Percy sat at his meticulously organized desk in the Department of Magical Transportation, quill scratching furiously against parchment. His brow furrowed as he reviewed the latest memo from the Minister, lips pressing into a thin line. Everything had to be perfect, no errors, no delays, no nonsense.
And yet, nonsense was exactly what was happening.
A sharp intake of breath nearly betrayed him as he sat rigidly, fingers tightening around his quill. He adjusted his glasses with forced nonchalance as his mind was filled with thoughts of his lover, who he knew was currently under the desk, attending to his needs. Percy looked up from his paperwork, his eyes darting around the room to make sure that no one else could see what was happening.
He knew that what they were doing was wrong, but he couldn't help himself. The sensation of his lover's touch was too much to resist.
Percy shifted in his seat, feeling the heat rising within him as he tried to keep a professional demeanor.
Percy cleared his throat. βYou do realize this is highly inappropriate?β he muttered, voice low and tight, his eyes darting toward his office door.