, he pulled out and laid beside her trying to catch his breath. She cuddled up beside him and rested her head on his chest. He wrapped an arm around her and kissed her hair.
"Why did ya wanna try again?" he murmurred into her hair.
"Pansy told me how silly I was being. How lucky I was to score you and then to freeze like that. I wanted to prove that I could, and the spell worked so perfectly," she sighed.
"I never want you to feel like that again Daphne," Oliver mumbled, already half asleep. "I rather like ya," he said closing his eyes and falling asleep. She murmured something back about liking him too and fell asleep.
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When he got home around 2 am there was someone in the hall waiting for him outside his apartment.
"Hey McCreevey," Oliver said slowly. He really didn't feel like coming down off his high of spending the evening with the beautiful and engaging Daphne Greengrass. He didn't want to disappoint Dennis either. It was kind of nice how worshipful the guy was. And he showed up at Oliver's beck and call. But this had not been Oliver's beck and call. This was an unwelcome intrusion. And apparently they would have the conversation now, rather than later like Oliver preferred.
"Don't 'hey' me. You didn't respond to my owls, you didn't let me properly congratulate you yet, or anything," the boy whined, his long brown hair hanging in his face. He was slight of frame, where Oliver was large, broad shouldered. Where Oliver was nearly six feet, Dennis was closer to 5'5". He pouted in front of Oliver's door and wouldn't budge.
"Come on in, love," Oliver coaxed. He didn't want his neighbor spying on his actions. He wanted to be more careful than Draco had been the night before.
"No, I'm not going with you until you say your sorry," Dennis peered up at him through tendrils of hair, his big brown eyes filling with unshed tears. Geez, Oliver thought. He didn't want to make the kid cry. He leaned down and kissed him gently on the lips.
"Come on inside, love. We can talk in there and have a cuppa," he said trying to sooth the other man. He didn't want some big scene that could make the Prophet or the Quibbler. He didn't necessarily want to get outed as bisexual, mainly because it could turn fans off of him. He wanted to sell jerseys and be revered and bisexuality wasn't exactly the image he crafted for himself.
Dennis looked at his hands and then gave in, turned around and entered Oliver's suite. He stopped a few feet inside and waited for Oliver to shut the door and then he lunged at him, pulling him down to meet his lips. Oliver pushed back and broke the kiss.
"Hold up, love," he said trying to put a bit of distance between him and the other man. "Let's talk a bit first," he said pushing his junk down. Even that little contact when his hips and Dennis's had rubbed together for just a moment had awoken his member. It was getting hard even though he kept telling it to calm down, it was the wrong person at the wrong time. But almost with some kind of memory of having fucked that ass before, his dick got super hard and the more he fought it, the more his dick throbbed against his trousers.
"Why Oliver? I want you so bad," Dennis went in for another kiss. Oliver didn't stop immediately but responded to the kiss. He realized what he was doing and pushed away again.
"I just don't want you getting too...attached," Oliver said softly. He looked down at Dennis who appeared confused.
"Look, I know that you don't want anything like a relationship. But I really do like you and I like when you fuck me. Can't we just be fuck buddies? I promise I won't fall in love and if I do, I won't let you know. I'll keep it to myself and never bother you with it," he said dramatically. Adding to himself, "just like I've been pretending not to love you since Hogwarts."
Oliver thought about what he said. Sure the kids was lying, but Oliver could tell he meant what he said. And the more that Oliver thought about it, the more he wanted to pound Dennis into the bed until he begged for mercy or passed out. He leaned in and kissed Dennis roughly. He started stripping off his clothes and Dennis began tearing his own off. Dennis crawled up on the edge of the bed and layed down on top of his knees. Oliver leaned in and started tonguing Dennis's hole. Dennis moaned as Oliver started preparing his hole, stretching it with his fingers as wide as he could spread them inside the man's channel. He thrust up and in rapidly and Dennis started mumbling incoherently when Oliver bumped against his prostate. Before Dennis fell apart, Oliver pulled his fingers out with a light sucking noise. Dennis whimpered at the empty feel for only moment because Oliver thrust his cock inside. It took three or four more thrusts before he fully sunk into Dennis's ass. They both held still for a few moments. Then Oliver slowly began building speed. He pumped in and out, the sounds of their bodies slapping together and Dennis crying out spurred Oliver to slam his cock as deep as it would go. Dennis was one of the few people Oliver had ever completely let loose on and fucked as hard as he could. Even though the man cried every time, he also always thanked Oliver over and over again when it was done.
Oliver felt Dennis getting close to orgasm and grabbed his cock, stroking in the same rhythm that he thrust his hips. Dennis came after a few of the rapid strokes. A second later Oliver came in Dennis's ass. He quickly pulled out and sprayed Dennis's backside. He reached over to Dennis's pants laying on the bed next to them and pulled out his phone.
"Look at me," he told Dennis and took a picture of a teary eyed Dennis McCreevey with cum splattered all over his backside and dripping from his very red and swollen hole. When he went to text it to him self, he noticed that there were thirty, maybe even forty earlier texts he'd sent himself from Dennis. Pictures of Dennis with cum on his face, in his mouth, or dripping from his ass. Oliver had defiled him in a variety of ways and Dennis always thanked him at the end. He texted the new picture, admiring his own work.
"Thank you so much Oliver," Dennis said crawling up and sprawling across Oliver's broad chest. He rested his head on Oliver's shoulder. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," he chanted.
"Did ya like your gift?" Oliver asked with a wink.
"Yes, I loved it so much, thank you," Dennis said sincerely.
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Before 6 am, he'd sent Dennis on his way. He hoped that held the other man over for awhile because Oliver wasn't going to be calling anytime soon. Oliver didn't trust that Dennis wouldn't act on being in love with him. He needed some space. Even though it was thoroughly amazing to pound someone so completely, it wasn't worth the emotional headache.
He slept another couple of hours and then headed to start another day of interviews.
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