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Quickly, Now (Percy/Ron, NC-17)
Title: Quickly, Now
Pairing: Percy/Ron
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 263
Warnings: None besides the pairing.
Disclaimer: Not mine. JKR's.
Summary: Harry will be home any minute.
Notes: An Advent Drabble for suntzu_s, who requested Percy/Ron, prompt: Harry.


"Harry'll be home any minute," Ron gasped, holding the pillow to his chest like a second lover. "Gotta—fuck—hurry—hurry—"

"I know," Percy responded, hissing out the words through clenched teeth, squeezing shut his eyes, trying hard to focus on nothing but Ron, around him, under him, sweating and swearing.

"Fuck," Ron gasped, "Gonna—Perce, hurry—"

"Quickly, now," Percy responded, as much to himself as to Ron, managing to be precise in his directions even while buggering his own brother, "Come for me, now."

And Ron did, all over the sheets, collapsing, sinking into the puddle of his own come, boneless even as Percy pounded away, his thighs tense, his tight balls slapping against Ron's empty ones.

"There," Percy gasped, and it was all the warning Ron had before Percy dug his manicured nails into Ron's hips, gasping out his orgasm, spilling into Ron just as the hinge on the front door creaked and Harry's voice rang out through the flat.

"Ron?"

Ron rolled onto his back and met Percy's eyes, a startling blue behind his smudged glasses. Percy put a finger to his lips, and Ron nodded.

"Ron?" Harry called again, "You home?"

Ron didn't answer, only bit his lip, looking up at his brother with the same mixture of love and regret he always felt after these encounters. Percy cleaned his glasses on the edge of the sheet as Harry called out again.

"Yeah—in my room," Ron replied, finally, rousing himself from his orgasm-induced stupor.

Percy kissed Ron, threw on his clothes, and Disapparated.

Again.