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"Chaaaaaarlie."

Grunting, Charlie swatted at the annoying voice and rolled over on the bed.

"Chaaaaaarlie."

He opened his eyes, immediately closing them again to avoid the harsh stream of sunlight bursting through the window. Charlie buried his head into the pillow, sure that he would be able to go back to sleep.

Hands. Soft fingertips were trailing up Charlie's arms. He sighed, pressing into the touch. A low chuckle came from somewhere in front of him. Soft kisses were pressed to his temple, slowly moving until gentle lips covered his own. The hands moved to his waist as tongues came into play.

"Good morning, gorgeous."

Charlie's eyes shot open and he scrambled backwards, falling off the bed.

"Ow. Damn it, Bill."

"I didn't make you fall off," the longhaired teen laughed. "Come back to bed, Charlie."

"No."

Bill shrugged.

"Fine then."

Charlie gasped as Bill flopped off the bed and on top of him. Bill immediately sought Charlie's mouth with his own, nipping at his brother's lower lip before returning to memorizing the inside of Charlie's mouth.

"Bill-"

"Shut up and kiss me."

Charlie moaned and leaned backwards, drawing Bill down with him. Humming his approval, Bill slowly worked his hands under the younger's shirt and traced over the muscles from being such a dedicated seeker for Gryffindor. Charlie moved his hands into Bill's hair, threading his fingers through the smooth tresses. He tugged sharply, Bill releasing Charlie's mouth to jerk his head backwards.

Charlie smirked and moved to nibble along Bill's exposed Adam's apple, soothing the bites with small licks here and there and leaving the ponytailed man panting.

"Bill? Charlie? Mom wants you down-"

The two eldest Weasley children stared in horror as 11 year-olds Fred and George stepped in the room.

"-stairs, pronto. So zip up your britches-"

"-and move it!"

And just like that they were gone.

"Shit."

Bill couldn't have agreed more.