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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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Mr Holmes let his head drop on the backrest of the couch, sinking fully into it even as he tightened his hold on Harry. The boy was sitting on his lap with both his legs extended on the cushions, half-lying on Mr Holmes who held him against his chest.
Harry curled a small hand on the man’s shirt, and Mr Holmes had to adjust his cock to try and get some relief. The boy was so precious. Mr Holmes could scarcely believe how trusting and sweet his little neighbour had turned out to be.
Soon enough, not even the energy-sapping qualities of the hot summer day and the meal they’d just shared could stay his hand, and the man went ahead and opened his trousers. He started languidly stroking himself over his briefs, focusing on the warm weight on his chest, Harry’s breath and hands on his shirt, his wild hair tickling his neck. Having the beautiful boy in his arms as he lazily masturbated was a pleasure in and of itself.
Then Harry squirmed and shifted, trying to get in a comfortable position with his full belly, until Mr Holmes couldn’t take it anymore. The child was small enough that manhandling him was only too easy, and it was a matter of seconds for Mr Holmes to roll them so they lay on their sides, facing each other. Harry didn’t risk falling off the couch, but Mr Holmes held the boy against himself anyway, wrapping an arm against the tiny waist.
The difference in their height meant that when Harry lay his head on Mr Holmes’s chest, the man’s cock, still in his underpants, was level with his thighs.
Mr Holmes pulled Harry even closer and when the boy noticed the hard length poking against him, he shyly started rubbing his thighs together, creating friction that Mr Holmes encouraged wholeheartedly, humming happily and undulating his hips.
They rutted against each other, the atmosphere relaxed and no urgency in their motions.
When Harry felt his own little cock get harder, he closed his eyes, burying his face against Mr Holmes’s chest. The boy couldn’t help his hips jerking forward, seeking friction against the man’s belly as excitement gave his actions a new edge of need. He whined, squirming even closer, hoping to get some relief.
Mr Holmes gave a soft chuckle and ruffled his hair before slipping a hand between them. He jerked down Harry’s trousers and pants swiftly, freeing his hard little cock and discarding the boy’s clothes, which fell on the ground. Harry moaned like he couldn’t help himself then buried his blushing cheeks in Mr Holmes’s shirt, staying so close to him that they were almost joined from head to knees.
A single, large finger caressed Harry’s little cock, making him tremble, but the boy didn’t look down. He kept his eyes closed even when Mr Holmes pushed him down on the couch until the man was satisfied. The next time his hips jerked forward, Harry’s cock rubbed against Mr Holmes’s briefs instead of his belly. Harry was so excited that his little cock leaked his watery precome on the dark pants, which were already sticky with the man’s own.
Everything was hot and sticky, even the air Harry breathed in, flush against Mr Holmes’s chest as he was. The heavy scent of pleasure was the only thing he could smell, and for some reason it made his heart beat faster.
When the man shifted, Harry almost jumped in surprise before starting to rut against the back of the hand that the man had brought between them. He could almost sense Mr Holmes’s smile, but still, he didn’t look, not even when the man shifted like he was pulling down his trousers and pants, and Harry felt what could only be the man’s cock rub against his.
Of course, Mr Holmes’s cock was bigger and heavier, and warmer than Harry’s own. It was a strange sensation to rut against the man’s cock as they lay close together on the couch. But Harry couldn’t solely concentrate on that, because between one of his clumsy thrusts and the next, Mr Holmes raised his right hand to Harry’s head, still buried in the man’s shirt. Mr Holmes didn’t seem to care about the sweat collecting in the dips and crevices of Harry’s body, and caressed all the way from the top of his messy hair to his bottom, making Harry shudder and his skin pimple.
One of Mr Holmes’s long fingers slipped between the boy’s arse cheeks, driving Harry even closer to his body, shifting and whimpering like he knew what was coming. But the man surprised him, dragging his fingers back up over the small of Harry’s back before slipping his hand in between the two of them.
Mr Holmes enveloped both of them so that Harry’s little cock was pressed tightly between the man’s warm fingers and his warmer cock.
It made Harry moan from the bottom of his throat, his thrusts becoming more frantic as he was almost overwhelmed by everything — being so close to Mr Holmes, being caressed and pleasured by the man in a way that made him feel fit to burst.
“Ssh, sweetheart. I know, I know.” The man’s voice soothed him even as his right hand rhythmically tightened and released its grip on Harry’s little cock, making the boy tremble. Mr Holmes twisted so his left hand could smooth Harry’s wild hair away from his face. “No need to hide, Harry. Back off a little and look down. See how pretty your little cocklet looks against mine?”
Harry looked down. He didn’t know if it was pretty, but the sight of his cocklet leaking watery precome all over Mr Holmes’s bigger, darker cock made something in his belly flutter and clench. The boy didn’t even recognise the whine that came out of his mouth as his hips pumped faster.
“Perfect, Harry. Good boy, rut against me.” Mr Holmes’s breath was suddenly harsher, and Harry tried to be good, pushing and thrusting until his muscles burned and he could feel the pleasure mounting—
Mr Holmes abruptly let go of their cocks to grab Harry’s hips, stopping him and tugging and turning. Harry cried out in dismay at being interrupted, but Mr Holmes had already shifted on his back and taken Harry with him. The boy was no longer on his side on the couch but splayed over Mr Holmes’s front and the man lowered his hands from Harry’s hips to his backside, where a finger started sliding in between his cheeks to rub against his little hole. Mr Holmes encouraged Harry to rut faster and harder, and the boy sank back into the frantic rhythm that brought him closer and closer to completion. He moaned and panted, and after another thrust, he came in a single spurt of watery come against Mr Holmes’s belly and pulsing cock.
Harry slumped over the man, completely depleted, and Mr Holmes hugged him and thrust against his slack body until he, too, came all over their clothes.
It was damp and sticky between them, but after he came, the man relaxed fully under Harry, perfectly content to lay down and cuddle with the boy rather than clean up right away.
For a few moments, the only sounds in the living room were Harry and Mr Holmes trying to catch their breath, chests rising fast against each other after their orgasms. Everything was still. Then Harry arched his back and elongated his legs, needing to stretch fully and deeply after all the physical effort. It felt wonderful. Until it didn’t. The boy hadn’t counted on the skin on the back of his neck pulling and feeling tight, and he had to curl back in to stop it from itching.
Mr Holmes had enjoyed having Harry wiggle and stretch over him even as he was quite depleted after his orgasm, and he noticed right away that something wasn’t right. He put a hand over Harry’s delicate neck and immediately felt how hot the skin was. He hummed sadly.
“Seems like you haven’t escaped a bit of sunburn. A Brit’s curse, I’m afraid. Luckily we can do something about that.” He finally stirred, reaching for the tissues he kept in the living room for the express purpose of cleaning up after their dalliances. He rubbed cooling come from their skin, Harry’s t-shirt, and his own clothes, albeit ineffectually, before he sat up, taking Harry with him. “Let’s get some cream on you.”
Harry brought his arms around Mr Holmes’s neck when prompted, feeling loose-limbed and tired as the man arranged him as he pleased to better carry him to the bathroom upstairs. Harry’s pants and trousers still lay abandoned by the couch and when Mr Holmes sat him on the edge of the bathtub, Harry shivered because of the cold porcelain under his heated skin.
Mr Holmes stared at him.
“Look at you, all dirty again. And we got it on your new shirt too.”
It was true, Harry’s top had traces of come. But so did Mr Holmes’s open trousers, the pants he had tugged back up over his cock, and the shirt he must have unbuttoned at some point. Harry covered his mouth with a thin hand to stop himself from commenting on that. Nonetheless, Mr Holmes looked down at himself and back at Harry with a smirk, like he knew exactly what Harry had just thought about.
But the man didn’t give Harry enough time to fret about that, turning around to rummage in the cabinet after instructing Harry to strip. It didn’t take long. When the boy was fully naked in front of the bathtub, Mr Holmes was ready with a wet flannel in one hand and a tube of cream that smelled of herbs in the other. He cleaned off Harry’s front, then threw the flannel aside and turned the boy around with gentle hands, lightly tracing the back of his neck with his fingertips. When he lathered some cream onto the burns, Harry couldn’t help but shiver at how cold and immediately soothing it felt. The boy couldn’t remember a single instance of someone taking care of him in such a way, and his body tensed as he was subjected to nothing more than Mr Holmes’s soft touches and the cold cream. Harry felt wrongfooted as he stayed as still as he could and let his neighbour do as he wished.
It was a matter of minutes to cover the skin at the back of his neck that had been exposed by his cousin’s old shirt, but the man didn’t even pause, continuing on to his arms where he could see patches of skin almost glowing red.
Harry squirmed under the gentle ministrations, turning around gratefully when Mr Holmes proclaimed himself done. But when the boy looked up, thinking that maybe the man would give him a kiss and tell him to go get dressed, Mr Holmes bent over him and brought a hand to his chin, holding him in place to better apply the cream to his cheeks. Harry almost went cross-eyed as he tried to follow the man’s movements and Mr Holmes tapped a finger on the tip of his nose when he noticed.
“It wouldn’t do to have a little boy look like a lobster, would it?”
Harry shook his head ‘no’ as much as he could while the man held him, still stroking his heated cheeks. Harry felt shaky, and he didn’t know why, but when Mr Holmes’s fingers dropped to his chapped lips, a tiny moan left his throat and he swayed towards the man.
The kiss was the sweetest they had shared. It was barely a peck, but Mr Holmes backed off just enough to say, “You must know I truly like you if I kiss you when you’re smeared in cream.” Harry closed his eyes and tried to figure out if the tangle of emotions that tied up his chest and belly like a knot was good or bad. He didn’t know. He just— He just wanted—
Mr Holmes hugged him tight and picked him up like he weighed nothing, keeping him flush against his naked chest, the side of his open shirt fluttering against Harry’s back.
Harry clasped his arms around the man’s neck, his legs tight around his waist. He laid his forehead against Mr Holmes’s throat because that was where the least cream had been put.
Mr Holmes held him and pet him as the man started walking towards his bedroom, softly murmuring in Harry’s ear as he went.
“A quiet moment for you, I think. We can cuddle on the bed with a good book. Would you like me to read to you?”
Harry nodded against the man’s skin, and soon enough, they were curled up on a cold bed. The messy knot in his belly started settling then.

I'm finishing up the next chapter now, if I can I'll post it next month. In the meantime let me know if you've enjoyed this ^^
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