@callmesel
Harry shoves his hands deeper in his pockets, slouching moodily through the front door. He makes sure it let it bang behind him, just in case dad is giving Percy one of those mushy looks again. He doesn't want to have to see that. He wonders how long this thing with Percy is going to last. He hopes it's not long. Dad will probably get tired of Percy's bossiness and the red hairs he leaves on the sink and kick him out. Imbued with these thoughts, Harry decides he could do for a snack and makes his way to the kitchen. He's about to push open the door when a noise makes him stop. 'Oh god, James.' Percy's voice sounded pleading. Maybe dad was breaking up with him, he thought hopefully. 'Fuck, darling…' His dad moaned- moaned? The door was open in a second, Harry blanching at the sight that met his eyes. Percy propped up on the counter, legs wrapped around James's waist, skirt hitched up and top hanging off one shoulder, his dads pants sagging down, a strip of his bare bum showing. His dad was- he was having sex with Percy! They were- in the kitchen. Having sex, in their kitchen! At the same counter they made biscuit on! A short gasp, half shock, half indignation escaped from his mouth, Percy's head rocketing up to meet Harry's eyes. 'Oh fuck-'
