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rarepair_shortsTitle: Impatient
Pairing: Percy/Oliver
Prompt: Not the Buttons
Rating: R
Word Count: 333
Summary: Oliver and Percy and some kinky time.
Author's Notes: Slash obviously. Language mostly.
Prompt table:The prompt table
The door slammed shut as two sets of feet stumbled around the room. There were books, texts, and beds laid unmade but nothing in the room seemed to be of any interest as the two men who currently occupied the space. They were busy at work tugging at belt buckles and cloaks.
Oliver crushed his lips against Percy’s, steering the man he was currently snogging against a wall. Percy let out a small gasp as the cold stone touched his back, this only added to Oliver’s pleasure as he nibbled at Percy’s bottom lip.
The Quidditch players rough hands trailed over Percy and to his collar undoing the first couple of buttons of the red heads collared shirt. His lips released Percy’s as they quickly found their way down his neck and to his collarbone. This caused a moan from the abandoned lips and Percy couldn’t help squirm.
“Fuck Oliver, hurry.”
Oliver pulled back from Percy to look at him for a moment then grinned. “If that’s what you want.” he replied, and started to fumble with Percy’s remaining buttons. The few minutes felt like ages as Percy waited.
“Hurry up!”
“I’m trying, you’re buttons just hate me.”
“It’s not the buttons Oliver. It’s you being impatient.”
“Can you blame me?”
“No...oh, just think of it as a Quidditch challenge or something cause at this rate I might fall asleep.”
“Oh fuck it.”
There was the sound of popping as Oliver ripped open Percy’s shirt and the buttons scattered around the room. Percy’s eyes widened as he watched the small disks bounce about the room and under furniture. “That was a perfectly good shirt!”
“Well you told me to go at it like it was a challenge.”
“I didn’t mean for you to rip my shirt. Now I’m going to have to find all those buttons and re-sew them to my-”
But Oliver cut him off by crushing his lips against the redheads once more. The buttons would have to wait till later.
Pairing: Percy/Oliver
Prompt: Not the Buttons
Rating: R
Word Count: 333
Summary: Oliver and Percy and some kinky time.
Author's Notes: Slash obviously. Language mostly.
Prompt table:The prompt table
The door slammed shut as two sets of feet stumbled around the room. There were books, texts, and beds laid unmade but nothing in the room seemed to be of any interest as the two men who currently occupied the space. They were busy at work tugging at belt buckles and cloaks.
Oliver crushed his lips against Percy’s, steering the man he was currently snogging against a wall. Percy let out a small gasp as the cold stone touched his back, this only added to Oliver’s pleasure as he nibbled at Percy’s bottom lip.
The Quidditch players rough hands trailed over Percy and to his collar undoing the first couple of buttons of the red heads collared shirt. His lips released Percy’s as they quickly found their way down his neck and to his collarbone. This caused a moan from the abandoned lips and Percy couldn’t help squirm.
“Fuck Oliver, hurry.”
Oliver pulled back from Percy to look at him for a moment then grinned. “If that’s what you want.” he replied, and started to fumble with Percy’s remaining buttons. The few minutes felt like ages as Percy waited.
“Hurry up!”
“I’m trying, you’re buttons just hate me.”
“It’s not the buttons Oliver. It’s you being impatient.”
“Can you blame me?”
“No...oh, just think of it as a Quidditch challenge or something cause at this rate I might fall asleep.”
“Oh fuck it.”
There was the sound of popping as Oliver ripped open Percy’s shirt and the buttons scattered around the room. Percy’s eyes widened as he watched the small disks bounce about the room and under furniture. “That was a perfectly good shirt!”
“Well you told me to go at it like it was a challenge.”
“I didn’t mean for you to rip my shirt. Now I’m going to have to find all those buttons and re-sew them to my-”
But Oliver cut him off by crushing his lips against the redheads once more. The buttons would have to wait till later.
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