Oliver groaned as Fred began to stroke him, the friction it caused making him even harder. "I only wear them at home when I'm playing with you," Oliver smirked a little, he knew the red head liked his chaps, so Olly would make sure to wear them.
Shivering as his clothes were banished, Oliver arched his back to get away from the cold grass. Returning the kiss, Oliver slipped his hand around to rest on Fred's back, trying to pull the smaller man closer to his body. Oliver didn't care that he could taste the smallest amount of blood in the kiss, not sure whether it was his or Fred's. He enjoyed the roughness.
His eyes shot upwards as Fed spoke, the look in Fred's eyes told him he should do as he was told. It wasn't often that Fred took control but Oliver always enjoyed it when he did. Slipping his hand away from Fred's hip, Oliver ran his hand down his own body, reaching for his cock. Oliver looked up into Fred's eyes as he began to tease himself.
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