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Neighbourhood Whore	By : Sabb402 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 195019 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 17
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter nor its characters. Basically nothing you recognise is mine. I'm not making any money from this etc. Read the warnings!

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Disclaimer: all that is recognisable is JKR & co's.
What I wanted to happen didn't exactly happen — but it got so long I had to cut it in two ^^'
Usual warnings plus a smidge of edge play I guess.
Enjoy!
Harry was a little nervous. He remembered how intense the toy had felt the previous day.
Having such an unyielding object in his most private place had been an odd experience, but Mr Holmes sounded so pleased with the idea… Harry was sure he would get used to it with practice. Having Mr Holmes’s attention focused on him as they enjoyed themselves had never been a hardship, so when the man asked to play, he steeled himself and nodded,
“Yes, sir.”
His neighbour’s answering smile was worth it.
“Brilliant. I’ve stored it in my room, for the time being. Run up ahead and I’ll join you shortly.”
Harry wouldn’t run indoors, the desire to do so had been beaten out of him by his Aunt early on, but he walked inordinately fast, and went right to the bedroom door, hesitating once inside. Should he try to find the toy? Mr Holmes had gifted it to him, being nice enough to keep it so the Dursleys wouldn’t get their hands on it, and Harry didn’t want to go looking through the man’s stuff as thanks.
He compromised, deciding that if he couldn’t get the toy ready, he would prepare himself. He sloppily folded his oversized clothes on the armchair in a corner of the room, then got on the big bed and bounced a little while he waited for Mr Holmes.
Soon he could hear the muted steps as his neighbour walked up the stairs and the anticipation was almost enough to make him shake all over.
When the man finally reached the door, he stopped short, his eyes focusing on the expanse of naked skin on display.
“Oh. Oh, what an extraordinarily pleasing surprise.”
Harry couldn’t contain the grin that brightened his face, so happy to have done well he didn’t even try.
Mr Holmes almost seemed to shake himself off, then walked over to his dresser and ordered,
“Stay right there,” as if Harry would move. Then he got the plug out, took the bottle of lube from the bedside table and joined the kid on the bed with his bounty.
Harry, who guessed he didn’t have to sit still anymore, turned around eagerly, wiggling in place as he did and giving the man quite a show. With his back turned to Mr Holmes, and his right side flush against the fresh sheets, he grabbed a pillow to hug close and settled.
The man took advantage of the position to caress from his shoulder straight to his thigh, taking hold of it to move his leg so his knee was almost against his chest.
Once he was so spread open, Mr Holmes didn’t dither, covering two fingers in lube and taking a moment to warm it slightly as he admired the view, then bringing them to the boy’s little hole to start preparing him.
Harry was almost used to it. He didn’t know if it would ever stop feeling a little weird, but Mr Holmes’s first finger slipped in more easily than the first few times they had done this, and even the second one didn’t bother him much. The fact that Mr Holmes was slow and careful, wiggling his fingers all over, probably helped. Harry idly mused that the man must be very good at that sort of thing, but he lost that train of thought when a third finger, newly covered in lube, was added.
He flexed his muscles without conscious thought, feeling all three fingers deep inside himself, where they rubbed against a place that made him squeeze his eyes shut as he tried to muffle his moans, burying his face in the pillow he hugged close.
Mr Holmes pushed his three fingers in and out for a bit, only removing them when he was satisfied Harry was loose enough, and took hold of his hips without caring if residues of lube got on his skin. He lifted the boy until he was settled on his knees, his chest pressed against the pillow from above.
“Such a nice view,” the man murmured, a hand caressing Harry’s hip while the other returned to fingering him open. Not too long, almost just to check, because the man’s true objective was the plug that lay abandoned on the bed. He passed his freshly lubed fingers all over the silicone length, then brought the plug to Harry’s little hole, letting out a breath at the mental image of the toy spreading wide that fluttering hole.
“You should know, I gave this to you a day early for this express purpose: getting you ready and stretched so we could enjoy today fully.”
Harry turned his head as much as he could, catching a glimpse of the almost mesmerized expression on the man’s face as he rubbed the plug between his cheeks, getting it so wet it made sticky noises against his skin. Then, from one moment to the next, he inclined the plug just enough to penetrate the boy’s little hole, not stopping once the head had passed the rim but making Harry take in more and more without pause.
Harry had thought he recalled really well the stark feeling of the toy penetrating him, but that couldn’t prevent the moans that escaped his lips when Mr Holmes started rotating it, playing with it as soon as it was in.
He buried his face in the pillow, a little embarrassed to be making so much noise when they had just started, but Mr Holmes wouldn’t let him stifle his whimpers. The man caressed his hair, tutted lightly, and gripped the black curls tightly enough to use as a hold to bring Harry’s head back,
“Now, none of that, Harry. I so enjoy all your little gasps.” And on the last word murmured against his ear, Mr Holmes twisted the plug just so, pressing against a sweet spot inside him and making him gasp as if the man had ordered it and his body could do nothing but obey.
“Do you understand, sweetheart?” Mr Holmes used the hold of his hair to nod his head back and forth a few times. Harry complied with the movement as much as he could and moaned when the man slowly released him on the pillow and kissed his neck,
“Good boy.”
Harry took advantage of the slight respite to settle more firmly on his forearms, his head turned to the side so that his neighbour could hear every little sigh he made.
The man constantly touched him, playing with the plug with one hand and caressing his back with the other, touching between his legs in a way that made all the warm feelings rise in him. Sometimes Mr Holmes would bend down and lay almost-there kisses on his shoulders and along his spine, making him tense up with the need to stay still to get more of those butterfly kisses all over. But the man moved away and one big hand grabbed at his behind, spreading him obscenely under his focused stare, making Harry pant and whine in embarrassment.
Then Mr Holmes went and took a bite of his bum! Harry squeaked, half rising up in protest, but the man only laughed and pushed the plug further in, so Harry let it go and returned to enjoying the feeling of a big, warm hand caressing his legs and his hips like he was something precious.
As pleasure climbed higher and higher inside him, he whined, sure that with just a little more he would reach the end. He felt like everything had floated away while he wasn’t looking, leaving only the sensations aroused by their touches. He was so close… then the rhythm changed.
Mr Holmes had pushed the plug completely in, so deep that his well-stretched hole slowly hugged the narrowest part of it, but instead of dragging it back out, the man tapped the end, sending sparks through Harry’s shivering body, and... left it.
He left it there and backed off to get one of his flannels from the other side of the bed, using it to clean up the boy’s behind and legs.
Then the man caressed his back once and said,
“Well, Harry, you may get dressed.”

Harry lay on the bed, breathing hard, for a few minutes, trying to comprehend what he had heard but still lost in sensation. He fell on his side, too wrung out to stay up on his knees and elbows, but as he looked at Mr Holmes, who had finished wiping his hands and was getting himself back in order, he still wasn’t sure he had heard right.
“I should… dress?” The man hummed. “Right now?”
“Yes, that’s exactly what I think you should do.” A fleeting smile and he went on, “We can have a bit of a cuddle in front of the TV before lunch. I hope the cake didn’t spoil your appetite too much.”

His eyes still wide in disbelief, Harry picked himself up in a bit of a daze, sitting up to better look at Mr Holmes as he moved around the room tidying up. But trying to put weight on his bum reminded him of the toy firmly lodged in his arse, and squirming only made it worse.
He was sure the situation would get really uncomfortable and didn’t understand why Mr Holmes would leave the toy up his bum…
Already it bothered him, and he wasn’t sure if he’d even be able to get up from the bed with it firmly lodged up his arse. With that already a trial, how was he supposed to make his way downstairs?

Before they started playing he had thought he would get used to it, but suddenly he was a lot less confident in his own abilities. Without conscious thought, Harry started to chew on his lower lip as he looked at his neighbour from under his fringe.
Mr Holmes of course noticed the boy’s apparent reluctance and was ready to lighten the burden as much as he could… without removing the root cause.
He didn’t enjoy seeing the boy in discomfort for the sake of it, but the thought of his little neighbour struggling through lunch with a plug deep inside of him, like a secret only they shared, tickled his fancy in all the best ways.
He wasn’t setting out to overwhelm Harry, but he had faith in his endurance. Even then, stacking the deck further in his favour certainly wouldn’t hurt. So he went around the bed and helped the dark-haired boy in his underwear and t-shirt, then slowly got him on his feet, realising right away that his shaky legs wouldn’t hold him for long. So Mr Holmes picked up the boy, who moaned at the radical change in position and hugged around his neck tightly.

Descending the stairs was a trial.
Harry wasn’t even doing anything except holding on, but once they arrived in the living room he was grateful he wouldn’t have to go through that again any time soon. It had felt like every one of Mr Holmes’s movements sent vibrations through his body. The plug oscillated from sparking pleasure to being a bother, and Harry could only bite his lower lip and hope his neighbour would have mercy on him soon.

They headed straight for the couch, and Harry was thinking that if he could find a... less uncomfortable position, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. But Mr Holmes didn’t put him down on the soft cushions, but lowered Harry to the ground (where he needed a little help before being stable on his feet), and sat, not even pulling the boy on his lap. Rather, he brought an arm around his small waist and reeled him against his side, so that Harry was standing next to him, pressed against the man from hip to shoulder.
As Harry squirmed against him to try and get more comfortable, Mr Holmes began to explain in a soothing tone,
“I understand you may be a little confused,” Harry stilled long enough to nod, looking at the man from under his fringe. Mr Holmes pecked him on the cheek before going on, “A plug is slightly different from other toys of the genre, in that it is not only made to play with and stretch you temporarily, but can be kept in… as long as necessary.”
These words had a certain weight to it, and as Harry thought back at everything, he blinked in slow realisation.
The man had planned this.

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