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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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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