Top Harry Drabble: Harry/Raymond Smith(The Gentlemen)

Chapter Summary: In which Harry has dealings with a drug lord and his right hand man.

AN: Continuing the Charlie Hunnam binge watching and writing.

"Darling, there's a body in the bathroom!" Harry yelled as he flushed the toilet, washed his hands and walked out, smelling the oh so delicious scents coming from the kitchen.

"Oh I know," Ray offered distractedly, not even turning his back from whatever he was chopping and cooking for dinner. "I put him there."

Harry's lips twitched up in a small, bemused grin as he walked over to sit on one of the stools to watch. "I figured. I didn't put him there besides. You need help with it?"

"Nope," Ray answered, popping the 'p', and throwing the vegetables he had chopped right into the pan on the stove, turning up the heat. The sizzle of heat and oil filled the kitchen and Harry sighed in content, half turning to look out into the big yard that was very much visible through the floor to ceiling windows behind them. "I'll let you know if I do though."

Ray's home was big and airy, windows showing off the gorgeous yard that surrounded the rather mansion like place. It was the complete opposite of the homes in which either of them had grown up in and it had so much space that Harry never felt crowded in, never felt too… small.

Crickets chirped outside in the dark and Harry could see the barbecue that doubled as a table outside, idly wondering if using it tonight was in Ray's plans. It was comfortably warm outside, in the middle of summer in England, and not even the slightest bit humid, which Harry enjoyed greatly.

The man could cook and cook well and… admittedly, that was half of what had enticed Harry to date the guy in the first place. The fact that Ray worked for a drug lord… hadn't even entered into Harry's mind. Harry had in fact been Mickey's gateway into the wizarding world. It had been an interesting evening that night, introducing Mickey Pearson to a few of the old stuck up lords in wizarding England. Interesting and amusing to know that Mickey's drugs enticed even wizards and witches.

Ray turned around finally, keeping the knife in his hand idly before wiping it off with a cloth. "I'm making a stir fry, if that's okay with you."

"Why wouldn't it be?" Harry asked, lifting an eyebrow as he looked his boyfriend over. There was not a hair out of place on Ray, no visible evidence of what he did for Mickey. Except in the various places in his home where he had hidden guns. Harry had of course warded the place the week after he had told Ray about the wizarding world but Ray insisted on keeping the guns in place. "I might just be dating you for your cooking."

"Oh?"

"Either that or the way you look on your knees," Harry added lazily, feeling his stomach growl as the scent of meat and vegetables filled the air. The heat on the stove was on a simmer, not at its highest but not at its lowest setting, the blue flames dancing around the burner.

Ray swallowed and then half of his mouth tipped up in a smile, his face coloring. Harry smiled at the way the faint red took up most of Ray's face, at least the skin that wasn't covered by hair. Ray's beard was always immaculately groomed, his blond hair freshly wet from a shower. "I look that good?"

Harry smirked slightly, gesturing to all of the other man. "Yes, you do, Ray. And you're so good at it too."

A raw sound left Ray's throat and he shook his head slowly. "Harry. I need to focus on dinner."

"Of course. Wouldn't want you getting distracted," Harry offered smugly, seeing the way that Ray's cock was now outlined in his jeans, making a different kind of heat fill him at the sight. Harry laid his hands down on the counter and pillowed his head on them. "So… wanna play who had the most exciting day?"

Ray snorted and turned back around to stir the food, adding a little bit of herbs and spices, moving the pan around.

"Dinner was delicious," Harry remarked, standing up and bringing his plate over to the sink, before walking over to tiptoe into Ray's space. He leaned his chin on the man's shoulder as he pressed into him, feeling Ray shudder against him.

"Someone might think you were tryin' to seduce me," Ray muttered, putting down the pan he was holding to the counter.

"I am. Thanks for noticing," Harry whispered, digging his fingers into Ray's hips as he rubbed his hard cock against the man's ass. Ray froze and then shuddered, arching into him, groaning loudly as Harry thrust absently against him. "You know I could have used magic to do the dishes and you cooked, Ray. I was going to do them."

Ray turned around then and pushed Harry back, a determined look on his face. Determined and hot and Harry grinned, curling his fingers into Ray's shirt and tugging him over to the couch.

"Rather do you," Ray offered, his voice lowering a few notches, going rough with desire. His pupils were blown as he licked his lips, his eyes falling to Harry's cock, where it stood out beneath those jeans of his. His breath hitched in his chest as he felt color fill his cheeks. "Can I suck you off?"

Harry looked at him, blinked once, twice and then swore, his pupils dilating. His knees buckled and Ray watched as Harry nearly fell down onto the couch, his cock hardening and tenting those pants. His mouth watered and he saw Harry eye his throat, heat lacing his gaze. "Hell yeah. Come here. Love it when you talk dirty."

Ray groaned as he watched Harry untie his shoes and throw them off somewhere to the side. The jeans were pushed down next and underwear was shoved off a second later, revealing Harry's large cock, thick and uncut and entirely what Ray wanted in his mouth right the fuck now.

Harry reached out a hand and curled it around Ray's neck, bringing him in, a little nudge and a shove here and there brought him to his knees. Another light squeeze sent heat dancing through his body, making him shiver with it, as he balanced on his knees, fully clothed, his cock hard at the touches. "Such a good boy for me. Go on."

Harry's fingernails scratched at his neck, stroking little motions into his skin that Ray knew were the runes that Harry could do. Just the designs of them, no magic, and it made him moan, as he knelt down and licked at the cock in front of him, licking at the head, the tip of it. He heard Harry groan, felt him shudder, felt his fingers tighten around his neck, sending pulses of heat through him.

The sight of Harry defending them both without words, drawing runes in the air, fast and confidently made him hot, made his world dwindle to the cock in his mouth. His cock hardened even more as Harry ran fingers through his hair, pushing him down a little bit, and Ray swallowed him down, gagging a little before taking a breath through his nose, relaxing around Harry's cock.

"So good," Harry murmured, keeping his eyes on the man at his feet. Ray looked utterly gorgeous on his knees. Harry hadn't been joking when he had told him that. He tightened his grip on Ray's neck as the man licked at him, swallowing around him, shuddering when Ray did something with his tongue, swirling it around the tip of him. "Fuck. You should see yourself, Raymond. You're not even touching yourself."

Ray moaned at the words and even brought his arms behind his back, tucking them against himself. Harry swallowed and lazily thrust into that warm mouth, wanting to see if Ray would take him even deeper. Ray didn't even make a noise of complaint, instead taking Harry down to the root, his beard rubbing against skin and sending shivers of heat up Harry's body. Heat combined with pleasure as Ray moved around him, eager and hot and wet. His blue eyes were locked on Harry, blown with pleasure, even as Harry fucked his mouth.

He could see Ray's hard cock, see the goosebumps that rolled over the man's skin from his neck down. Harry shuddered again then let out a hum of consideration, his voice breathy and almost unrecognizable even to him. He reached out, keeping one hand on Ray's neck, and pushed down Ray's slacks, feeling the soft fabric run against his fingers. Ray's skin was heated against his hand and the man froze a little bit before licking at him, bringing him even further down to that edge.

"You want something in your ass?" Harry muttered, his breathing hitching as Ray tried to burrow into him, making those breathy, fucking filthy noises, sloppy, wet and hot. And if Harry didn't really know the man… Didn't know those noises were ones that Ray usually made when he was utterly lost to pleasure, he'd have pulled back immediately. As it was, both of them did have safewords or gestures. "Holy shit, you look so good. Ray. You feel fucking wonderful."

Ray moaned around him and curled one of his hands around Harry's, squeezing. Harry grinned and muttered, keeping his voice quiet idly, stroking through those pretty blond strands, gentling Ray enough that his blue eyes cleared up a little, pulling off from Harry's cock entirely. He caught the vibe as it raced into the room and pulled Ray up onto his lap, one hand bracing at his back, another circling his ass.

He muttered another word and felt two of his fingers get wet before dipping them into that circle of muscle. Ray shuddered and bucked and arched, baring his throat, baring more of that pale skin that was unmarked. Heat grew in the pit of his stomach, at the base of his spine, at the sight of the man on his lap, rocking against him. Ray thrust half-heartedly, wanting friction but…

"Hold on, babe," Harry muttered, opening Ray up quick and dirty, swiping his fingers through warm flesh. Ray's eyes closed and his mouth opened once, twice, before he bucked again, as Harry hit that little bundle of nerves, hitting his prostate hard. Ray whined and sank down onto Harry's fingers, rubbing himself against that delightful sensation.

Harry groaned as he stretched Ray out, holding him on his lap as the man swayed. Another second or two and Harry pulled his fingers out, made sure the vibe was wet enough and grabbed it out of the air where it hovered. "Okay, okay, come here."

The kiss was sloppy and wet and hot and like coming home as Harry tugged him into it, sliding the vibe home as Ray shook against him.

"Fuck. Harry," Ray whined, swaying on his lap, fully hard and aching, gorgeous. His voice was rough, full of sin and pleasure at the same time, and Harry smirked, licking into Ray's mouth, enjoying the heat radiating off the man. Ray panted against him, heaving breaths, as the vibe slid deeper into his ass, plugging him up. Those fingers that confidently, easily wielded a gun dug into Harry's thighs, leaving marks, red lines of heated pleasure.

"There you go," Harry whispered, reaching into trail a line of kisses up Ray's still bared throat, rocking against him. "Good boy, taking me this easily. What do you want now?"

"Your cock," Ray spoke roughly, arching again, shuddering as Harry magically controlled the vibe, twitching. Harry sucked a mark into the crook of Ray's neck before guiding the man back down again, making the vibe slip in a little deeper, almost hitting Ray's prostate again. He whined with it as pleasure made him shake, tremble with the need to come. He was holding himself in just barely, going lightheaded with it, with need. "In...Fuck."

"Shhh. I've got you, Ray," Harry whispered, curling his fingers into his hips, holding him in place, anchoring him. "I've got you. Just… Shit."

Ray swallowed him down without any warning, tracing his teeth over the tip of his cock lightly, swirling his tongue through the pre-come. Taking him deeper until he was down to the root and felt Harry tense, felt the cock in his mouth pulse, before Harry was coming. And almost at the same time, the vibe in his ass twitched on and drummed into him, pulsing with the movement. Ray froze before coming, pleasure shooting through him, his vision greying out.

He swallowed around Harry, his heart rabbiting in his chest, panting. Heat echoed through him as he dug his fingers into Harry's thighs, his toes curling in his boots. Harry's grip tightened in his hair before easing, gently pulling him off and into a tight hug, curling warm arms around him. The vibe stayed in him but turned off, his muscles clenching around it, flexing as he slumped deeper into Harry's chest. He could feel sweat drip onto him from Harry, feel his own back slick with sweat.

"That was…" Harry trailed off, his voice rough, heated. "That was hot. Thank you, Ray."

Ray didn't say anything yet, his cock falling limp against his legs, slowly catching his breath.

Harry flicked his forehead idly, pressing a light kiss to his nose. Ray snorted and finally peered up into Harry's eyes, meeting those green eyes that were full of pleasure.

"Next time you want to suck me off and have something in your ass, we could call Mickey," Harry offered, shrugging at Ray's look. "I've seen the way you look at him."

"He…" Ray paused, tilting his head in thought. "I don't want to burden him or Rosalind. You knew… what you were getting into when we started hooking up."

"Ray. Raymond… He calls you his right hand man," Harry argued, reaching out to cup his cheek. The vibe twitched in his ass, sending sparks… tingles of pleasure through his nerves. Ray sucked in a breath, closing his eyes for a second before reopening them. Harry smirked at him like he knew what he was doing to him, rubbing his thumb through Ray's beard. "He looks at you like you're something precious to him. And Rosalind… does the same."

Ray shuddered and turned away. Harry let him, letting him process those words. They sat in companionable silence for a minute, for two, before Ray turned to look back into those green eyes.

"How do you know?"

Harry just gave him a pointed look. "I do business with Mickey Pearson. You know that first meeting? You were looking over business papers or some such thing and Mickey was just sitting there drinking his tea. Idly like you two were plotting world domination."

"We aren't."

"You know… if Mickey put his mind to it, I'd not bet against him," Harry commented, glancing at a far away point, memories flashing through his mind. "Hell, I'd even vote for him."

"That's not how world domination works," Ray argued, twitching and rocking as the vibe pulsed on and off. His cock struggled to harden again, sparks of pleasure floating through him, his blood going full tilt south.

"That's not the point. Ray… It's only a thought," Harry muttered, a little hint of amusement flooding his voice. He was about to say something else when they both heard a tiny little chiming noise.

Ray stiffened before swearing. Harry immediately reached around him and slowly pulled the plug out of his ass, making Ray shiver against him. Come and lube dripped out of him before Harry whispered another word or two, vanishing the sweat and the other evidence of their fun.

"Expecting anyone?" Harry whispered, as he helped Ray stand up, got them both fixed up as Ray was searching for the nearest gun.

"No."

Jeans were pulled back on, shoes thrown on and Ray grabbed the gun that was pillowed underneath the couch, standing up and walking out to the hallway. Harry followed him, the elder wand slipping itself into his left palm, and directed him to where that point of light popped up in his mind.

They kept their steps light and quiet as they walked over to the back door, taking both sides of it. Ray put a finger to his mouth and signaled with his hands, pointing at the door and then counting down from five. Harry nodded, slipped the elder wand into a pocket, and waited until Ray was down to one, pulling the door open.

The quiet shots that followed made something twist and curl viciously in Harry's stomach. Ray put another bullet in the man behind them, swerving around to shoot another in the knee. Harry hummed in grim satisfaction before raising a finger, sending ropes shooting out of his palm. They wrapped and curled around the unfamiliar man on the floor as blood pooled out from the bullet wound.

Ray tapped him on the shoulder and Harry nodded. "I don't feel anyone else."

"Handle this?" Ray asked, already pulling out his phone, having tucked his gun away. "I need to call the boss. Make sure he's okay."

"Yeah. Go ahead. I'll keep him alive," Harry muttered, bending down over the guy on the floor. The guy was unfamiliar, all dark hair and brown eyes, dressed in black. Not a hint of magic to him but that wasn't surprising. "So… you picked the wrong time to break in."