Title: Percy Weasley is a Cock Sucker
Author: eeyore9990
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairing: Percy Weasley/Assorted Random Cocks
Kinks: Blow Jobs
Summary: For florahart's request. Percy/assorted random cocks. Percy likes to suck. He'd really like to suck any or all of his brothers, but thinks they wouldn't like that, so instead he visits establishments with gloryholes and takes what's available; he knows at least two of his brothers frequent the same places to get sucked, and he can always hope.
Word Count: 2135
Disclaimer: Contains no spoilers for Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (unless JKR suddenly decides to indulge us with porn). This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Written for the daily_deviant FQF.

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Percy Weasley loves cocks.

He loves the smell of cocks. The musty, musky, murky odour of them. He likes to start by lightly sniffing the air around the cock as it stabs through the hole in the wall; just that small inhalation is enough to make his mouth water. He then buries his nose as close to the root of the cock as he can get it, sometimes forcing the tip through the space around the cock to get a whiff of the spicy scent that seems strongest at the base, just where the cock meets the balls. He'll drag his nose up, breathing deeply, drawing the essence of the cock into him and savouring it before continuing.

He loves the taste of cocks. He likes to hold the tip on his tongue until the person on the other side—his mind shies away from supplying the word man even as the proof of their gender twitches desperately against the roof of his mouth—makes an impatient movement with their hips and the cock slips deeper into his mouth without any help from him. He imagines the person on the other side of the wall, pressed so close their fingers are curved into the wall, as if attempting to find a hand-hold on the flat surface. He relishes the thought that even he can drive someone to that level of need with a simple curl of his tongue.

He loves the variety of cocks that can be found in establishments like this one. Long, short, thin, thick, cut, uncut. Darkest black, palest white. He must admit to a fondness for the pale ones, though. He loves the way they blush. Seeing the proof that he is a good little cock sucker in the way the tips turn a nearly livid purple is simply… satisfying. He's always been a firm believer in taking pride in one's work, and seeing evidence of his expert technique is enough to make him teeter on the edge of arrogant.

He thinks of this as he kneels in the small, nearly airless room, a bead of sweat gathering at his temple to drip down the side of his face. It is warm in here, but not all the heat he feels comes from the stale, stifling air. The arousal that thrums through his veins as he waits for his trophy adds to the exquisite warmth, making him long to fidget and squirm though he knows he won't. He has a reputation to maintain, after all, and even if no one can see him as he kneels here quasi-patiently, he will know if he fails to preserve his dignity.

As he kneels, he closes his eyes, letting the experience sink into his skin, imbuing him with a sense of purpose that he's all but lost in the life he leads outside this room. He feels his glasses slowly slide down his nose until they catch at the tip, where the sides of his nostrils flare outward the tiniest bit. He idly thinks that if his nose were as straight as Bill's, he would have more of a problem keeping his specs on his face, but that thought flitters away as a breeze washes through the hole in the wall.

His pulse speeds up and his fingers dig into his thighs, but otherwise he shows no sign that he knows there is someone in the other room. He longs to open his eyes and peek through the hole, but that would be cheating and Percy Weasley is no cheater.

He follows the rules. Always.

The scent of cock wafts through the hole and Percy feels a knot rise up in his throat. He teases himself with the thought that this time, the cock that he'll see when he opens his eyes will be pale… and freckled. His hands clench tighter, digging bruises into his flesh even as he slowly exhales. He knows they come here. It is how he initially found this place, after all.

He had followed them from their shop one afternoon, sure that they were up to something—something definitely nefarious and possibly treasonous. He had clutched his cloak tight around his head as he followed them up one alley and down the other until one of them—George?—had pulled open the door to this place, ushering the other in with a grand sweep of his arm. Percy had scowled at the sign swinging creakily above the door, not recognising the name of the establishment. He'd waited a moment more, then rushed forward and jerked the door open, slipping through into a darkened barroom.

The muted flash of red in front of him had led him farther into the gloomy place until he'd been brought up short at the sight of a line of men waiting restlessly in front of a door labelled "Receive." The men in line were avoiding eye contact… all but Fred and George, who were grinning broadly and fondling one another through their brightly coloured, thick winter robes. The shock of seeing such a thing had brought him up short, but his own instant reaction to it had caused him to spin around… right into the arms of a thick-set, middle-aged wizard. Thankfully his cloak had been thick enough to shield the proof of his rampant arousal from the man.

"Lost, love?" he'd asked, voice slurring slightly even as the scent of strong spirits had washed over Percy from the other man's breath.

"Yes, I—" Percy had paused, floundering a bit over what to say.

"Ahh, with a pretty lil' mouth like that, yeh'll be wantin' the other door," the man had said with a sloppy wink.

Percy's blank face must have been encouraging because the man had given him directions to the room he now kneels in. The room he's been visiting with an ever-increasing frequency as his obsession with cocks of all kinds has grown to a nearly embarrassing degree.

His own cock twitches as he waits for the person on the other side to ready themselves. He delights in the anonymity of this room even as he longs to give each man a business card with his Floo address. To invite them each to his flat so he can worship their cocks in the comfort of his small, comfortably appointed bedroom.

There is a whisper of magic on the air and Percy opens his eyes, assuming the other person is ready to begin. What he sees makes his breath catch instead.

A long, pale cock, surrounded by ginger pubes the exact shade of his own, spattered with a light dusting of freckles along the shaft. He stops breathing for a moment, sure he's simply imagining this, until a voice on the other side speaks up gruffly. A very familiar voice.

"There's two of us here, mate. Mind sucking us both?"

Percy whimpers and touches his wand to the edge of the hole, expanding it so the other twin can move in and thrust his own cock into it. Percy licks his lips and sits back, watching them, nearly afraid to start. But then he smells it again, the scent that started it all.

He shuffles forward on his knees, reaching up to remove his glasses and fold them carefully before setting them out of the way. The idea of a glamour to hide his identity skitters around the edge of his rational mind, but he shoves the thought away and leans forward.

He ducks under the cocks, unable to get as close to his brother's bodies as he'd like, since they are pressed too closely together to allow their bodies to lie flush against the wall, but close enough to catch a whiff of the strongest scent of their sex. He releases a shaky little moan and presses the tip of his nose between their cocks where they press against one another. Then, he rolls his face up some more to thrust his tongue into that same space before dragging it along their lengths. As his tongue leaves them at the heads, the cocks slap lightly together, drawing startled moans from Fred and George.

Percy exhales, breathing hot air across them. He smiles, just a trifle smugly, at the way George—or is it Fred?—whimpers. He opens his mouth wide then, wondering idly if he'll be able to accommodate them both. As their engorged heads spear through his stretched lips, he relaxes. It seems he is enough for both of them, after all.

They thrust in an alternating rhythm, maximizing their own pleasure as their cocks rub against one another before plunging deeper into his mouth.

He pulls back, frustrating them, but amusing himself as he tantalizes their cocks with the tip of his tongue, flickering it against them even as they continue to thrust against one another. He winds it over and around them, stabbing it into one slit then another, curling it around one flaring head to suck that sensitive bit of flesh into his mouth for a sound sucking before releasing it to attend to the other. Finally, their laboured breathing reaches a familiar pitch and Percy opens wide once again, doing what he can to suck them both to completion.

The nearly violent thrusting of two cocks in his mouth causes Percy to slip and do something he hasn't done since he was an amateur: graze a cock with his teeth. As he silently begins to chide himself for such behaviour, one of the twins gives a guttural shout and presses even deeper, making the other twin shift slightly at the forceful movement. Percy lifts one brow and this time intentionally allows the edge of his teeth to slide free of the barrier of his lips.

The first pulse of come bursts across his tongue then and Percy has to grab wildly for his own cock as the mere idea of his brother's come sliding down his throat nearly causes him to reach climax, totally untouched. That hasn't happened since the first time he'd accepted an anonymous cock in his mouth, and something within him is unwilling to allow the twins to best him in such a way.

He squeezes tightly around the base of his cock, staving off his orgasm at very nearly the last minute. There is a breathless, choked sound from the other side of the wall and Percy pulls back, tilting his face to the ceiling as the other twin finally loses his control and begins to come. The hot fluid hits Percy's chin, sliding down his throat to run thickly over his chest. He raises his hands to rub it into his skin, bathing in the fragrant stuff, excited beyond measure at the thought that while he can still taste one twin's come on his tongue, the other twin's come is decorating his sensitive nipples.

He swipes up one stream as it runs down to pool in the hollow of his throat and touches it to the tip of his own cock, even as he hears the twins collapse against the thin wall that separates them. He rubs the thick come into the head of his cock, then slides his sticky hand down to grasp it fully, his fist moving rapidly, noisily, communicating his actions to the two men—his brothers—where they rest mere inches from him. The vision of them, as they must look, overwhelms him and he finally swallows the come he has been holding all this time in his mouth to stop the scream that he knows would give away his identity as he collapses against the floor, cock jerking in his hand as his own orgasm consumes him.

He has no idea how long he lays there, skin twitching occasionally with the after-effects of a climax of such intensity, but eventually he feels a breeze against his skin. He sits up, wondering if it is the twins leaving or if he's completely missed that and it's a new man taking their place. He notices the hole he charmed bigger is now its usual size, and the sound of a zip reaches him. He wavers for a moment, wondering if he will even want this anymore, now that he's fulfilled the fantasy that has plagued his dreams for months.

The scent of cock reaches him then and his body stirs anew, telling him that though the twins may have inspired his passion and fuelled his daydreams, even they are not enough to completely fulfil him. Not now; not as long as there is this room and a line of men waiting to be serviced. He faces the fact of his obsession with a calmness of spirit even as a small smile twitches his lips.

Percy Weasley might be a cock sucker, but he's a damn good one.

~Fin~