Harry Potter

“I’m glad you had a good time,” Harry said with a smile, and he nodded, standing up as well. “It was nice spending some of the evening with you,” he told him. “Definitely see you around.”

“Yeah, sometimes the funny Halloween movies are just what the doctor’s called for!” Harry agreed, nodding along the list of everything the Mandalorian had done. “That’s a lot!” he said. “I bobbed for some apples and tried out a lot of the different food, but I’ve mostly just been hanging out with people and enjoying all of the costumes. What was your favorite part?”

Harry looked at the apple in his hand and took another bite of it as he shoved his wand back away. Hopefully he wouldn’t need to do that again tonight. “It’s delicious,” he said. “I think it’s even better since I know where it came from.”

“Nah,” Harry said with a shake of his head. “It’s mostly a comedy, even if there are a couple of scary moments thrown in. I think it’s even rated PG. What all have you been up to?”

Harry shook his head and frowned, pulling his wand from the pocket of his robes. “I shouldn’t have said anything,” he said quietly. “I just thought since you’re a vampire, you might already know, but--” He sighed. “Dementors are these creatures that suck happiness away from wherever they go, and they can literally kiss your soul out of you. A fate worse than death. And I’m sorry, but that’s not something you can remember.” He lifted his wand and aimed it toward the vampire before doing a complicated flick with it. “Obliviate!”

“Better than butterbeer, too, I bet,” Harry said with a grin, but he shook his head and got onto his knees in front of Wonka. He put his hands on Wonka’s hips and licked his lips as he looked up at him. “I meant it when I said I wanted to return the favor.”

“Demons?” Harry asked, turning his head sharply to look at the vampire. “What are you talking about? I know about dementors, but not demons... You mean there are actual demons out there to worry about?!”

Harry took a bite from his half of the apple and grinned. “It tastes better when you work for it, huh?” he asked with a grin. “Halloween’s definitely a lot of fun. It’s all about the candy when you’re little, but the costumes are so much fun, too.”

Harry grinned. “Awesome,” he said, settling in with his legs crossed on the seat beneath him, rather than down on the floor like most people. “I haven’t seen this movie in ages. It should be fun. Have you had a good time so far?”

“I’ve done some of it. Bobbed for apples a few times, but mostly just... danced and had fun,” Harry said with a shrug. He continued massaging the foot in his hand as he talked, and as he finished with the first one, he bent forward and placed a kiss to the ball of the foot. He then shifted so that he could start working over the other foot, doing his best to take the ache away. “Is there anything you’ve wanted to do tonight that you haven’t gotten to yet?” he asked. “Other than finding Buttercup, I mean.”

Harry moaned out his pleasure wordlessly as Wonka upped his game further. He’d been so turned on with all of the costumes all evening, and he was excited to get the opportunity to release a bit of that arousal. “I’m close,” he panted out in warning, but he didn’t last much longer before he began to tumble over that wonderful edge.

“I do insist,” Harry said as he carefully removed the pirate’s boots, setting them side-by-side on the floor at his feet. “That’s very good advice, too.” He started with just one foot, digging his thumbs into the sole and rubbing in circles, doing his best to relieve some of the pressure he had from being on his feet for so long. “Anywhere in particular you want me to get?” he asked.

“Oh!” Harry exclaimed as Wonka’s mouth closed over him. He let his head fall back against the wall, thoroughly enjoying the feel of someone’s mouth actually being on him for once. “Oh, you’re good at this,” he moaned. “Please, oh-- keep going. So good.”

“Oh, I’ve been having a lot of fun,” Harry said, thinking about some of his encounters so far. “I’m no Buttercup, but I could help you out with those sore feet of yours, if you wanted?” he offered.

Harry wouldn’t have minded if anyone saw them, but he never knew how much of an exhibitionist other people might be. He pushed his robes behind him and leaned back against the wall as he undid his fly. “I get to return the favor after this, right? I’d think having Harry Potter’s mouth on you would be a pretty good story, too.”

Harry’s eyes widened at how strong the other man must be if he was able to separate an apple into two like that. He slid onto the bench next to him, not leaving any space between their bodies. “It’s been fun,” he said. “I love all of the costumes. What about you?”

Harry grinned and held out a hand for a shake. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Roberts,” he said as he settled into his seat. “Have you been having a good time with all of this?”