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Perciver pt2 (finally)

Lmao the pic is a completely different fandom, but i thought it was cute :)
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Alright, have fun reading the second part of perciver. A few hot scenes, but no smut really...

This is wrong.

The warm fingers running across his back, up to his shoulder blades and back down to his hips thought otherwise.

I really shouldn't be doing this.

The ever so small noises that left his mouth and the sharp shiver along his back disagreed.

Why can't I stop?

His own hands found themselves in the dark hair of the quidditch captain himself, who wasn't planning on stopping anytime soon.

Do I even want to stop?

That question was answered by a loud moan, when Oliver sucked his way up Percys neck.
Was that me? Did I just make that sound? It sounded so erotic.
A blush formed on Percys cheeks and one of his hands left Oliver's hair, to put over his mouth. His partner hesitated for a second, before kissing along the redheads jawline and whispering into his ear.
"Cover your mouth again and I'll tie up those pretty little hands of yours."
Quickly, Percy connected their lips in a sloppy kiss, but not before lifting his hand to the others neck.
Squeezing lightly.
"Bold of you to assume I'd let you."
This time Percy was the one kissing down oliver's jawline, which was rather hard to do, since he was on the others lap. But Percy made it work.
Ever so slightly pulling the others hair or queening his neck to keep him in place, Percy slowly shifted in between Oliver's thighs. After unbuttoning the others shirt, the redhead got off of Oliver and pulled him onto himself.
Hands on either side of Percys head, Oliver leaned down after a few seconds of staring in awe and gave Percy a small peck.
„You're really pretty y'know.", he murmured and kissed him again.
Percy chuckled awkwardly and turned his head to look at anything except the hot boy above him.
"Wow, so shy and yet you're too prideful to beg."
Oliver smirked (more to himself though), as he sat on Percys waist and unbuttoned the others shirt. Percy rolled his eyes.
"Just rip it, bloody hell"
Oliver's eyes widened, but he did what he was told. And soon both their button ups were tossed in some corner of the room.
"I'm grateful to have had the honor of ripping one of mister prefects shirts."
"Oh shut up and kiss me again. Before I change my mind."
Oliver grinned and let his hands glide to the others waist, while kissing him passionately. Their tongues fought for a while, until Percy gave out and let Oliver explore new territory. His own hands roamed along Oliver's broad and well built back.
Damn quidditch player.
He pulled said quidditch player closer to himself and deepened the kiss.
He's going to be the death of me.
A loud moan escaped Percys mouth, as their lips parted for air.
"Prat", Percy mumbled under his breath before another erotic sound left his mouth.
Oliver had both his hands on the smaller boys arse and kept squeezing every few seconds.
He chuckled.
"heard that"
Oliver nipped at Percys neck, jawline, collarbone, anything he could reach as to try and make Percy lose more lewd noises.
Which worked surprisingly well.
The mix of small bites on his neck and two hands on his arse really made it hard for Percy to keep quiet. And after a few minutes, Percy was a blushing, moaning mess underneath a very turned on quidditch captain.
"What do you want me to do?"
Oliver smirked after he stopped nibbling on the redheads neck.

Percy was in too much of a daze to even think about answering. His head and body only wanted Oliver to keep going.
To keep pleasuring him.
To keep tasting him.
But after a while he noticed Oliver's touches and grazes had left his body as he felt himself slowly come back to reality, as if waking up from a daydream.
"Why'd you stop?", his voice was shriller than expected and came out as more of a whine, than an actual question.
"Did you want me to continue?", Oliver's shit eating grin was enough to make Percy roll his eyes again.
"Whatever..."
Percy pouted and let one of his hands run though his relatively messy hair.
Oliver laughed and gave Percy a small peck on the nose.
"If you want me to continue just ask nicely, and maybe if i'm feeling generous, i'll do as you please."
Percy knew this was just one of Oliver's plans to make him beg. And he wasn't planning on begging. Ever.
He was a Weasley. And his brothers gave his reputation enough damage as it is. So he wasn't about to plead some guy to touch him, only so said guy could boast about it to his friends later.
Except...
Said guy wasn't just some guy.
Actually, said guy was hot.
And a quidditch player.
And quite sweet if he wanted to be.
But that still wouldn't be enough to make THE Percy Weasley beg.
"Take me on a date first and maybe i'll consider it.", Percy smiled innocently.
Too innocently.
So innocently, that it didn't seem at all innocent anymore.
"Alright, deal."