Jun 09, 2007 14:09
Fred had made himself a sandwich, made one for Oliver, and plopped himself down on the sofa to eat and watch his wall. It was still raining softly over his head, stopping just out of reach. He thought the colors were relaxing, and the bit of moment combined with the bit of buzz was terribly lovely. "Don't know why no one likes this.." he
*nc-17,
oliver wood,
fred weasley
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Fred's cock was inches from his face and Oliver turned his face, nuzzling his nose against the soft curls at the base of his cock, letting his cheek slid against his shaft. He breathed warm against his skin, pressing soft kisses to his skin.
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