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The kiss began soft and relatively sweet, but it didn't stay that way. Oliver moaned as Harry parted his lips, and he took the invitation, deepening the kiss and exploring Harry's mouth. He eased closer, keeping his hips away with effort. Just a kiss. He loved Harry's hands on him, though.
It was a lovely first kiss, slow and languorous. Harry forgot for a moment to be nervous about kissing a friend, and his fingers laced their way into Oliver's short hair as his other hand lingered on one spectacularly formed pectoral muscle. He felt the beginning of arousal and the rest of the world faded completely into the background.
Oliver wanted to touch more, and he slid his hands down Harry's back as they kissed, pulling him closer. He was quickly losing track of any reticence, and he was just drunk enough not to care who saw them.
Harry whimpered a little into the kiss as Oliver pulled him closer. He slid both arms around the taller man's shoulders and leaned in, exploring the wet heat of Oliver's mouth, the enticing hint of whiskey taste. He wished he'd known earlier. He wished he'd made different choices.
The kiss was heating up fast and so was Oliver. He turned, pushing Harry up against the wall, going on pure instinct now. He craved this. He hadn't known how much.
The sudden move left Harry feeling dizzy and achingly hard all of a sudden. He made a needy sound deep in his throat and gripped at Oliver's shoulders. This was a lot more than a kiss and Harry was utterly starved for it.
The was Harry reacted touched off something deep inside Oliver and he growled deep in his throat. He pressed the length of his body against Harry without thinking. He needed contact.
Harry was fairly sure he'd never experienced anything so hot in his entire life. He moaned quietly and rocked his hips back and forth a little, aching to feel the friction against Oliver's larger body. There was no way he could push him away. He felt like he was only moments away from coming in his pants at this rate, and he didn't even care. He had a wand, after all.
This was no longer just a kiss. It was very close to sex, and Oliver had no idea how the situation had escalated so quickly. He only knew that he was throbbingly hard and Harry felt perfect against him. He rested a hand on Harry's hip, groaning into the kiss. He suddenly realised what they were doing, and in public no less. That was what had gotten him in trouble before. He pulled back, panting, and stared into Harry's eyes.