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Was it risky? Sure. But it had been months since the last time Sirius had gotten laid, and he was just a man. A weak, desperate man who had run through all the toys in his vast collection and had found himself entirely bored by each and every one of them. It was just so much effort, so much hard work, and they didn’t leave him nearly satisfied enough.
Could he have swiped on some eyeliner and got lost in a sea of bodies in some sweaty, seedy muggle gay club? Of course he could have. But muggles were, unfortunately, fucking shit in bed. Well, he supposed, that was a bit unfair - he’d fucked plenty of them and there was the odd one who managed alright. It’s just, without magic it was all a bit… monotonous. He’d suck their cock until they were hard, they’d finger him a bit, then they’d fuck him. And when they came in him, he’d have to let them clean him up the manual way which never got as deep as a cleaning charm but he’d have to wait for them to fuck off before pulling out his wand.
He needed to find a wizard to shag him - he wanted to be stretched out properly, with magic, perhaps bound a bit with a well-placed incarcerous charm, and not be laughed at when he called out Merlin’s name. It was just a bit difficult, is all. Sirius was hot, and he knew he was hot, but he had a family name that he could never shake and no matter how many years it had been since he’d been disowned, nobody would ever treat him quite as roughly as he’d like lest they incur the wrath of the House of Black.
So when he left his friends at their booth in the Leaky Cauldron to take a piss and he’d seen the hole cut into the cubicle wall, it took barely a moment of thought to allow his recklessness to take control.
He’d heard of these - glory holes they called them, as if there was anything glorious about trusting a stranger on the other side of a wall with the safety of your most intimate part. But there was something thrilling about the whole… anonymity of it. He’d be getting the best of both worlds here - someone who had magic to make the experience interesting, but who wouldn’t run at the first sight of his sharp cheekbones and grey eyes that betrayed his heritage.
Still, he wasn’t entirely thoughtless about the whole thing, he’d taken precautions. He’d scourgified the floor and the rim of the hole, he’d placed a cushioning charm on the floor to protect his knees, and he’d cast a spell that he’d invented years ago for a prank that would modify the voices of everyone in the room. It wouldn’t do to be recognised, after all. That defeated the whole point. For good measure he’d even cast a ward on the hole itself, so that nobody with any kind of venereal disease could poke themselves through. He was as prepared as someone with 5 minutes alone in a bathroom and a hastily formed plan could possibly be.
So, satisfied that he’d done all he could to ensure relative safety in what was otherwise a thoroughly stupid move, he got to his knees and waited. And waited. And waited some more. Until a few minutes after he took his position, the door creaked open and he heard the telltale sound of a man relieving himself in the stall next to him. It was showtime.
“Psst… hey….” Sirius pressed his mouth against the hole, speaking in an excited whisper in a voice that was several tones higher than his usual, and thankfully completely unrecognisable to his own ears.
He heard a shuffle as the man next door must have been startled, and he crossed his fingers in the hope that he hadn’t scared him off so soon before even getting to offer.
“Hello?”
His voice was husky, gravelly with a slight accent that he couldn’t place. It was fucking sexy - and Sirius knew it wasn’t his real voice but he still found himself imagining what kind of body would belong to a voice like that. The thing with the spell was that it was supposed to make you sound the way you should based on your looks. It’s why Sirius - with his androgynous, somewhat delicate features - always sounded more feminine than usual. And it’s why his cock was already beginning to fill, because for a voice to sound this fucking sinful, the man on the other side of the cubicle wall must be an absolute treat.
“Down here.” Sirius pressed his lips through the gap, allowing his mouth to fall open and his tongue to slip out. Instinctively he peered upwards through his lashes, only to be reminded of the fact that there was no face to see, only chipped white paint covering wood.
The stranger sounded confused when he next spoke, and Sirius supposed he couldn’t exactly blame him.
“Um… what the fuck?”
Yeah, that was fair. Still, Sirius had gone to all this effort so far, so he decided he might as well be bold.
“Want me to suck your cock?” He was met by silence. The guy was making no move to approach, wasn’t responding at all. But crucially, he hadn’t left either. So Sirius continued. “You can fuck me too, if you like.”
That spurred them into action, Sirius picked up the faint sound of feet shuffling on the floor. He was pacing, it sounded like. “What… Are you serious?”
Sirius was rather proud of the restraint he had in not making the joke that he made every single time someone asked that of him, biting back a chuckle. “You have no idea. So?”
Another long moment of silence passed, and Sirius began to get restless.
“If it’s a no that’s fine, but could you fuck off and let someone else in?”
The pacing on the other side of the wall picked up a little. Could this guy not just make up his mind? He sure sounded hot but he must be extremely fucking dumb to not be taking the opportunity in front of him. If he wasn’t at least considering it he’d be gone by now, so why wouldn’t he just-
“Fuck it, yeah, okay.”
Sirius barely had a moment to brace himself after the confirmation and open his mouth again before his lips were being pressed apart by a frankly obscene prick. It was so fucking thick that even just the head was stretching his jaw open wide enough that it would ache later, and for a moment he wondered if it would even fit through the hole at all.
For someone who’d been so hesitant for so long, now that his mind had been made up this stranger seemed to have no resolve at all, because the way he fucked himself into the back of Sirius’s throat had him gagging and spluttering, floods of saliva leaking from the stretched corners of his mouth.
And he wasn’t even close to all the way in - couldn’t possibly be, because he couldn’t feel any heat radiating from his body at all. This man had forced himself all the way to the back of Sirius’s throat and there was still enough of him outside it that there was a noticeable distance between them, and Sirius instinctively clenched his thighs together at the thought of how deep it could fuck his arse.
“Merlin the mouth on you, made for this weren’t you.” Sirius keened at the praise, and began eagerly swirling his tongue around as much as he could. “Bet you’re a proper fucking slut, you don’t even care who you’re on your knees for do you?”
Sirius shook his head and gagged violently as the movement allowed the cock to slip impossibly further in. He could barely breathe, his head already starting to fill with a delightful haze.
“Move back a bit, suck me properly.” He couldn’t deny this man a thing, not when he was filling his throat so full, so Sirius complied eagerly. He sucked his way off with a wet pop and practically leapt backwards so that he could watch as more and more of the delicious length could be fed through the hole.
And fuck. Sirius was almost right to have wondered if it would fit because it was a close thing. And the length of it? It put even the biggest of his toys to shame, and Sirius felt his cock hardening impossibly more inside his trousers as his mouth flooded with saliva.
But he’d clearly hesitated too long in his perusal, because it started pulling back.
“No! Don’t go.” Desperately, Sirius reached to curl his fist around the base of it and he marvelled at how his thumb didn’t meet his fingers. Not even close.
Then came an impatient huff. “Get on with it then, slut. Suck me well enough and I might consider letting you fuck yourself on it.”
Merlin. This guy had certainly had something to say about Sirius’s mouth, but his own was a fucking delight. He silently cursed all this man’s previous partners because how dare anyone else have the audacity to let him talk to them like that. He wondered if he was like this all the time, but he doubted it very much. He bet he was usually friendly, only allowing this side of himself to show in the bedroom - or, as the case may be, the bathroom.
Without any further hesitation, Sirius dove in. Taking as much as he possibly could into his mouth as he jerked the remaining length with a matching, fervent pace. He bobbed his head furiously, choking and gagging through his own enthusiasm. And the man? Well, he didn’t stop his commentary for even a moment. Grunting and groaning between each filthy comment, the sounds shooting straight to Sirius’s cock.
“That’s it, fuck your face onto my cock…”
“Taking it like a good slut…”
“Just like that…”
“Merlin, you have a sweet little mouth…”
“You’re gonna let me fuck that sweet little arse too, aren’t you…”
“Fill you up to the brim…”
Sirius couldn’t take it any more, he had to get this prick inside him and soon. His own cock was straining helplessly against his jeans, achingly hard and leaking a wet patch into his boxers, and his hole was practically twitching in anticipation. So he forced his head forwards as far as it would go, allowed his throat to constrict tightly to draw out a stuttered groan from the stranger, then in a single motion he pulled off completely.
“Yes, please. Fuck me… fuck me now… I need it…” He sounded pathetic even to himself, but he couldn’t bring himself to care as he’d already stood to pull down his jeans, then leant forward to prop himself against the wall opposite. He could feel the spit-slick tip grazing against his hole and shivered in anticipation.
“The spell. Please… use the spell.”
The man barked out a laugh, and for a moment Sirius began to question whether he’d said the wrong thing.
“Aww, the little slut came here to be fucked and didn’t even prep himself? Pathetic.” Sirius was almost scared he’d refuse, that he’d try without or worse, leave. But then he heard the sound of wood tapping against wood, and he felt it take effect.
And this. This was why fucking muggles was nothing in comparison to fucking wizards. Because this spell was something… indescribable. There was nothing - not one single thing - that felt as good as the feeling when someone else's magic brushed against you, inside you, stretching you from the inside out to mould and reshape your insides to the exact stretch you’d need to take them. Fingers and toys could stretch you too far, or not enough, but this fucking blessing of a spell was contoured to the caster - to their size. It meant that the burn would always be just right, the fleeting discomfort at the beginning entirely avoided.
The intensity of the wave of magic passing through him almost bowled him over, and when he felt the flood as the man conjured up lube inside him he did stumble, grateful for the wall to brace himself against.
“Come on then, slut. What’re you waiting for?”
Sirius didn’t need to be told twice, he reached one hand back between his legs to steady the cock and in one smooth glide, he used the leverage of the hand still braced against the stall to push. The spell had done its job, there was no question about that, but it still felt fucking huge as he slowly slid backwards, panting heavily as the tip slid past his prostate and carried on. It seemed to go on forever, he swore he could feel it in his throat again by the time his cheeks met cool wood and he stilled to catch his breath.
He’d never been this full in his life, and he was pretty sure he never would be again. Everything about this cock was perfect, and as he took a second to just luxuriate in the feeling of being so exquisitely stretched, he thanked his lucky stars that this specific stranger had wandered into the loos after him.
“What’re you waiting for?” He tried for a teasing tone, but his heavy breathing was probably giving him away somewhat. Still, he didn’t much care, not when he was being split open so nicely. “I said you could fuck me if you wanted.”
That was all it took, apparently, because Sirius found himself scrambling to press both hands against the wall to steady himself as the stranger set a brutal pace from the outset. Sirius was moaning loudly at the onslaught, as every frantic roll drove a blinding pressure against his prostate.
“This good enough for you, slut?” And it was, oh it fucking was, but Sirius was a contratian at heart and he quite literally couldn’t help himself, not when it had been so long and it was so good.
“Ngh.. No… fuck me harder.”
And somehow, miraculously, he did. If Sirius had thought it was brutal before - and he had thought that - it was something entirely else now. Any semblance of rhythm was gone as the man rutted into him fiercely, the wall between them shaking as his hips drove into it again and again and again.
“Like this? Merlin you’re fuckin’... fuckin’ perfect. You’re just meant to be filled up like this aren’t you?”
Sirius reached for his own cock, gripping tightly as he attempted to match the pace of the relentless pounding into his hole. He was reaching his boiling point - every thrust driving him higher and higher and setting the coiling in his gut alight. He could barely even hear the filth that was still tumbling out of the stranger's mouth - not over the rapid thrumming of his heartbeat in his ears and his own ecstatic moans. It was too good, too fucking much, and it was taking every scrap of his barely held onto control to keep himself from plummeting.
“You gonna cum for me? Is the pathetic little slut gonna cum all over my cock?”
The pace was faltering now, the man clearly almost as close as he was, and it was fucking exhilarating, the idea that they might finish together. That was rare, something he never got to experience with a stranger. But the cock was perfect and it was pressing against him so beautifully, so when he pushed in impossibly deeper and his hips stilled with a grunt and a pulse of heat, Sirius let go.
The rush spread through him fast and hard as all the tension that he didn’t even realise he was carrying released all at once, pleasure coursing through his veins as he spilled into his fist, his own release shooting to cover the wall. He watched through half-lidded eyes as it began dripping down onto the floor below.
He remained in position for a long moment, needing to take some time to catch his breath and gather his senses. But he couldn’t stay like this forever, so eventually he steeled himself to lean forwards, wincing slightly as the softening cock slipped out of him and his thighs were coated with the mix of cum and lube that followed. On shaking legs he stood fully, tentatively shuffling his feet so that he could sit on the toilet and rest.
That was what he’d needed, and it had been better than he’d ever imagined it would be. Nobody who knew who he was would have ruined him like that, the lack of care and the name calling had all been so perfect in the moment but he knew with a certainty that he could never reveal himself. He didn’t want to see the look of abject fear in their eyes when they realised just who it was that they’d used.
“Thanks… that was, uh…” The voice was a little distant, as if the other man had also moved to sit down. That was fair, he’d put in a lot of effort. “Really fucking great, actually. So yeah…”
“You’re welcome.” Sirius yawned into his fist, exhaustion just beginning to take over. “You, too. Thanks.”
The man chuckled softly. “Don’t mention it. So…”
“D’you mind cleaning me up? I think you fucked the magic out of me.” He put on the most teasing tone he could, but he didn’t actually think he was joking. If he shot off a cleaning spell now, it would either not work or be so overpowered he might evanesco himself out of existence.
“Right, of course.” He heard the scrape of wood on tile floor, and felt it again. The magic washing over him, inside him. He’d not only sent a cleaning charm, but he’d healed him too. The ache all but gone, just the very edges of it remaining as a reminder. It was so soothing, familiar in a way that he couldn’t put his finger on, and not for the first time he seriously regretted the family name he carried. He’d quite like to feel that again, one day.
“I’m gonna… I should go. My friends are… yeah. Give me a head start? I assume you don’t wanna…?” The question at the end broke Sirius’s heart just a little. How he wished he could say ‘Yes, actually. I do want to know who you are so you can fuck me like that again.’
But he couldn’t, knowing who he was would ruin it and this way he could at least hold on to the memory. So he responded the only way he could.
“Yeah, you should go. Have a good rest of your night.”
At that, the man laughed again. “Yeah, because it’s gonna get better than that.” He heard the tell-tale sound of a pair of jeans being pulled up, the clinking of a belt as it was fastened, and the harsh metallic slide of the catch to the door. “Thanks, again.”
Then he left. The door swinging open, then closed, leaving Sirius alone with his thoughts. He wouldn’t allow this to hurt him - he’d intended to get a good fuck and it was exactly what he’d got, and sure he’d never fuck this particular cock again but now that he knew this whole scenario was a possibility? He’d absolutely be trying again, next time the bored horniness got too much. He’d had an excellent time, after all.
Eventually, he had to leave. So once the shaking in his legs stopped and he was happy that he could walk without a limp - that healing spell had really worked wonders - he redressed and took up his own wand to dismantle the charms he’d set in place. Satisfied that he’d left the place as he’d found it, he too left the bathroom and picked his way through the bar to return to the table that he’d left what seemed like forever ago.
At his approach, James stood and gestured wildly for him to rejoin them, and Sirius plastered a wide smile on his face as he bounded towards the group.
“Sorry lads, got caught by some of the guys from work.” A lie, but he’d always been good at that. He couldn’t have anyone suspecting where he’d really been. “What’d I miss?”
“Not much,” Peter said, as he shuffled along the booth to make space. “Prongs was just about to tell us something though, he was waiting for you to get back.”
“Yes, Pads, about bloody time.” James’s face lit up, his face breaking into a wide grin as he prepared to launch into a story. Sirius loved it whenever James had a tale to tell - he always got so into it, all wild gestures and flailing arms. It was a sight to see, and he was glad he hadn’t missed it. He raised his glass to his lips, taking a large sip - his throat was still a bit sore - as James began to speak.
“So, lads, you’re never going to believe what just happened to me in the bathroom.”
Sirius choked on his drink, beer dripping out of his mouth and onto his shirt as he coughed and spluttered helplessly.
“You alright mate?” Peter whacked his back, his voice concerned. “Go down the wrong hole?”
“Yeah,” Sirius said, glad that his choking fit could explain away the bright red flush that he could feel spreading on his face. “Something like that.”