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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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The small group huddled under umbrellas outside Blaise's office. Ginny turned to Oliver and threw her arms around him and held tight.
"Thank you so much," she told him looking deep into his eyes and then kissing him gently on the mouth. She hugged him tight again. "You've given us a family," she said breaking the hug and turning to Blaise. Blaise clapped him on the shoulder. He and Ginny both had tears in their eyes.
"You've given me and Arthur hope," Mrs. Weasley said, having taken Ginny's place hugging Oliver. She turner and she and Arthur shared a smile. She had tears in her eyes, too. As she held close to Oliver he could see Arthur shooting him dirty looks over Molly's shoulder. Arthur had taken it pretty well, considering. After discussing it, Molly and Arthur decided to stay together and raise the baby that would hopefully save their marriage. Ginny and Blaise had talked to him about fathering more children down the line. Oliver was more than happy as long as he didn't have anything to do with the kids. For everyone's benefit Blaise's father had drawn up legal adoption paperwork but they weren't filing anything with the Ministry unless it became necessary. They didn't want Oliver's paternity revealed, or even rumors to begin, if some unscrupulous Ministry official saw the paperwork. So they filed it away in their Gringott's vaults just in case it was ever needed.
The five made their way down the busy street to the apparation point and said their goodbyes. Arthur and Oliver were the last to apparate.
"Do you remember what I told you before I sent you away that night?" Arthur said to him, referring to the night with Fred and George all those years ago. He didn't wait for Oliver to answer. "I said to stay away from my sons. Including Harry. I guess I should have included my wife and my daughter. So I'll say it this time, stay away from my family, my wife, my daughter, my sons, me. Just. Stay. Away," he said, anger blazing in his eyes. Maybe he wasn't as cool with this as he claimed to be, thought Oliver, taking a step back.
"Yeah, I can do that," said Oliver, smirking. "But how will you keep them away from me?" he said stepping into the apparation point and vanishing a moment later. For a split second he saw Arthur's face turn bright red and his mouth open as if he were yelling something, but then he appeared at the apparation point on the northern end of Diagon Alley. He laughed to himself thinking about how angry Arthur was. Oliver didn't care how angry Arthur was, he had a dinner date that he was about 15 minutes late for. Daphne was going to be pissed off and that was his concern now.
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Oliver blew into the restaurant, the best on Diagon, to much fanfare. Although months had gone by since the championship, Oliver's celebrity hadn't waned. And now that the new season had begun people were as excited as ever. Everyone in the restaurant broke out into applause as he was led to the table where Daphne waited with her sister Astoria and Astoria's intended, Draco Malfoy. Everyone applauded except Daphne, Astoria, and Draco. They looked annoyed and angry. And totally over Oliver Wood. He knew he had to charm this lot or he was in for a long night.
"Daphne, you look amazing," he leaned down to kiss her but stopped just short of her lips and turned into her hair nuzzling her neck instead. "Don't want to mess up your makeup. You look exquisite," he whispered into her hair. She smiled for a second but then frowned at him.
"I'm still mad at you," she said as he sat down.
"Sorry, love, we were at the lawyer's office all afternoon," he said hoping for some sympathy and to bring some favor over to his side. He hadn't told her anything about Ginny or Molly, that had remarkably remained a secret, only the healer at St. Mungo's knew the true paternity outside of the couples and Oliver. He said that there was some marketing thing that he needed an attorney for and that it was a huge pain in the ass.
"I know, but you didn't text or anything. Next time, text me to let me know you are on your way. Okay?" she said having admonished him like he imagined her mother admonished her. He kind of liked when she mothered him. Like she cared and would continue to care. He reached out and started rubbing her thigh under the table cloth, which reached the floor. She was in a short skirt. He thought about how it would feel to get a blowjob under the table with the long table cloth concealing everything. Astoria gave him a dirty look and Draco looked away when Oliver looked to him.
"So sorry I'm late, all. Shall we have some champagne to break the ice?" he asked as the server brought over a bottle of one of the finest champagnes in their collection.
"Here's to a great season!" called out someone from another table. "Have a drink on us," another called out and they held their drinks up in salute. Oliver tipped a couple of fingers in a wave to the other table.
"Cannons!" Oliver called back and everyone cheered again. Daphne was blushing, Astoria looked furious, and Draco looked amused.
"This place is really going downhill, letting in riff raff like this," Astoria announced in her most arrogant tone. Under her breath she muttered, "Mudbloods." Draco raised his eyebrows and started smirking but didn't say a word. The server popped the cork and served the champagne as fast as possible and skittered away from the uncomfortable atmosphere at the table.
"To Daphne, without her none of this would be possible," Oliver toasted grinning evilly at Daphne.
"Gee thanks," she said rolling her eyes and then laughing. Astoria breathed in heavily, obviously not amused by Oliver and definitely not charmed by him.
"Cheers!" called out Draco and moved to clink glasses. Daphne and Oliver reached their glasses up and reluctantly Astoria clinked glasses together after Daphne kicked her under the table. They all downed their champagne in one drink and set down their empty glasses. No one said anything for a couple of minutes.
"Oliver," Daphne said suddenly trying to break the tension at the table. Oliver looked over in mild surprise. "Astoria and Draco have set a date. They're going to be married on New Year's Eve!" she exclaimed. Daphne seemed genuinely happy for her sister. Much happier than Astoria seemed. Draco looked distracted and hadn't said a word, he didn't look happy either. Neither one acted like they were happy about their arranged marriage at all.
"Congratulations!" he exclaimed and stood to refill their glasses. They all clinked glasses again and this time they all sipped their champagne. Everyone went silent again. Astoria glared at him.
"Something you want to say, Astoria," he asked good-naturedly, feeling brave from the sudden rush of champagne in his system. He was in training and hadn't been drinking.
"Well, it seems we should be besides ourselves with glee that you finally graced us with your presence," Astoria drawled sarcastically.
"Ahh, yes, I'm so sorry love, I know I had to postpone this dinner several times. Will you please forgive my rudeness?" he said looking her in the eye the entire time. He gave her his most sincere look, and then his most sexy. She immediately screwed her face up in anger. He grinned. It was fun to piss off Astoria.
"Don't call me 'love'," she snapped back at him. She caught herself before she said something else in anger and returned to her neutral state. Oliver imagined that it must have taken years of practice for Astoria to reign in her temper in the ways of a true pureblood daughter. She smiled wanly.
"Your mother was muggleborn wasn't she?" Astoria asked as if being muggleborn was a disease. Daphne snorted into her drink and glared at her sister. Astoria pretended not to notice but looked at Oliver with her head tilted to the side waiting for an answer to her question. The server came to the table and took their order. Their drinks came moments later and everyone drank heavily to take in as much alcohol as they could.
"Well?" Astoria asked after several more awkward minutes, not leaving the topic forgotten.
"The Woods are Sacred Twenty-Eight and my mother was muggleborn," Oliver said confidently. "She died when I was two and then I was raised as a Pureblood by the Woods" he said. He knew that Astoria would care about Sacred Twenty-Eight status and that he wasn't raised muggle. He had to admit that if Daphne wasn't Pureblood, he never would have considered her. She was Sacred Twenty-Eight on her mother's side, too. Their wedding would be very well looked upon. Besides, everyone had a muggleborn hidden in their family, even the Purebloods. Especially the Purebloods. Every so often the history would be rewritten slightly to edit the blood status of a distant relative. Suddenly the muggleborn great grandmother would become half-blood, or a sudden mysterious Pureblood link was found in her background. Someday that would be his mom. Not that he was supposed to care anymore.
"How did she die?" Astoria asked narrowing her eyes at him. He thought it looked like she was trying to read whether he was lying or not. He wondered if she knew legilimency. Then he wondered if she knew the truth. Daphne gasped.
"Astoria! That is so rude," she hissed, trying not to draw attention. She smiled at all the people who looked over when she gasped. "Stop being so nosy," she said to Astoria through a smile.
"No, it's okay," Oliver said, curious to see where Astoria was going with this. Was she just being a bitch or did she have a point? She acted like she was leading up to some great reveal. Oliver was getting drunk and wanted to play the game. He was sure he could handle anything Astoria threw out there. She was drinking heavily, too, and already angry.
"Well?" Astoria snapped.
"She had cancer," he said simply.
"What's 'cancer'?" Draco asked before Astoria could reply.
"It's the muggle word for potion overdose," Astoria loudly whispered to Draco so everyone could hear.
"Astoria!" Daphne called out in shock. Oliver put his hand on her arm.
"It's okay," he said to her but she looked unsure. He turned to Astoria. "Is there something you would like to tell me about my mother's death?" he said coldly.
"Well, the official record says 'heroin overdose', that's all," Astoria said smugly. So she'd gone digging, Oliver thought, narrowing his eyes at her. She was smiling nastily. Daphne grabbed her by the arm tightly.
"Come, dear sister, escort me to the ladies room," she said as sweetly as she could through gritted teeth," and she dragged Astoria from her chair. Astoria stumbled but remained on her feet and then started walking quickly to keep up with Daphne, who still had a hold of her arm. Once they were out of sight, Oliver turned to Draco.
"It that true?" Draco asked, a curious look on his face.
"The overdose thing?" Oliver asked, stalling, and Draco nodded. Oliver sighed. "Yeah, she dumped my dad for some muggle boyfriend of hers. She never really took to the magic world and when my dad knocked her up, she stayed long enough to give birth and then she took off," he said not meeting Draco's eye until he finished talking. He didn't know why he said all of that, but the truth just tumbled out of his mouth when Draco asked.
"Sounds fucked up," Draco drawled. Oliver nodded and laughed a little.
"Yeah, like a seven or something on the fucked-up scale," Oliver said. Draco smirked.
"The Malfoys would be at the top of the fucked-up scale, because of course we mastered it. Yes, we would be a ten across the boards," Draco said, throwing up his fist in mock victory. Oliver laughed harder and Draco joined him. They ordered more drinks and waited for their dates to return.
"So, why are you with Astoria?" Oliver asked, really wondering, and not caring about politeness anymore. Draco seemed the type to like directness. Draco considered the question for a moment.
"I want a family, kids, you know," Draco said quietly. "It's easy. She's Pureblood, she's willing even though she knows the score..." Draco trailed off giving Oliver a knowing look. Oliver nodded, knowing that Draco and Astoria had an agreement regarding extramarital affairs. He supposed he would have to breach that subject with Daphne, too, if they decided to get married. He knew what Draco was saying about wanting a family and the Purebloods taught their daughters to accept their husbands so-called 'indiscretions' and forge ahead as the matron of the family. Other girls wouldn't be so accepting and certainly wouldn't expect it to be built into the marriage. He also knew that Draco meant that Astoria knew that Draco was gay.
"Yeah, I hear you, man," Oliver said in agreement. He wasn't really sure what Daphne knew about his sexuality. If she knew or even suspected that he bedded both men and women. That he was mainly a top but did switch from time to time. He expected that she was faithful to him, but they never talked about it or made any agreements.
They sat in silence but the two women didn't return. Oliver felt a silk sock-clad foot start to rub the inside of his left leg. He didn't move but looked Draco directly in the eyes. Draco stared back and took a sip of his drink. He continued to rub the inside of Oliver's leg lightly with his foot, moving up and down seductively.
"I'm so sorry," blurted Daphne, suddenly right next to the table. Both men stood up, realizing their lapse in manners. Oliver pulled her chair out but she shook her head. "Astoria insists on leaving. I agreed to take her home," Daphne said, close to tears. Oliver wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tightly against him.
"It's fine, love, go with your sister. Maybe we can meet up when she's not so tense," Oliver said, kissing her. He had no intention of meeting with Astoria again, but he said what he thought Daphne wanted to hear.
"Oh, thank you, Oliver," she cried, still distressed over her sister's antics, but now relieved that Oliver wasn't upset. She kissed him and then ran out to catch up to Astoria. The men sat back down. Oliver leaned toward Draco across the table.
"Should we head to your place?" he said in a low voice. Draco raised an eyebrow and then nodded slowly.
"Yes, we should definitely get out of here," Draco agreed and the two were on their feet. Both men went to put money on the table, the struggle for dominance already underway. Neither backed down and the server got an amazing tip that night.
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Oliver kept his hands to himself until they were inside Draco's apartment. It seemed that there were eyes everywhere these days and he had to keep his extracurriculars more private. This time had been an smoother entrance than most since he and Draco lived on the same floor and the paparazzi didn't seem to suspect anything between the two.
Oliver faced Draco and grabbed the back of his head to press their heads together. They began kissing, tongues fighting one another. Neither was ready to back down, both asserting themselves as dominant. Draco pushed Oliver back against a couch and then laid down on top of him, kissing along Oliver's jawline. Oliver took Draco's head in his hands and moved his mouth to cover his own. They resumed their tongue fight. Oliver sucked Draco's tongue in his mouth and then let it go.
"Mmmm," Draco moaned and Oliver did it again. "Mmmmmmmm," Draco moaned longer as Oliver sucked his tongue in and out. They kissed fervently and Draco spelled their clothes off. He stood and walked toward the bedroom. He turned at the door and looked back to Oliver.
"You coming?" he said with a smirk, his trademark expression.
"Not yet, but I'm hoping soon," Oliver said hopping up and walking toward the door. He stroked his cock as walked slowly toward Draco, allowing the other man to take in the sheer size of it. Draco stared hungrily, not phased at all. They kissed again as they met at the doorway. Oliver shoved Draco back and Draco turned and walked to the bed. He stood there and waiting for Oliver. They kissed and Draco tried to ease Oliver back, but Oliver wasn't having it. Being a well trained athlete, Oliver had size and muscle on Draco, so he pushed back. Draco stood firm. He ran his hands down Oliver's back and rubbed his ass.
"You know I'm going first," Oliver flicked Draco's earlobe and whispered into his ear. "I mean, we'll be gentlemen, but you know who's going first," he whispered sticking his tongue in Draco's ear.
"Fuck you Oliver, I'm going first," he said thrusting his hips into Oliver's, holding tight against Oliver's ass. They tongue wrestled some more. Oliver ran his middle finger down Draco's spine. He rubbed harder the further he went until he reached Draco's anal entry. He stopped when his finger was pressed firmly against Draco's hole. He pressed in and his finger passed the outer ring to the first knuckle.
"There, now we don't have to worry about who's going first anymore," Oliver breathed heavily into Draco's ear. Draco was just a bit taller than Oliver, who leaned up just slightly to meet the other man's lips. Draco moaned, partly from the sensation and partly because he had lost the battle. But the war, well, Draco thought that he had a very good chance of winning the war.
"Bend over the bed," Oliver growled in his ear. Draco bent over and spread his legs, looking over his shoulder at Oliver. Oliver bent down and spread Draco's cheeks apart. He wordlessly used a cleaning spell and then started licking Draco's asshole. He licked all around the opening, going out in concentric circles. Then, finally, he thrust his tongue into Draco's opening. He pressed strongly, and then thrust in and out several times. He licked along the perineum and then sucked on Draco's balls, taking one and then the other in his mouth. He turned around so that he was sitting with the bed at his back and Draco's cock was in his face. Oliver gripped Draco's cock and started sucking it. He sucked it all the way in and used his hands to grip the sides of Draco's legs for leverage. Then he started thrusting his face back and forth on Draco's cock, sucking in his cheeks and sucking hard. Draco leaned into the bed and fisted the sheets.
Oliver pulled off a few moments later and then he moved onto the bed so that he was kneeling next to Draco. Draco licked Oliver's cock, running his tongue wetly to the tip. He used a lot of spit and slopily sucked and licked all up and down Oliver's very long dick. He let spit trail from the tip to his lips.
"That's so fucking hot," he said and hopped off the bed to move back behind Oliver. He was lazy and used the lube spell. He had to use it a couple of times, but he started to get some movement with his fingers after awhile. He got into a good rhythm and Draco really started moaning.
"Don'tcha dare cum, Draco," Oliver growled, close to Draco's ear. Draco hummed in agreement and Oliver used another couple of lube spells on his hand. He rubbed it onto his dick and started to penetrate Draco quickly. He pressed in nearly halfway and pulled out again and pressed back in again, determined to go all the way in on this try. He had loosened Draco sufficiently that he would be able to take a quick fuck. Draco was no stranger to anal sex, so Oliver delighted in being able to shove in and fuck.
Draco cried out--sometimes in lust, sometimes in pain. They shifted so that he could pull up his legs under himself. Oliver leaned in and fucked him roughly from behind. Draco was rapidly crying out, "Oh, oh, oh, oh," at the end of every thrust. He had the sheets wrapped up in his fists and his eyes were screwed shut.
"Look at me Draco. I want you to look in my eyes when I cum," Oliver said and Draco's eyes popped open. He didn't break Oliver's stare. It hurt his neck to look over his shoulder at this angle while getting fucked up the ass, but he didn't break the stare.
Oliver thrust hard and fast, and Draco cried out his "Oh" sounds again. Suddenly, he reached back and stuck a finger in his ass next to Oliver's cock. Oliver grunted and shifted to accommodate the finger. The extra pressure was welcome though and Oliver went back to fucking at the same speed as before. Draco pushed a second finger in and Oliver moaned this time. He slowed his rate, thrusting in slower and slower. Then a third finger. Oliver threw his head back. He was going to cum. He rocked back and forth faster. Fourth finger. Draco pulled down slightly on his opening and Oliver went all out fucking Draco's ass. He came hard deep inside of Draco with the first strand, but managed to pull out and cum next to his gaping hole. Cum leaked from Draco's ass as his hole fluttered open and shut after the rough fucking.
"Accio phone," Oliver called out and took a picture of Draco in the compromising position. He texted it to himself. He didn't want that one getting out so he didn't text it to Draco. He'd learned to be more discreet about his picture habit over the last few months. Draco did a wordless cleaning spell and then rolled over and stretched out his legs. Oliver tossed his phone on the nightstand and stood watching Draco stretch out.
"My turn," Draco said moving to the end of the bed. "You should lie down," he said to Oliver as he stood up. Oliver didn't move. Draco came up to him so that they were face to face.
"Am I going to have to make you?" Draco drawled. He grabbed Oliver by his wrists and held his hands tight.
"Yeah, you're gonna have to make me," Oliver challenged breaking free of Draco's grip but not moving. Draco pressed against Oliver's chest, extending to his full height and doing his best to loom down upon the other man. He'd been told he was imposing and he was drawing on that as hard as he could.
"Get on your hands and knees on the bed, now," he said in a voice filled with danger. "Spread your ass open with both hands and hold on tight," he said willing the man to comply with his eyes. Oliver stood firm. Draco grabbed Oliver's cock and started stroking it. He got down on his knees and started sucking the head. He licked from the base to the tip and then deep throated as much of Oliver's cock as he could. He held it in his mouth and pressed against it to open his throat against the intrusion. His throat started to give and Oliver's cock pushed further and further down Draco's throat. Once he had taken all of Oliver's cock in his mouth, he started making movements back and forth. Oliver reached out and wrapped his hands in Draco's hair and fucked himself with Draco's mouth. He couldn't move fast and the pressure was excrutiating. Draco pulled back with a loud sucking noise and allowed Oliver to fuck his face fast but not as deep. It was sloppy and soon spit was dripping down Draco's chin. Draco put his hands at the top of both of Oliver's legs and pressed against him. He pushed down with his head against Oliver's cock, too. Combined with the fact that Oliver was having a hard time standing up while getting such an enthusiastic blow job, Oliver fell back into the bed. Draco pulled off of Oliver before the other man sat down onto the bed.
"Are you ready to get on your hands and knees now?" Draco said in a raspy voice. Oliver put his arms behind his head and leaned back onto the bed and looked at Draco. He didn't move. Draco, fed up with the disobedience, quickly moved in between Oliver's legs. He pushed Oliver's knees together against his chest and positioned his cock right outside Oliver's hole. He pressed in. Oliver didn't resist, he clinched his teeth and waited. Draco spit in his hand several times and used it to coat his cock. Then he spit another couple of times onto Oliver's opening. He rubbed his dick in the spit splatters and puddles and then started to press in to Oliver's ass. Both men grunted as the head slipped inside.
"Slow down," Oliver commanded Draco. He hadn't been bottomed for quite awhile. He had thought about it with Blaise, before all of the baby stuff, but it seemed kind of weird now that there was a baby. So he did it with Draco. It felt good, too. But he needed to get used to it first. Draco slowed. He stopped and leaned over to the nightstand. He pulled some lube out of the nightstand and squirted some on his cock. He spread it around and eased some in as he moved back and forth. He squirted some more until he moved back and forth easily. Oliver groaned in pleasure as Draco's cock brushed against his prostate. Occasionally he would have an adventurous lover use their fingers to stimulate his prostate, but he hadn't been fucked to completion in years. He realized that he'd really been limiting himself because aside from a bit of pain, maybe a burning sensation, he really liked getting fucked. And Draco was very good at it. Too good. He was going to come again and Draco hadn't come yet at all.
"Are you close?" Oliver asked after holding back for as long as he could. He clinched his teeth again, waiting for the answer. Draco increased his speed.
"Yea, are you?" Draco answered between breaths.
"Yea, any time," Oliver said and Draco started thrusting erratically into him. Oliver came in great spurts sandwiched between the two men's stomach. A few strokes later, Draco came into Oliver's ass. He didn't pull out, but collapsed on top of Oliver. After he recovered, he pulled out and then rolled over onto his back. Both men had cum smeared across their midsections and both were very sensitive about sitting up too quickly or sitting for very long, but both men were very satisfied.
"Accio Oliver's phone," Draco said and Oliver's phone sped over to Draco. He took a picture of Oliver in all his cum covered glory and texted the picture to Oliver's own account.
"There, you can add that to your collection," he said, throwing the phone over to Oliver.
"What collection?" Oliver asked innocently.
"Harry told me about it," Draco said, rolling over slowly to get out of bed.
"He did?" Oliver quipped wondering what else Harry told Draco.
"Yes, he said he's in there. Several pictures, too, from what it sounded like," Draco explained. Oliver decided to be bold.
"What else did Harry tell you about me?" he asked. He looked at Draco's eyes to see what reaction he got. Draco's eyes didn't give anything away. That Pureblood poker face didn't crack.
"You should know that Harry and I broke up," Draco said turning to meet Oliver's eye. "It wasn't because of you, but it was part of a bigger problem," he turned away and walked slowly to the kitchen. Oliver got up and followed him.
"What ended it?" Oliver asked when he caught up to the other man.
"Astoria. Harry was pissed off that I wasn't going to stand up to my parents and that I wasn't going to fight for him. I think he wanted me to whisk him away from the hell of a marriage to Hermione and tell the world that I wanted Harry Potter to be my husband. Or whatever," Draco said, rummaging through the refrigerator. He took a few things out and put them on the counter. "He broke up with me when I told him I was going to marry a woman and have children and that he should, too," he finished.
"I haven't seen him in a couple of weeks," Oliver said, thinking back to when he'd seen Harry the last. "We didn't really talk much ever, though," he said thoughtfully.
"Too busy fucking him stupid?" Draco said throwing a cherry tomato at him.
"Yeah, well I'm going to be too busy fucking you stupid in few minutes," Oliver threw the tomato back at Draco and sat down at a bar stool pulled up to the countertop. "But first, what are you making me to eat?" he said.
"I'm not making you anything. But if you want to heat something up for yourself, here's what looked good from the fridge," Draco said, throwing a grape at Oliver this time. Oliver popped the grape in his mouth and joined Draco on the kitchen side of the counter. "This is rosemary chicken breast, brocolli and cauliflower mix in here, and red potatoes in here," Draco identified several containers. They both made plates and warmed them, then stood at the counter and ate.
"Do you always eat in the nude?" Oliver asked, rather liking the feel of going naked again. He hadn't done it as much since moving back into his own place.
"Yeah, I usually go nude," he said, rinsing off his plate and putting it in the dishwasher. "I never realized how dirty magic cleaned dishes were until I had a dishwasher," he explained when Oliver raised an eyebrow.
"I do the same thing," Oliver said, now rinsing his own plate. He put his dish and fork in the machine and Draco closed the door. Their movements together were smooth, as if they had been together for a long time.
They moved back to the bedroom and Draco laid back on the bed. He flicked his wand a couple of times and a mirror appeared on the ceiling over the bed. Oliver smiled and then laid on his back with his head next to Draco's. They examined one another and themselves in the mirror silently. Draco started stroking his cock and looked at Oliver. Oliver watched in the mirror as Draco stroked himself and looked at him. He started stroking himself and tore his gaze in the mirror away to meet Draco's eye. Draco pushed up on his arms and moved to straddle Oliver. He took both of their cocks together in his hands and stroked both of them together. He watched himself in the mirror. Oliver watched too, but the action in front of him, not the reflection in the mirror. He was hard and wanted to fuck Draco into the bed, but he went first last time. He pushed out from under Draco and got on his hands and knees.
He looked back to Draco. Draco smirked and got up on his knees. He grabbed the lube and spread it on his dick. He used his finger to press some into Oliver's hole. He pressed in more with three fingers and Oliver grunted, but held himself on all fours. He relaxed and Draco finger fucked him for a few minutes. He pulled his fingers out and pushed his cock in quickly. He started thrusting hard, barely in control of his movements. He wildly thrust in and out of Oliver's ass and Oliver held tight.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm so sorry Oliver," he suddenly pulled out of Oliver and was scrambling away.
"What the fuck happened?" Oliver looked around to see what had happened. Oliver saw the blood on the bed.
"Draco?" he called out. He couldn't see the other man. "It's okay, Draco, it's just been awhile," he said peering around the dark room. He saw Draco in the corner and got up to stand next to him, not wanting to sit down after what just happened. "It's actually pretty common in my experience," he said. Draco didn't say anything. He stared straight ahead, his pupils tiny and his eyes unfocused. He was sweating, droplets of sweat on his forehead. He slid down the wall into a sitting position.
Oliver wondered if he should slap Draco or somehow knock him out of his trance. He squatted down next to him and reached out and hugged him. Draco was cold and clammy. Oliver lowered himself carefully to a sitting position next to Draco and held him tight.
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