"I suppose I should never make any assumptions about you, Nott. You're a right tricky fuck at times. No judgment, of course; it's not as if you're shagging a muggle." He cringed at the thought, still shifting and trying to ease the ache in his cock. Fucking hell, one morning without a wank and I'm a quick trigger. I shouldn't have worn these blasted fitted trousers.

"Mm.. well, I'm a fit young wizard. It's only natural." Graham nodded, finishing off the bottle of firewhisky. Not five seconds after he poured the remainder of the alcohol into his glass, the waitress was at his side with a new one. "Ah, excellent service."