Pink Lace - H/P - NC-17
Title : Pink Lace
Author : shocfix
For : myseverus
Pairing : Harry/Percy
Prompt : pink lace
Rating : NC-17
Words : 1074


Pink Lace
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In the middle of a major interdepartmental meeting was simply not the time or place to completely rethink my life.

Yes, after Ginny had run off with Ernie MacMillan, I had sworn off women, but I didn’t think I’d really meant it. It was a glorious drunken rant at my best mate, who’d taken me home and undressed me and put me to bed.

And had deflected the clumsy pass I’d made at him with surprising tact.

He’d told me I was thinking of Ginny when I ran my fingers through his hair, and he’d tucked me in and blown out my candle.

And ignored the slurred remark about him blowing something else.

So, a year later, I was celibate because I was single minded about my career, not because my ex-girlfriend had given birth to a baby Hufflepuff.

And I was representing the Auror department in a seriously major interdepartmental meeting, with everyone in their serious robes, giving serious presentations and making serious notes.

I like to think we’d made serious progress on our serious issues by the time we were down to our shirtsleeves and a fourth cup of coffee.

Not life changing progress; just bureaucratic progress, but there you go.

The life changing bit came when Percy leant forward to grab a folder from the other side of the table and his shirt rode up and I saw pink lace underwear.

A pale skinned, freckled arse, with pink lace disappearing between the cheeks.

And I found myself clutching my quill so tightly it snapped and making a fervent wish.

Oh, please let him be wearing a pink lace thong because it turned him on as much as it did me; please don’t let him be wearing his girlfriend’s underwear to make her happy, or as a bet.

Now, where the hell had that come from?

I had never previously wanted to remove a pink lace thong from between anyone’s buttocks, no matter with my teeth.

No matter Percy Weasley.

I watched him out of the corner of my eye. Same studious frown, same serious nod as he scribbled notes, frantically.

Maybe just the hint of shifting uncomfortably in his seat as the pink lace brushed across his hole.

Fuck.

What was I supposed to do? What were you supposed to do when you suddenly wanted to rim your best friend’s brother? Did it matter which brother?

Did it matter that I had only even heard of rimming because Seamus likes to freak Neville out at the pub?

Did it matter that my previous sexual experience consisted of the missionary position, in the dark, with his little sister?

By the time the meeting had ended and I’d dithered long enough for him to gather up his papers, everyone else had left.

“Something wrong?” he asked, rocking ever so slightly from one foot to the other, which I wouldn’t even have noticed if I wasn’t thinking of how it must feel to have the thong trapped between his cheeks.

“Um,” I said wittily.

“Harry? Is there something I can do for you?”

I whimpered.

“Harry?”

“Yes,” I said.

He nodded encouragingly.

“Yes,” I repeated. “Uh… thong.”

He flushed as red as I’ve ever seen a Weasley go.

“I would take it as a personal favour if you could not tell anyone about this,” he said, his chin held high. “I doubt Ronald would understand.”

“No,” I said. “It’s… good?”

His eyes opened wide and he licked his lips nervously.

My eyes followed the tip of his tongue, which matched the dusty pink thong to perfection.

“Good?” he asked quietly.

I took a Gryffindor step closer and took his papers from his unresisting hands.

“Good,” I said firmly.

“Good,” he echoed.

We stared at each other.

Apparently I had run out of courage, because it was Percy who closed the distance between us and bent his head and kissed me.

Very clumsily, because I wasn’t used to reaching up to kiss someone, and our glasses knocked against each other and we both apologised and he looked rather flustered and I was about to turn and run when he set his jaw and dropped his robes to the floor.

He kissed me again and my hands slid round his waist and down inside his trousers and my fingertips glided over silky soft skin and under pink lace and he groaned into my mouth.

“Harry, I’ve never,” he whispered.

“Nor have I,” I said. “How hard can it be?”

“Rock hard,” he gasped, rubbing up against me.

The occasional burst of Weasley humour that he couldn’t contain was almost as sexy as the lace underwear and I laughed happily and turned and Impeturbed the door to the meeting room.

“Here?” he asked.

“Let’s live dangerously,” I said.

I watched him kick off his shiny shoes and scramble to undo his trousers and step out of them as they pooled around his ankles.

His erect cock was bursting out of the thong and I swallowed hard.

“Christ,” I said weakly.

His hands hovered nervously in front of it and I pushed them aside.

“Merlin,” he whispered as I dropped to my knees before him and tentatively touched his tented underwear.

“I had no idea,” I breathed.

“It’s… frowned upon, Harry,” he said, his hands coming up to rest on my shoulders as I carefully pushed the lace aside and freed his cock.

“It shouldn’t be,” I said. “It’s gorgeous.”

“You spend far too much time with my brothers,” he protested, ending with a gurgle as I took him in my mouth.

Despite not having the faintest idea what I was doing, I did pretty well.

My hands slid behind him, to cup his cheeks and pull him towards me; he whimpered as I sucked and yelped and grabbed my hair as my fingers slid between his cheeks and pressed against the lace over his entrance.

And, as my fingertip pushed inside him, he came with a shout.

I reluctantly released his arse and he leant shakily against the large oak table. His cock slid from between my lips and I swallowed and looked up at him.

“Harry,” he breathed.

I touched the pink lace with a fingertip.

“I should have asked,” I said quietly. “You’re not wearing them for a girlfriend, or something, are you?”

“You bloody idiot,” he said fondly, sounding far more Weasleylike than he usually did.

“But you’ll wear them for me?”

“Every day.”