Without using his hands, Percy used his teeth to pull the knickers down, over the goddess' hips and legs and down to the floor. He could then straighten back up to kneel face to mound, but paused as he was suddenly overcome by a memory, much like every other time he had allowed himself into this situation.
An Iperius curse he couldn't break... a seemingly normal Ministry office... being ordered onto his knees in front of a man he hated and being incapable of saying no...
But now wasn't then. This woman was not that man, and he was here by his own consent. Nobody was controlling him with a spell, and any orders given were his to accept or deny. It was one of the reasons he'd first started coming here, needing to find someone who could help him sort through his conflicted emotions at how he could be so disgustingly violated by the who and yet still find arousal in the what. He still hated himself for it, for finding any sort of positive in what had been done to him, and thus he could only indulge with complete strangers that he paid for the service.
He finally started kissing her most intimate place, thankful the scent and taste screamed woman and that he could truly be at ease with who he truly was, if only for a few stolen minutes.