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Neighbourhood Whore	By : Sabb402 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 195019 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 17
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Disclaimer: I don’t own anything and I’m not making any money from this.
Warnings: sex, bit of overstimulation.
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He shifted a little as he awakened, coming to with Mr Holmes petting his hair lightly and a mess of sticky white stuff on his tights. He didn’t think too much time had passed, but he felt terribly relaxed, his body limp.
The man observed as Harry blinked awake and didn’t even pause at the mess of come he had left on the boy’s upper thighs as he gave himself over to pleasure. The child had looked so precious and sweet he couldn’t have helped taking himself in hand, gripping his cock with the same fingers that had been in Harry’s little hole as the boy came untouched for the first time. With such an image, just a few strokes were enough for him to climax as well. The boy arose just in time for the come to have started to dry.
Regardless of Mr Holmes’s somewhat selfish wish to keep the boy filthy and languid on his bed, where he could reach over and satisfy himself as he pleased, time passed and he had to feed his little neighbour if he wanted the boy to be of any use. So, as had become their habit after particularly intense encounters, they cleaned up together and settled in the kitchen for a drink and a snack to restore bodily fluids.
They sat at the table in a mockery of property, Mr Holmes with his wrinkled trousers worn without a belt and a mostly open shirt, the sleeves rolled up as he took his tea placidly, while Harry drank orange juice in colourful boxer briefs and a comfy t-shirt, both of which Mr Holmes had gotten him as a gift.
And speaking of gifts...
“Just two more days.” The man spoke as he picked at a scone.
Harry had to think about it for a few seconds, blinking owlishly over his glass of juice before he remembered, and looking terribly cute with a pensive pout and powdered sugar left over from a sweet treat on his red lips.
When he figured it out he smiled and ducked his head a little. He wasn’t used to having anyone wait for his birthday with as much if not more expectation than him. Already the man’s regard meant the world to him.
That was probably why he hadn’t expected anything to come from Mr Holmes’s comment and was therefore surprised by the events of the following day.
Apparently, not having to see Harry half as much as they used to left the Dursleys in a much more pleasant mood, which kindled in Harry a sort of cautious optimism and made him even happier to leave number 4 and go to Mr Holmes’s.
The boy was almost used to being warmly greeted at the door, but being picked up and treated so nicely still sent a little thrill down his spine. It was even better than at the beginning because after two months he could almost allow himself to believe that this could be his new normal.
Of course, Mr Holmes was always careful to lock the front door before embracing the neighbours’ kid, he wouldn’t want rumours to fly, after all. For that same reason he planned which curtains to close each time - it couldn’t be all of them, as that would be immediately suspicious and he had no intention of attracting the wrong kind of regard from his nosy neighbours.
He beelined right for the sofa, not wasting time to settle Harry on his lap. He then reached over to the coffee table beside the couch and took a brightly wrapped present that he handed to the boy with a satisfied smile. Harry hesitated for the longest time before taking it, almost refusing.
“Go on, open it.” It was not that Harry wanted to complain, nor was he ungrateful in any way, but… his birthday would be the next day and surely he would visit again on Friday, wouldn’t he? It had been their routine for almost the whole summer… He bit his tongue, hesitating again. He was at Mr Holmes’s almost every day, but maybe tomorrow would be different?
The man seemed to read his mind as he often did.
“I’m sure we can do something special tomorrow as well, but I’d like for you to open this now, with me. Indulge me?”
And, well, it wasn’t like he had deep-rooted traditions to observe or other gifts to open, or family to disappoint. A soft smile curved his lips.
He turned the box in his hands, to better study it. It was almost as long as his forearm and wrapped in silver with a blue bow, and when Mr Holmes nodded he opened the gift slowly and carefully, trying not to damage the paper too much. He removed the bow first, then looked it all over to try and find a way to not destroy the whole thing. He saw the place where it was fixed with tape and opened it being careful to ruin the wrappings as little as possible...
He found an unremarkable box and inside that, wrapped in foam, a cylindrical object he couldn’t guess the function of.
“Oh.” He turned the object over in his hands. He’d never seen anything of the like but it was soft plastic, cool to the touch.
“Can you guess what it is?”
“Ah, not really.”
“It’s called a plug, and I’d like to help you use it. You would understand the purpose right away.” Harry tightened his grip, realising that he would be playing with the man and getting excited even as the man pushed him lightly off his lap and upon the ground.
“Let’s go upstairs and try it on, mh?” He ushered Harry to his room with a hand on his neck, warm fingers tugging lightly at the soft hair there. Mr Holmes seemed almost as keen to start as him, starting to order him about even as they passed through the door.
“Go on, hands and knees.” Harry looked up at the man with big eyes. He smiled, “It’ll be easier that way.”
So Harry disrobed quickly, leaving his clothes wherever in his haste to climb on the bed on his hands and knees, bum waving in the air as he got settled. The man enjoyed the view for a few moments before going to retrieve the usual clear bottle, though a new one, as they had gone through the last relatively hastily. Between their activities together and what he did by himself, alone and thinking about the boy, it wasn’t bound to last long.
He kneeled on the bed just behind Harry and prepared the bottle and the plug, though he licked a stripe up one of the boy’s buttocks and tickled him a little before going ahead and squirting a good amount of lube on his fingers.
Inserting the first finger was almost easy after having worked at stretching the boy for days, so much so that he upped the ante almost right away, and he enjoyed seeing the little hole give way under his second and then even a third finger without terrible effort. Even so, he still took his time, turning his fingers this way and that, playing around to distract Harry as he lubed up the plug and brought the little hole to the point where his palm met the hot flesh of the boy’s behind. It was easy, then, to slip out with his fingers and start applying pressure with the toy. Barely there at first, but as Harry felt it, he turned his head and the man could see how his eyes widened in surprised realisation. At which point, he had to bring a hand to his crotch and open a button to give himself a little relief.
It was… strange, feeling something so… unyielding and inorganic inside himself. It wasn’t terribly cold, Mr Holmes always took care in that sense, but still, it was different from having the man’s fingers wriggling in there. It was just an object, stretching him uniformly as Mr Holmes pushed it in bit by bit. The position as well affected him in a way he hadn’t known to expect. It felt like the intrusion hit something differently, compared to when he was on his back and not being able to see Mr Holmes left him with a strange sensation… the sliding of the sheets under his hands and knees had never felt so stark and every time the man shifted his head jerked up as if that would help him divine what was happening behind him. He knew sounds were leaving his mouth but he couldn’t tell if they were words or pleas or moans, except for the yelp he uttered when Mr Holmes suddenly increased speed and force behind his thrusts - he realised he had been loud at that point. Mr Holmes hummed at it and slowed down again, only to switch it up right when Harry felt almost used to the rhythm, always keeping him imbalanced - almost as if that was the goal.
He almost didn’t realize when Mr Holmes started rubbing his cock on his bum. The man hadn’t stopped nor slowed down the movement of the plug, at the same time undulating his hips so that he got some friction. Everything felt so slick back there that Harry didn’t know anymore what was what and when the man brought a hand to his little cock he felt like sobbing. Mr Holmes’s dick was hard and hot against his flesh and even the man had started panting. It must have been hard for him to stay balanced in that position, but Harry didn’t have enough mind power to contemplate such things and, soon enough, anything at all, as he came and his hands gave out from underneath him. Mr Holmes took hold of his hips with both hands, though, suddenly putting a stop to everything he was doing and repurposing his focus to holding Harry up and chasing his own orgasm. It didn’t take long, and Mr Holmes’s white stuff joined the mess already on his skin.
For an indeterminable amount of time, Harry lost a clear perception of all the sensations his body registered. The pulsing in his loins drowned out everything and it felt as if he could only see black for a moment. Then he concentrated on his breaths as they burned through his lungs and everything returned at once.
The plug stayed mostly inside as Harry panted, Mr Holmes’s humid breath matching his pace and warming the skin of his shoulder, his short brown hair tickling his neck where the man leaned his head on him. Then the plug started to exit, slowly, and he could feel the drag on his skin as his knees slid on the sheets and Mr Holmes’s hands weren’t there to stop him from ending up fully abandoned on the bed. Which caused his hole to contract around the plastic object and this to slide out faster with a frankly obscene wet noise. He couldn’t even muster up enough energy to be embarrassed.
Mr Holmes raised his head and looked down. He managed to scrape together enough willpower to lean away from the boy, so he would fall on his side and not on Harry’s tiny back.
He put a hand on the boy’s bottom, kneading the flesh and spreading the mess of lube and semen. Without breaking the rhythm of his movements, he picked up the plug fallen to the wayside, used his other hand to grab one cheek, pushed up and slid the toy in the newly revealed hole without a second of hesitation. Harry sobbed.
Mr Holmes shushed him, “Just a little more.” And kept pushing.
It was only in that moment that he realized the object back in his arse wasn’t perfectly uniform but had a bit of a flared base, and started to guess at what it’d be useful for. A sound of distress left his throat without his permission. He didn’t even comprehend on a conscious level why the threat, or the promise, of remaining so strangely full until Mr Holmes decided otherways left him shaking.
But of course, the man always knew just what he needed. He found himself embraced and soothed before the unease could worsen. He was rocked and shushed like a child, and he would have protested (if feebly) if it hadn’t felt exactly right.
He didn’t grasp all the words that Mr Holmes muttered, but he got their meaning.
“For me, I’d be so happy if you tried. I know it’s hard. Just a little while longer.” And the man said please. The only other person to ever say please to him had been his first-grade teacher, asking for his clearly missing homework in such a condescending way he had baulked.
Then Mr Holmes kissed him on the lips, just softly, and he found himself sucking on the man’s lower lip without knowing why it soothed him so.
The man hugged him closer, one hand firmly on his behind, fingers barely touching the base of the plug.
And before the feeling could have started to burn, Mr Holmes removed the toy, discarded it on the bed and hugged him even closer, caressing him and muttering praises that Harry couldn’t have heard anywhere else.
So he held on tighter and let the man pet him as he pleased.

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