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The Black Sheep Bar	By : OnYourTongueLikePixieDust Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 1864 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The Black Sheep Bar
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It was the last Thursday of the month and Harry was going out.
Stepping out of his front door in a long cloak that covered him from neck to toe he called out a good bye to Ginny. She knew not to expect him back until the morning but as far as she knew he had taken the late night shift at work. She never knew where he was actually going and that was the way he wanted to keep it. Once on the pavement he quickly apparated away.
It was 9pm when he appeared in a narrow alleyway in Surrey Street. He had to be careful as Croydon was always buzzing at this time of night, even on a Thursday. The night life here was electric and no matter what you were cater you could find something to cater to your needs. He knew this place well though and had set up a Concealment charm half way down the alley way in a little indent so that he knew nobody would see him when he suddenly materialised. Before stepping out of his hiding place Harry quickly transfigured his glasses into an elaborate half face mask. It was black silk outlines with black sequins and short black feathers erupting from the top. He draw a black head band out of his cloak pocket and put it on instantly giving himself little devil horns. Lastly he transfigured his cloak into black iridescent feathered wings, completing the outfit hidden beneath.
Slowly he made his way up Surrey Street past the empty shops until he located the row of pubs, clubs and bars. He did not worry about hiding his appearance from the muggles passing by, this was Croydon after all and a man dressed in a leather boddice and thigh length skirt with wings that stretched from the floor to half a foot above his head was by no means the strangest thing they would have seen. Harry looked down at himself and grinned. Nobody in the wizarding world would ever think to look for him here and would immediately dismiss the notion that he would ever wear something so brazen.
The walk was not long and he quickly noticed the short queue outside his destination. He knew that he could use magic to get himself in quicker and past the security measures, but this was a muggle bar and he did not want to draw attention to himself unnecessarily. So a few years ago he had decided to get a muggle driving licence under the name of Harry Smith and become a legitimate member of The Black Sheep Bar. He came here quite frequently and had even begun to get on well with the staff who had started to recognize him and his extravagant outfits.
“Hey Harry, looking good tonight.” A bouncer called out to him as he joined the back of the line.
The line moved quickly and within 5 minutes he was enveloped in the small dark space. The music on Fetish Night was always full of a mix of heady music to get lost in but mostly rock, metal and emo. The bass deep enough that you could feel it rather than hear it with fast beats to keep you dancing and moving. He sidled through the space, still a little empty but it would fill up through the night and into the morning, and made his way to the bar. He ordered a snakebite & black and a sperm shot to start the night off with. The vanilla cream-liqueur was the perfect first drink and the novelty bottle made it a must try.
He knew he stood out with how tall he was in the knee high leather platform boots but he did not care. This would never make it into the Daily Profit or back to his wife and so he let himself go. He would use a sobering charm before heading home. This was his place, his crowd and he finally felt like he belonged. Nobody would call him a freak here because The Black Sheep Bar was a place for anyone who thought of themselves as other in the muggle world.
Walking deeper into the room and away from the bar it got darker and the music swallowed him up. He started to dance as Granny Sheep gave him a wink, twirling her whip. The place was starting to fill up and the bodies were getting more tightly packed in. the music was heavy and the air was hot with a strong smell of sweat and sex in the air. There were a lot of dark shadows and corners in the irregularly shaped space and if you were quick and discreet enough you could get up to whatever you wanted. Harry wanted.
There was no way that Harry would be leaving here tonight without some action and he would take whatever action he could get/ Last time he had only gotten a hand job while he slid his fingers inside some anonymous girl. It had been pleasurable, but he was looking for more tonight and had come prepared. Under his skirt he was only wearing a posing pouch so his arse was completely bare and an open invitation. The music seemed to get louder as the night progressed until he felt a slender hand caressing his inner thigh from behind. Liking the soft caress and wanting to encourage more of it Harry bent his knees and pushed his pert arse backwards making contact with someone. The hand obliged and travelled upwards further, rubbing between his legs a bit more roughly. This was definitely going where he wanted and he turned around to get a look at his potential lover.
The guy was tall and slight, but only came up to Harry’s nose because of the heels he was wearing. He had blonde hair and wore an outfit completely in white. He looked like an Angel a white blazer over a white shirt with most of the buttons left undone and a lot of skin on show. He looked down to see that the mystery guy was wearing tight white hotpants and white fishnets. When Harry’s eyes finally made it down to his feet he saw that the man was wearing almost feminine white platform shoes with a killer stiletto heel. This man was no Angel, he was a goddess in white.
The Ivory to his Ebony. The light to his dark.
Looking back up to his face he noticed the intricate mask that covered the top half of his face and the full red lips pulled sideways into a smirk. Those lips looked sinful and coloured a deep red, ready to be kissed. Harry leant forwards and pressed his lips to the other man, biting down on his lower lip until they parted and he could quickly sweep his tongue inside. They stood like that only for a moment more before they stepped into each other, their bodies pressed tightly together and they continued to move to the beat.
Hands snaked out caressing flesh and pacing over clothing. Harry wanted to rip the other man’s clothes off but held himself back, they were in a public place after all and you had to be subtle about these things. By the time Harry’s hand came round to the front of the other man’s shorts he could feel the desire that was evident. There was no possible place to hide in in such short shorts. Harry moaned into the other man’s mouth as he felt a hand cupping his stiffening cock while the other was making its way around Harry’s arse cheek and slowly towards his opening, pinching and squeezing as it went. This guy was good.
One finger finally found the tight ring of muscle at his rear and pressed down firmly eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Harry. The other man looked deep into his eyes asking permission the only way that he could in such a loud space. Harry nodded to let him know that it was ok and turned around to give him better access. The finger returned a pressed a bit more firmly, but this time it felt wet and cold. It took Harry a moment to realise that the man must have put some kind of lubricant into his hand but he had no idea where he had got it from, there had been no bulges in his outfit apart from the obvious one.
All thoughts of where the lubricant had come from left Harry’s mind when that finger penetrated his arse and began to move further in before retreating. The stretching felt good and it did not take him long to become accustomed to it. He nodded again to let the other man know he was fine and a second finger joined the first. They slowly moved in and out of his back passage before the man started using a scissoring action to spread his hole wider. All of a sudden the fingers shifted and one of them brushed against his prostate. The pleasure was divine and banished all thoughts of discomfort. A third finger soon followed and his glad was brushed a few more times causing Harry to grind back into the hand of tonight’s partner.
Suddenly the fingers here quickly withdrawn and Harry whimpered with the empty feeling. Two hands came to rest of his hips to guide him backwards so he spread his legs a bit further and presented his rear wantonly. He felt the man behind him vibrating and he was not sure if it was humour or desire but he did not care as long as he stuck something in his empty hole and fast.
The man did not disappoint and soon the head of his cock was poking at the stretched out ring of muscle between his cheeks. Nodding quickly in permission Harry braced himself for the penetration. It came quickly the cock being pushed straight in all the way to the hilt in one fluid motion. Harry put one hand out reflexively onto the pillar in front of him, glad that he had been in the right place for fear he may have toppled over. The man behind him holding still for a moment to allow Harry to adjust. The man’s cock felt huge in Harry’s arse but he knew he could take it. Harry ground his hips backwards into the man behind him, silently pleading for the man to start moving, a gasp escaping his mouth when the man obliged.
The strokes started out slow and deep, in and out of Harry’s tight hole, but when the man shifted up a gear and changed his position ever so slightly the stiff cock invading him began to stab relentlessly against his sensitive gland sending waves of pleasure through him. As soon as they had established a faster and firmer pace Harry felt one of the hands leave his hip and come round to grasp his bulging posing pouch. The hand made swift work of pulling his leaking cock free from the small amount of fabric and began fisting it in time to the strokes.
Although he was aware of the crowd around them and bumping up against the rutting pair, the world fell away in that moment and all Harry could feel was the pleasure building in his stomach. There would not be long left before Harry came, he wanted to prolong the moment but knew that with the skilled ministrations of his lover that that would not be possible. Harry felt his balls begin to clench and knew what was coming. He desperately reached round behind him to urge the man to move faster, to bring him to a bigger orgasm and he did not disappoint, pounding into Harry’s arse with punishing slaps of hips against arse cheeks.
Harry exploded, cum shooting out all over the other man’s hand and felt his anal muscles tighten around the cock inside him. The fingers still gripping his hip bit in deeper as he felt warmth filling his back passage. They stood like that for a moment panting before the softening member was pulled from inside him and the man tucked his own now flaccid appendage back into his posing pouch. Warm hands turned him around just in time to see the other man licking Harry’s cum from his fingers. Eyes wide he watched as the hand was cleaned before grabbing Harry’s neck and dragging his face to the blonde’s for a punishing kiss. Tongues warred with each other as the taste of Harry was passed between them. Harry was just thinking that maybe they could move this somewhere else as he felt his cock start to grow hard again when the man broke off the kiss to start biting at the sensitive area below Harry’s right ear. All thought left him and his eyes rolled back. This Angel was clearly a Devil and he wanted all that he could get of him.
Warm breath blew against the now bruised skin on Harry’s neck and all sound seemed to drain out of the room leaving just the sound of breathing in his hear.
“See you next month, Potter”
Harry’s eyes flew open looking straight into the eyes of his mystery lover. Nobody here knew his real name. As the man walked away he stopped and turned and for the first time Harry saw the colour of his eyes. Silver grey eyes with platinum blonde hair.
“Malfoy”
Harry’s monthly visits to The Black Sheep Bar just became all the more enjoyable, but there was no way he was going to let Malfoy think that he bottomed too willingly.
Next time Harry would be in charge.
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