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Harry stared into the bottom of his nearly empty glass of Firewhisky, exhausted after a long day. Some asshat from the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures had tried to import a fucking nundu—from New Zealand of all places—giving the auror’s office quite the mess to clean up. Harry would rather face Voldemort again than a raging nundu stampeding through the Ministry. He was tired, sore, and had tiny little holes peppering his shirt from a far too close encounter with the beast’s venom. He’d come straight to the Leaky Cauldron after work, not even bothering to remove his auror badge or wand holster.
An absolute shite day.
All he wanted was to drink one too many drinks at the Leaky and stumble home in blissful oblivion to pass out on the sofa, but it seemed he couldn’t even have that.
“Is this seat taken?”
Harry grunted and ran a hand through his scruffy beard, neither confirming or denying.
“Having a bad day then, Potter?”
The man next to him ordered two drinks from the bartender, causing Harry to finally look over at his unwelcome companion. The man was tall, broad-shouldered, and had a tousled mess of rich brown curls on his head.
“I’m sorry, have we met?” Harry said in a sulky tone.
The handsome man smiled devilishly at Harry, “The name is Nott, Theodore Nott. We were in the same year at Hogwarts, but I tended to keep a low profile.” He held his hand out to Harry.
“For some reason, I find that incredibly hard to believe.” He took another drink, letting it burn as it slid down his throat, before taking the man’s hand.
Nott chuckled in agreement, but did not refute the statement.
“So…why is the Chosen One sitting all alone in a bar drinking his sorrows away? And why are there holes in your shirt?” Nott stuck his finger through one of said holes near his wand holster, tickling the skin on Harry’s shoulder.
“It’s a long story,” he muttered petulantly, reminded once again of the day he’d had.
“I’ve got time,” Nott smiled at him, looking quite rakish.
“I’m not really in the mood, Nott. No offence.” Maybe he would take the hint, since the ‘piss off’ on his forehead clearly wasn’t working.
“What are you in the mood for then, Potter?”
Harry snorted into his glass, “Nothing you could give me.”
“Try me.”
Harry glanced at the man over the rims of his glasses, assessing him. Usually one look was enough to intimidate people, especially given his history as the twice saviour of the Wizarding World, but Theodore Nott looked completely at ease as if he was catching up with an old friend.
“I’m in the mood to get completely fucked, if I’m being honest. Don’t quite care how I get there. Just look around at all the fucks I give, really.” Harry gestured sarcastically around the bar with his hand as if to make his point. "Is there a sale on fucks? I don’t have any fucks. Could use some fucks, actually. Do you have any?"
Harry thought he might’ve said ‘fuck’ more times than he should’ve in a public place, but he was just tipsy enough not to care.
“Hmm, now that you mention it, I might have a fuck in me.” Nott shrugged, smirking in his direction. He leaned in to whisper in Harry’s ear, “How about you meet me in the alley out back and we’ll see just how completely fucked you get.”
Nott walked away, not once looking back to see if Harry would follow. Cocky bastard. Harry watched the man’s arse as he disappeared around the corner. He finished the last of his drink and stood up on slightly shaky legs. After tipping the bartender, he wove his way through the bar to the back room, drawing his wand out of his pocket. Tapping the necessary bricks, he watched them part before him to grant him access to Diagon Alley.
Harry looked to his left and right to ensure no one spotted him and then slunk into the alleyway between two storefronts. He saw Nott lounging insolently against the brick facade, one hand in his pocket while the other twirled his wand. He was dressed in fitted trousers and a dark grey henley that was open at the neck, giving him a roguish look about him. When he noticed Harry’s presence, he smirked.
Harry wanted nothing more than to wipe that stupid smirk right off the wizard’s face. He moved further into the dim alley to stand in front of him, straddling one of Nott’s muscular thighs.
“I believe you promised me something.” Harry leaned in, brushing the scruff of his short beard against the other man’s face.
Nott moaned in his ear and turned to find his lips. They clashed against one another, the intensity and heat quickly overtaking them. Harry wanted to sink into the feeling and let go of this awful day.
They fought each other for dominance, biting at lips and tongues, torturing and teasing each other in the process. Suddenly, Nott grabbed him by the shoulders, turned them both, and slammed Harry up against the rough bricks.
He hissed at the contact, but was immediately distracted by Nott deftly undoing his belt and trousers. Once undone, he pushed his hand into Harry’s briefs to cup his rapidly hardening cock. The moan that came out of Harry’s lips was entirely too loud for where they were, but he couldn’t seem to care.
Nott rubbed up and down his length in smooth strokes designed to completely undo him. And undo him, they did. He surrendered to the feeling, letting Nott take full control.
Harry’s hands pushed against the rough wall at his back, trying to find the right leverage to fuck harder into Nott’s hand. His palms felt raw at how hard the brick was digging into them, but he relished the feeling. Seeking out the other man’s mouth, he poured all of his frustration from the day into the kiss. This was exactly what he needed. Even more than the Firewhisky. He needed someone he could be rough with. Someone to push around who would also push back.
When Nott squeezed his cock roughly, Harry’s hands left the wall and found their way into the man’s hair, tugging at his curls in punishment. He pulled harder, making Nott break away from his lips in a gasp.
“Are you going to tease me all fucking night?”
Nott grinned, “I might. Are you going to let me?”
Harry growled, lunging for the man, but Nott was quicker. He pushed Harry back into the wall, using the full force of his body to pin him. Harry tried to buck him off, but the other wizard was quite fit.
Nott leaned right into his face, “Now, now, Potter. Be a good boy and behave. I promise I’ll take care of you.” He moved closer and licked a long stripe up the straining muscles of his neck.
Harry melted. The wet heat felt amazing against his skin, especially with the slight breeze blowing through the alley. Nott continued to tongue at his neck for long minutes, occasionally nipping at his skin. Finally, his hands loosened their grip against Harry’s chest and slid slowly down the hard planes of muscle. When he reached his trousers, instead of pushing his hand back in, Nott tugged them down his hips.
“Let’s see what we’re working with, shall we, Potter?”
Nott sank to his knees, eyeing Harry’s hard cock as it leaked profusely from the tip. He looked up at Harry and the image of the wizard on his knees nearly had him coming. It was deliciously sinful to see such a gorgeous man kneeling before him.
Holding eye contact, Nott leaned in and licked the weeping tip of his dick, causing Harry to release a shaky breath. Damn the man, he was going to end this far quicker than Harry wanted.
With a devious smile on his lips, he took Harry all the way to the back of his throat in one swift move. Harry groaned loudly and bit his fist to stop any further sounds from escaping, while Nott continued to suck up and down his cock in deep wet strokes that had him seeing stars.
Then, the man decided to take it up a notch and hollowed his cheeks, providing enough suction to suck the very soul from Harry’s body. His head slammed back into the brick and he bit his hand so hard he wouldn’t be surprised to find he’d broken the skin.
He wasn’t sure how much longer he could last.
Nott drew back, licking his lips, “You can last.”
Fuck, had he said the words aloud?
“Yes,” Nott chuckled before taking a long lick up the side of his cock. “Just a little longer and then you can come as hard as you want down my throat.”
Harry groaned at the image in his head.
“Good boy.”
Nott took him back into his mouth and began a steady tempo of pull and suck, pull and suck. When Harry thought he’d lose his mind at the rhythm, he felt Nott’s tongue swirl against the head of his cock.
Godric, that felt good.
He continued moving his talented tongue against him, flicking it against the sensitive underside in a mind-melting move that threatened to make Harry’s knees give out from under him. He thrust a hand into the man’s hair, pulling it taut in his fist.
Suddenly, Harry felt the cool night air on his dick and looked down in frustration.
“Feel free to come any time now, Potter,” Nott replied with amusement.
With a final arch of his brow, he proceeded to literally blow Harry’s mind. There was no holding back now. One gasp later and Harry thrust his hips forward, holding Nott’s head in place as he came deep down the other man’s throat.
Nott didn’t complain, just continued to suck and take everything Harry had to give. He thrust one last time, sagging back against the brick trying to catch his breath. Damn, that was good. Too good. It was exactly what he’d needed and he had a feeling the man knew it.
He gave Harry’s softening cock one last teasing lick before sitting back with a satisfied look on his face.
Harry narrowed his eyes, “No need to be so smug, Nott.”
“Oh, I think it’s pretty well deserved from my point of view.” The wizard licked his lips as he stood, challenging him to deny it.
Harry rolled his eyes instead of replying as Nott pulled his trousers back up his hips, tucked his shirt in, and refastened his belt, all while maintaining eye contact with him.
“I’m sorry you had a bad day,” Nott nuzzled into his neck and beard, giving him light open-mouthed kisses against his skin.
Harry settled further against the wall, soaking up the bliss of the moment. He could feel the rough bricks at his back and Nott’s hard body pressed against his own. It felt amazing.
“I’m feeling surprisingly better for some reason. Can’t imagine why,” Harry sighed.
“A good orgasm will do that. Come home with me?” Nott looked into his eyes and gave him a quick kiss.
Harry hummed in consideration, “Did you remember to pick up milk at the shop today? Or did you forget… again?”
Nott chuckled and rolled his eyes, “I remembered. Merlin forbid that the Chosen One has to drink his coffee black once in a while.”
“As if you’ve ever had black coffee a day in your life!” Harry snorted, poking the man in the ribs, while Nott laughed and dodged out of the way.
“Are you feeling better now? Shall we go home, handsome?”
Harry grabbed Nott’s face in one last warm kiss, “Absolutely.”
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