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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!

Chapter List
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Disclaimer: all that is recognisable is JKR & co's.
Warnings: smut of the anal sex variation
5th anniversary of this fic, can you believe it?
Notes at the end,
Enjoy

Mr Holmes tightened his hold around the boy’s waist as he explained about the toy. With him sitting on the couch and Harry standing beside him, his hand was at the perfect height to slip down the back of the boy’s trousers. He took unashamed advantage of the fact, caressing the soft skin before tapping a finger against the base of the plug, calm as you please.

Harry reflected on his new understanding of the situation. The ordeal he was being put through wasn’t a whim on the man’s part; rather, it looked like the man had planned this exact scenario from the start. He didn’t know how to feel about that.
But Mr Holmes removed his wandering hand and kissed his cheek once more, so he decided to postpone such questions and reciprocate the gesture.
After some lazy kisses, the man helped him settle on his lap and turned on the rarely-used tv, getting comfortable as they whiled away the time until a more appropriate hour to have lunch.
Of course, Harry knew that Mr Holmes was much more comfortable than he could ever get with the toy in his arse.
He couldn’t even try to forget all about it, because the man would often shift under him, causing Harry to fidget even more as sensations flared.
He was sure the man was aware of what he was doing, he felt a tell-tale bulge against his bum and Mr Holmes kept caressing his belly and dipping lower in such a casual manner it had to be faked.
What should have been a relaxing hour before they relocated to the kitchen for lunch became a mix between a game and torture, as he tried to rub against something to alleviate his discomfort while Mr Holmes gave him just enough pleasure to worsen his situation.

As the man finally deemed it time to quit tormenting him, Harry didn’t know if he was on the verge of coming or crying.

The boy felt a little like a doll as he was picked up and placed on a chair without any contribution needed on his part.
He brought his arms around himself, even if any such gesture had proven futile during the morning, and bit his lip. He whined and squirmed in place, unable to stop himself from making noises.

Mr Holmes took his chin between his thumb and index finger as he crouched by his chair to look him in the eyes at a more equal height.
“Oh, sweetheart. You’re even more affected than I guessed.” The boy tried to lower his head once more, but his neighbour’s grip prevented it. “There’s no shame in that, but Harry… I’ve got such plans for today. I wouldn’t be at peace with myself if I didn’t get you to eat something, even if we don’t make more of a dent in the cake.” The man seemed to look right into him, but Harry didn’t know what he was looking for, “Do you think you can handle it for another ten minutes?”
He had thought he could ‘handle’ it that morning when the man asked him to play with the toy again and he said yes… It hadn’t turned out as he had imagined.
But after bearing it for what felt like centuries, what could happen in ten minutes? He would just suck it up as he ate and- well, try not to move. At all.
“Only ten minutes?” He trusted Mr Holmes’s minutes would be closer to the teachers’ minutes than Aunt Petunia’s, he didn’t want to have to sit in that chair all afternoon like the time his Aunt had told him it would take ten minutes to prep all the food and clean after himself.
“Only enough time for us to eat the sandwiches I made.”
And so they ate. Mr Holmes tended to make little comments throughout a meal, and for the first time since the plug had been worked in his arse, he was almost able to forget about it.
Only to be sharply reminded of everything going on down there when his neighbour put their plates in the sink and offered him a hand to lead him from his chair to the bedroom.
Harry didn’t want to take the offered hand.
He didn’t want to try and get up under his own power, not when he could guess what expected him. He looked up at Mr Holmes with wide eyes, biting again at his already-raw lower lip, wanting to be picked up but not having the words to ask. Not yet at least, he was sure he would find some way to convey his meaning if he had to sit on that chair a minute longer, or, worse, if he was forced to climb the stairs under his own power. He had never thought disparagingly about the comfort of those particular chairs, but if anyone had asked him at that point he would have had to answer that they left much to be desired.
Harry fidgeted and felt sorry for himself until Mr Holmes took pity on him, chuckled and bent down so the boy could get his arms around his neck.

The boy let out a contented sigh as he got what he wanted, until he spread his legs to accommodate Mr Holmes’s hips and the toy did things to his insides.
He gave up trying to mitigate the discomfort, squirming and moaning about it as he tightened his hold on Mr Holmes, his mouth almost against the man’s ear.
The only thing that got him was a consoling pat on the back.
Mr Holmes hurried up the stairs, trying not to jostle him but keen to reach his room.

When Harry was finally laid down on the messy covers, he didn’t hesitate to wiggle out of his clothes as the man watched him from the foot of the bed. He only climbed on it when Harry was down to his underwear, and then he didn’t deign to help.
He settled over Harry on his hands and knees, instead, cupped his cheek with a big hand and looked his fill before going lower, starting to touch where no one other than him had touched.
His hand wrapped lightly around the boy’s neck at first, then he dragged his fingers right over his nipples. When Harry could only arch his back, almost overwhelmed by all the sensations, Mr Holmes flicked the tight little nubs almost perfunctorily. His goal was clearly much lower, but it was like he couldn’t refrain from paying attention to the rosy nipples once they were so delightfully offered.
Harry squirmed and moaned, and the man abandoned his chest to caress his thighs, dragging his hands up to his hips and back to his knees in one long stroke. His thumbs pressed against Harry’s soft skin, never quite touching his hard little cock.

Every part of him felt overstimulated, he had been on the edge for hours, and instead of relieving him, after spreading his legs up and out of the way, Mr Holmes only kept playing. He pushed and pulled the plug just to see his little hole stretch and Harry’s breath hitched every time the man removed it completely and sank it back in, making his body work hard to accept it.
He thought he may have whimpered but Mr Holmes only said,
“just once more, dear, I wish to see it at least once more”.
And Harry could only let him, sinking between the covers and letting himself be soothed by a little kiss and Mr Holmes’s words,
“I know it’s been uncomfortable for you, sweetheart, but I am so proud of you for keeping your toy in.” As said toy was slowly extracted once again, Mr Holmes’s praise was almost drowned out by Harry’s moans.
“We’ve been playing for more than a month, but we haven’t done one thing.”
“W-what?”
“You’ll see. And I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as I.”
After that exchange, Mr Holmes dragged the toy in and out quicker than he ever had, until it slipped fully out and the man didn’t push it back in. What he did was pick up Harry, easy as you please, and turn him so he was on his knees and elbows, little arse raised high.
It made Harry almost dizzy for a second, but he was distracted by a rather unexpected sensation. When Mr Holmes finally removed the plug, Harry had thought he would only feel relief. In part he had been right, but he couldn’t have accounted for how empty it made him feel. He had never experienced anything of the sort, and he could feel his stretched hole flutter as if trying to tighten back up but unsure how.
He would have worried about how long that would last, but Mr Holmes chose that moment to insert three fingers, encountering no resistance at all, and he clenched around them almost automatically, just to see if he could. The man dropped a kiss on the back of his neck, removed his fingers from his bum after spreading them a few times, and grabbed his hips to turn him over again, muttering to himself that he had to see him.
Again laid down on his back, and marginally less distracted than before, Harry took the opportunity to study the man’s expression. He always looked controlled, except for when he came, but there was a light in his eyes... Harry thought that Mr Holmes may have never looked more eager.

As Harry settled with his head on the pillow and his legs spread open, Mr Holmes looked at him and took hold of his hard cock with the same hand he had used to check how prepared Harry was. He added some lube, tugged twice, and shifted closer, enough to rub the head of his cock to Harry’s loose hole.
Harry held his breath.
The man went slowly and carefully at first, nudging in only slightly, then shifting as if to check the path of least resistance, and one tiny movement at a time, he was in and Harry breathed out in a rush.
After the first few inches, seeing no pain in Harry’s eyes, Mr Holmes kept pushing until he got in as far as he could. A strangled moan fell from his lips and he stilled over Harry’s lithe form.
The boy understood what a momentous occasion that was through the man’s expressions more than his own bodily perceptions.
He had been thoroughly prepared, stretched and stimulated until he felt so ready he would have felt bereft without something inside. Mr Holmes, though… The man looked like he had never before felt such perfection. He looked elated. And Harry would have been more hesitant to even think such words, but he had taught himself to read emotions on the people closest to him and Mr Holmes’s expression was that of a man who had just received the greatest gift: eyes closed, features relaxed and satisfaction pervading every line of his body.
“You are… so warm inside.”

Mr Holmes’s thighs pressed against the back of Harry’s, his fingers dig in his soft hips, his cock was sheathed inside him and his full balls kept touching his arse. And soon, only an impression of the initial stillness was left, as the man started undulating his hips, grinding in and backing off a little only to do it all over again.
The man kept talking as he took him, telling him how good his pink little hole looked stretched around his cock, and how pretty he was all flushed from pleasure, and Harry had never felt so cared for.
When the man picked up the pace, entering him in short, rapid thrusts, Harry felt almost relaxed, far away.
Until Mr Holmes touched something inside him that made his every muscle tense up, and his soft moans became louder and louder after the man got a hand around his little cock, somehow not losing the rhythm of his thrusts.
Harry cried out, drowning out for a second the wet sound of Mr Holmes slamming in. He came, almost trembling all over, and the man kissed his sweaty forehead, put his hand back on his hip and thrust in a few more times before losing himself with a grunt, his thick come shooting deep in Harry’s arse.

Mr Holmes stayed still for a few seconds before carefully pulling out and settling at the boy’s side.
Harry’s body had given up after one of the strongest orgasms of his young life. He was sprawled in between the dirty sheets he had been clutching throughout the experience but he felt like he was floating, no control at all over his limbs. Only their soft panting to break the silence of the room.

Harry’s breaths got more regular as he slowly came down from the intense pleasure high. For several moments, as he had felt Mr Holmes stimulate his most sensitive spots, both inside and out, everything else had faded, losing importance. As that feeling subsided, everything else rushed back, leaving Harry feeling a little insecure, unbalanced.
Being penetrated with a toy had stretched his hole, but it hadn’t prepared him in all the ways… he hadn’t understood how different being with a man in that way would be.
With what energy he had, Harry rolled towards Mr Holmes and hugged him from the side. It made something flutter in his chest when the man wrapped an arm around him without hesitation.
He stretched up so his mouth was right next to his hear and whispered,
“It was good?” Mr Holmes gave a tired chuckle,
“So good.”
Harry wiggled.
“Really really good?”
The man shifted enough to hug him even closer, and pet his hair as he said,
“You were absolutely perfect, Harry.”

So, I've continued writing this and posting on Ao3 but not here because honestly it's been a very long time since I've had a review on this site. This doesn't mean that I won't post, but the motivation to do it as soon as I finish a chapter just isn't there.
For anything -> http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/topic/63461-neighbourhood-whore-reviews-replies/
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