Here is a little M/O drabblet for you.
Flint is said to be plain only if the speaker is being kind. But Oliver knows better. It is the things people don’t see; it’s the skin, and it’s the muscles, it’s things that are hidden underneath. These are the things that make Flint beautiful. Oliver likes to move his hands under the robe, palming the veined cock, run his finger over the head, pulling back the skin and releasing drops of precum. He can feel Flint’s abs jump, when he swallows the cock whole, and as he looks up, across the hard flat plane, and at the gold piercing on Flint’s left nipple, he think Marcus is gorgeous. The thing people don’t know, is that in the candlelight, in the daylight, in any light, Marcus has a body made for fucking.
But like all Slytherin, the beauty is buried underneath.