Fic: Improvisations 3
Title: Improvisations Ch. 3
Author: themightyflynn
Character(s): Oliver Wood, Marcus Flint
Pairing(s): Oliver Wood/Marcus Flint
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): Hand job.
Challenge(s): mixandmatch100 prompt 05: Stress Relief
Word count: 400
Author's notes: I knew I’d skipped quite a few of these prompts, so I’ve gone back to one of the early ones for this chapter.
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Heated, sweat-slicked skin slid over Marcus’ own as he moved. His pace was frantic, having been made to wait so long. He knew he wasn’t going to last long.
“Enough of an… improvisation for you… Wood?” he grunted as he moved.
Leaning back against the Quidditch equipment shed, his eyes closed and mouth open, Wood could only groan in response. Marcus grinned, tightening his grip around the cocks in his hand. A warm tingle began in the small of his back as he listened to Wood pant. He wanted to hold back; wanted this to last longer. Biting down on his bottom lip, he concentrated hard, trying to force himself to calm down.
“Don’t… don’t slow down…”
It was the first thing Wood had said since they had met after Herbology. Not that he generally couldn’t talk the ear off a deaf man, but he did tend to be silent during sex.
“I want… fuck… need…” Thrusting his hips so his cock slid faster through Marcus’ hand, Wood groaned again. “Please.”
This had started as stress relief, Marcus knew. Watching Wood now, though - head thrown back, bitten lip red and swollen, and letting out obscene noises with each breath - something swirled through his chest. It was warm and tingly; something he had never felt before. Leaning forward, he squeezed the hand around both of their cocks, earning himself a sound like a whimper.
“Please…”
He jumped when Wood’s hand landed on his shoulder, pulling him closer. Now chest-to-chest, Marcus could see all kinds of details that he couldn’t before. Wood’s long eyelashes, for example. Or the way his Adam’s apple twitched as he breathed out yet another deep moan. He swallowed. The extra friction that the contact now created had his head swimming.
“I - I…”
It was as far as he got before the swirling heat in the small of his back tipped over. Closing his eyes, he thrust hard into his fist, his cock sliding smoothly against Wood’s. It felt almost like he had blacked out as he came, as he when reopened his eyes, he was leaning against Wood on the shed. Pushing against the wall caused his knees to give way, sending them both to the ground.
“God…” Wood stretched and let out a satisfied sound. “That was good.”
“‘Course it was,” Marcus responded automatically.
The warm sensation hadn’t left. Marcus blinked. He might be in trouble.
Author: themightyflynn
Character(s): Oliver Wood, Marcus Flint
Pairing(s): Oliver Wood/Marcus Flint
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): Hand job.
Challenge(s): mixandmatch100 prompt 05: Stress Relief
Word count: 400
Author's notes: I knew I’d skipped quite a few of these prompts, so I’ve gone back to one of the early ones for this chapter.
Entire work on Ao3
This chapter on Ao3
Heated, sweat-slicked skin slid over Marcus’ own as he moved. His pace was frantic, having been made to wait so long. He knew he wasn’t going to last long.
“Enough of an… improvisation for you… Wood?” he grunted as he moved.
Leaning back against the Quidditch equipment shed, his eyes closed and mouth open, Wood could only groan in response. Marcus grinned, tightening his grip around the cocks in his hand. A warm tingle began in the small of his back as he listened to Wood pant. He wanted to hold back; wanted this to last longer. Biting down on his bottom lip, he concentrated hard, trying to force himself to calm down.
“Don’t… don’t slow down…”
It was the first thing Wood had said since they had met after Herbology. Not that he generally couldn’t talk the ear off a deaf man, but he did tend to be silent during sex.
“I want… fuck… need…” Thrusting his hips so his cock slid faster through Marcus’ hand, Wood groaned again. “Please.”
This had started as stress relief, Marcus knew. Watching Wood now, though - head thrown back, bitten lip red and swollen, and letting out obscene noises with each breath - something swirled through his chest. It was warm and tingly; something he had never felt before. Leaning forward, he squeezed the hand around both of their cocks, earning himself a sound like a whimper.
“Please…”
He jumped when Wood’s hand landed on his shoulder, pulling him closer. Now chest-to-chest, Marcus could see all kinds of details that he couldn’t before. Wood’s long eyelashes, for example. Or the way his Adam’s apple twitched as he breathed out yet another deep moan. He swallowed. The extra friction that the contact now created had his head swimming.
“I - I…”
It was as far as he got before the swirling heat in the small of his back tipped over. Closing his eyes, he thrust hard into his fist, his cock sliding smoothly against Wood’s. It felt almost like he had blacked out as he came, as he when reopened his eyes, he was leaning against Wood on the shed. Pushing against the wall caused his knees to give way, sending them both to the ground.
“God…” Wood stretched and let out a satisfied sound. “That was good.”
“‘Course it was,” Marcus responded automatically.
The warm sensation hadn’t left. Marcus blinked. He might be in trouble.