Long white shirt hugs and holds his frame longingly, caressing his every angle as it stops just below his uncovered parts.
"Hey, George, have you seen my - !"
Fred stops his hunt for his missing shirt when he sees that it is fitted onto his twin and skitters hastily into the hallway, belt jingling at his undone pants zipper.
"You bloody little devil…"
"Technically, Freddie, I'm older than you."
Fred lingers about in the doorway and licks at his ivory teeth with a teasing grin as he contemplates the best way to get his shirt off of George.
"The Ministry will be here to do their annual inspections in twenty minutes. If we miss that, we're fucked."
"I know." George moves in closer, taunting his man by swaying his hips with every step taken. "The Ministry is just going to have to wait for a minute, now isn't it?"
Fred wants to deny every word of his lover, but the way George is walking is starting to make his sleeping prick twitch to life.
"You're a bad tease…"
George grins, takes the lopsided tie off of his younger brother's shoulder, and throws it around Fred's neck so that he is able to utilize it and pull the younger closer.
"You want this shirt, Freddie~?" Lips tickle at Fred's ear as a tongue teasingly licks at the shell with a crooning whisper that makes his shiver with delight. "Take it off of me…"
George doesn't have to say it twice – Fred is already starting to caress at his thighs and unbutton the top so that he can tease those gorgeous little nipples that beg to be toyed with.
A bitchy Ministry will simply have to deal with it – Fred has to get his white shirt back somehow.