Kirley Duke wears more eyeliner than you (specialk) wrote in occultus,
@ 2011-12-21 11:00:00

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Who: Kirley Duke & Oliver Wood
When: Night, 19 December (backdated)
Where: The Black Cat (cocktail bar)
Rating: M
Summary: Two bored Scots, alcohol and flirting.

He was late. Which wasn't an entirely new situation for him and Olly knew from experience that K usually ended up being the one who came second. Kirley chuckled a little at that thought and pushed open the door to the bar. The Black Cat was low key enough for people such as himself to hang out in and not be recognised too much. There weren't many places like that in the Wizarding community, which was probably why Kirley found himself frequently drawn back to the little nightclub. The venue had a small stage and often there was live music.

Crossing to the bar, he sought out the taller Scot and sildled up beside him. Gesturing to get the barmaid's attention he ordered for both of them. 'Two Scottish Slammers.' Grinning up at the younger wizard as the other recognized his accent, 'alright Woody?'

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ollypop
2012-02-02 07:56 pm UTC (link)

Olly nodded, "They would, but I quite like them, so I'm not complaining." Oliver would never deny that he enjoyed the occasional moments of pain.

Feeling Kirley's hand trail down his back, he couldn't help but arch into the touch. A soft groan escaping his lips as Kirley groped his arse. Grinding down a little more Oliver grinned, dipping his head down to place a few nips over Kirley's neck. He would never turn down a chance when Kirley presented one.

"You know it,” Oliver continued to trail his tongue over the ink, one hand trailing down to undo Kirley’s jeans. As the button came undone, Oliver shimmied downwards, his body pressing against Kirley’s. He licked a line straight down Kirley’s front, before blowing it. When he got down far enough, he took hold of the zipper with his teeth and pulled it down.

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specialk
2012-02-04 11:02 pm UTC (link)

A soft chuckle escaped his lips at Oliver's words, he knew well enough that the Keeper liked a little bit of pain every now and then. Kinky bitch that he was.

As his neck was bitten, his own teeth worried his lower lip. His neck was a sensitive place, though thankfully Mouthy had only nipped the side. It was the back, just at his nape that was the most sensitive part.

The tongue against his skin was enough to get him hard, always had been a turn on for him and his whole body responded as Nimbus trailed down his front. His hand slipped from the other man's jeans as he moved out of reach; instead he threaded both hands into Oliver's hair. A smirk curved his mouth as he watched Mouthy undo his zip with his teeth. It was a move stolen from K.

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ollypop
2012-02-06 09:33 pm UTC (link)

Oliver winked up at K as he saw a smirk on the older mans face. He let his hands rest on the slim hip beneath him as Oliver kissed his way upwards once more. He knew that Kirley's jeans were virtually painted on and with his weight on them, no matter how little that might be, there would be no getting them off easily.

Leaning fowards, careful not to put too much of his weight onto Kirley, Oliver flattened his tongue and ran it straight over one of Kirley's nipples. Then using the tip of his tongue he circled around it.

While his mouth was busy, Oliver was wiggling K's jeans down, something he had had quite a bit of practice at. He knew that once they got to mid thigh that they came off pretty easily, it was just getting them that far.

Once they had gotten so far, Oliver switched to using one hand to get the jeans down, his other circling Kirley's cock, fingers teasing the hardened member.

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specialk
2012-02-07 07:53 pm UTC (link)

The wink only made his smirk wider and he was about to make a smart comment when that damn tongue of Olly's distracted him. The other Scot knew exactly what to do to make him writhe and tonight was no exception. Kirley's hips lifted ever so obligingly as his nipple was teased, allowing Mouthy to make short work of his jeans.

As Oliver's hand wrapped round him, a half growl escaped him. The Keeper's hands were rough, as they should be with all that Quidditch, gloves or no. Lifting his head a little he looked down at Mouthy, pupils huge in the dim light. 'C'mere...' He hooked two fingers into Oliver's shirt collar, tugging him up to kiss him roughly.

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ollypop
2012-02-20 10:27 pm UTC (link)

Oliver's cock throbbed in his jeans as Kirley growled at him, he didnt know what it was about a growl, but he found them fucking hot and always responded to them in one way or another. Moving his hand up and down in a lazy motion Oliver looked up at K as his name was spoken.

"Mmmm'kay," He moaned, obliging by lifting himself upwards and forwards, body jerking against Kirley's as he was tugged by his shirt collar. Squirming Oliver settled himself b ack between Kirley’s thighs, his hand still wrapped around the guitarists cock as he returned the hungry kiss.

Grabbing Kirley’s hand, he placed it over the button of his jeans, hoping the other man would get the hint as they were getting extremely uncomfortable now and Oliver wanted to be as close to Kirley as he could. He didn’t care they were on a sofa in the back of the club, all that mattered to him was the connection between him and the man he was with.

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specialk
2012-02-26 07:46 pm UTC (link)

The lazy teasing would have had him whimpering like a little bitch if he was still a teenager. Thankfully he wasn't an adolescent and had a tad more self control, just. Kissing Oliver hard, he chuckled a little as his hand was moved to the button of Mouthy's fly.

'Impatient little Nimbus are we?' Kirley teased in a singsong tone, eyes dark with mischief and a heavy dose of lust. Flicking open the buttons with deft fingers, his hand was soon working Olly's dick, playing the younger man as well as any guitar he owned.

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ollypop
2012-02-27 08:21 pm UTC (link)

"Mhmmmm, you bring it out in me," he murmured against the other mans lips. He nibbled on Kirley's lower lip as the guitarist made short work of his jeans. Arching his back a little Oliver whimpered into the kiss as Kirley's fingers wound around his dick.

Oliver ran one hand up and down Kirley’s chest, before turning his hands toward himself and ridding himself of his shirt. Too much material was just a pain in the arse.

Leaning to whisper in Kirley’s ear Oliver detoured and ran his tongue up a muscle in Kirley’s neck first. “Are you gonna scream my name tonight?” Oliver questioned, pushing his hips forward in time with Kirley’s strokes.

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