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Pressure (Bill/Percy, NC-17)
Title: Pressure
Pairing: Bill/Percy
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 686
Warnings: Incest! Chan! Dub-con! It's like a pornographic trifecta of enticements!
Disclaimer: Not mine. JKR's.
Summary: Porn. Bill is very proud of his little brother.
Notes: This is the first of my teenyfic gifts! It is for isidore13 from swtalmnd and, dear recipient, I am really, really hoping right about now that the two of you share interests and that you are not completely horrified by this! And now if you'll excuse me I have to go heal my poor little Percy. *pets him*

"Bill—no—I don't want—"

The end of Percy's protest was lost in a hissing intake of breath as Bill pressed the very tip of his cock just inside Percy's lubricated arsehole. God, and Percy had thought it uncomfortable when Bill had just had his wand in there.

"Shh, Perce, shh." Bill smoothed a hand down between Percy's shoulderblades, slicking the sweat from his skin, and pressed forward again. "Accept it," Bill cajoled, "Let it in."

Percy clenched and keened, and Bill stopped pushing, but he left the tip of his cock exactly where it was. Percy pushed against the unbelievable burn of it, his eyes clenched shut tightly, his teeth gritted together.

"That’s it, Perce, push back a little...good, oh, so good. Tell me you want my cock." Bill's voice smoothed around Percy just as surely as his hands smoothed over every inch of Percy's skin, and Percy shivered in the embrace of Bill's coaxing words.

"Bill—I don't want it—hurts—" Percy managed, and Bill pressed a kiss to his shoulder.

"Of course it hurts," Bill murmured against Percy's skin, "But only for a little while, I promise, Percy, I promise. You know I'd never hurt you on purpose. And I'll make you feel so good once you open yourself for me. You have no idea." He dropped kisses down Percy's spine, and Percy arched up to receive them, spreading his legs a little wider before he realised what he was doing.

"Good, oh god Perce—good," Bill groaned, and with a grunt he pressed forward and he was in, he was inside Percy's arse and god, why had Percy let his brother talk him into this?

"Feel me, Perce," Bill murmured, and Bill's hand curved around Percy's half-hard prick and coaxed it to full stiffness. Percy arched up again, exhaling and throwing his head back a little. Oh, god. He got it now. The dual sensations of two different types of pressure—from the inside and from the outside—overwhelmed him, and he cried out.

"Shh," Bill said, "Don't want anyone to hear."

Percy nodded and began to move, fucking Bill's hand, and Bill made encouraging noises and murmured Percy's name and gave a great groan and whispered in Percy's ear.

"I'm going to move now, all right?"

And Percy hesitated, but he nodded, and hot tears sprang to his eyes as Bill's cock began to move inside his arse, and it was the biggest thing he'd ever felt but somewhere behind all that pressure was pleasure, and Bill's hand was still twisting around his prick, slick with precome, and Percy's balls tightened and he bit his lip.

"Bill—"

"It's all right," Bill grunted, his balls slapping against Percy's arse, "Come for me, little brother."

But Percy was already coming, and Bill's words just made him cry out, louder than before, and jerk erratically, spilling his seed all over Bill's hand and Bill's unmade bed.

He collapsed, Bill still moving inside him, and shortly Bill gave a series of grunts and dug his fingernails into Percy's arsecheeks and made a noise somewhere between a groan and a sigh, and he, too, collapsed, draping his body over Percy's limp form.

Percy felt him pull out after a moment, and he winced.

"You all right?" Bill kissed his shoulder and turned him over, brushing the sweat-stuck hairs from his face.

Percy averted his eyes and nodded. "Yes." Mostly.

Bill reached over Percy to get something off the bedside table; a moment later, he slipped Percy's glasses back onto his face.

"I'm glad you wanted that," Bill said then, "Charlie wanted to be here, too, you know, but he couldn't."

Percy blinked up at him in the half-darkness. "It was...nice," Percy replied. "Educational. I mean...thank you."

"I'm proud of you," Bill said, "Congratulations again on making Prefect."

"Thank you," Percy nearly whispered, covering himself with the sheet, curling into Bill out of some deep-rooted instinct he would never understand.