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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: I only own what I write, the characters etc. are JKR&co.’s and I’m not making any money from this (or at all, in this moment of my life).
Warnings: everything from previous chapters, plus a little blink-and-you'll-miss-it rimming, and blowjobs.
Can't believe it's been a year since I started this. I know I leave you waiting for months on end, but thank you for being patient, knowing that you read this story makes me want to keep writing it. I always answer reviews and questions here --> http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php/topic/63461-neighbourhood-whore-reviews-replies/ so check it out if you want updates. Also, this chapter is literally just smut ^^' If you ever want to see something different let me know in the comments!
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Harry didn't remember the last time he had been on a bed. For all he knew, this was the first time. If it was so, it was a very nice first time. The bed was just soft enough under him and he really liked that, even if he didn't have a lot to compare it to and he was pretty sure anything would be better than the cot in his cupboard.

Anyway, the point was that it was nice. Even with Mr Holmes staring at him from the foot of the bed. It was a very charged stare, Harry could realise that, though he didn't know what it meant. He just knew he could feel the man's eyes caressing his whole body.

That should have probably made Harry at least a little nervous (being stared at didn't lead to anything good, in his experience), but Mr Holmes had been the one to put him on the bed, and the man was sporting a sort of half-smile that wasn't threatening at all. So, against his better judgment, Harry let himself relax and enjoy the moment. It wasn't nearly as hard as it should have been - the covers were cool and felt very good on his naked back; he didn't know when he would get to feel such a thing again.

He was mentally debating whether closing his eyes would be worth it, when the man went to unbutton his trousers. He made quick work of them and then of his boxers, and this was the first time Harry was in a position to see all of the man without any clothes on. He didn't have much time, though, because Mr Holmes got onto the bed and started closing in on Harry.

The boy felt just fleetingly uncomfortable: he banished the thought quickly, because he truly didn't think Mr Holmes would hurt him at this point, and he didn't want to be afraid of everything.

Mr Holmes crawled on the bed, and over the slim body, holding himself up on hands and knees as to not crush the boy. Then, once he was settled with his face mere inches from the kid's, he raised a hand, and gently pushed the boy’s hair away from his green eyes. This done, he didn't go for a kiss, as Harry expected and secretly hoped, but started talking.

"Did you like what happened downstairs?" Harry blushed, and instinctually ducked his head to hide behind his fringe, except he couldn't. Mr Holmes still had his hand in his hair, and when he noticed his predicament he only smile a little amusedly, which made Harry flush even more violently. "Hey, don't be ashamed. It's normal to feel good." As he talked, the man started lightly stroking his side and when he repeated his question, a moan was his sole answer. The man only smiled, a light in his eyes, "That's what I feel every time. Wouldn't you like to feel something even better?"

Harry closed his eyes in something that felt very close to shame, but wasn't.

He couldn't hide. The man didn't have him bodily pinned to the bed, but he felt as if that were the case: completely exposed and vulnerable. It was a really base feeling, he wanted to turn away his head and protect his slightly hollow belly. Like an animal. But at the same time, he didn't want to, because memories of the moments before - the pleasure, the bliss - were still coursing through his limbs and he shook with phantom feelings.

He did want to feel that again. Even if he shouldn't. Just staying there like that, the man's whole attention focused on him and that big hand caressing his side (and his belly, his chest, sometimes his thigh), felt incredible, better than anything. Except... That small moment when everything whited out. He shouldn't ask for things...

But Mr Holmes kept stroking him and looking at him. The man never got mad, not like his uncle.

Harry felt on fire as he nodded. He didn't know if he was truly burning from the inside out or what, he was only sure he had never blushed quite so much in all the nearly seven years he'd been alive.

Mr Holmes kissed the fetching redness on his lithe chest, gripped the skinny hips and licked the small, rosy nipples until they hardened under his ministrations. At which point he left them, and went on to trace with his tongue the slight dip at the centre of the boy's chest, down towards his belly. Once satisfied of the damp traces on the boy’s skin, he looked up, only to see Harry staring back, lip bit nearly bloody and pupils so blown the black overran the green in his eyes.

The man smirked and kept going down, tracing his lips over the quivering belly, until he reached the kid's small, soft member.

He didn't hesitate, and took hold of the twitching flesh with a hand, before guiding it into his wet mouth. The kid cried out. He didn't even know if it was an expression of pleasure or just startlement, but he started suckling gently, and kept at it until the little cock in his mouth grew hard and Harry was crying and muttering nonsense. Then, he snuck one hand between the kid's legs to grab a hold of his right thigh, and pushed up and outward, to give himself more space. This accomplished, Mr Holmes got a finger between the scrawny arse cheeks and started rubbing it slowly over the kid's puckered skin, over and over, pressing just a little harder when he knew what he was doing with his mouth was particularly pleasurable for the boy.

With no warning, the man left Harry's shaft and put his mouth on the little balls. He only spared them a long lick, though, on the way to reach the boy's asshole where his fingers were massaging slowly. He was only breathing on the flushed skin when Harry positively mewled and had to curl a hand around his own mouth to stop himself from sobbing. When Mr Holmes finally lay his hot, wet lips on the boy's most private place, the youngest was an incoherent mess, with pearls of sweat tracing his face like tears. None of this stopped the man from slicking up his finger with spit and teasing the boy's pretty hole with the tip of his tongue, of course. He closed his mouth around Harry's little cock, once again, just as the wet tip of his finger past the tight ring of muscles. That's all it took for the kid to come a second time that day, dry, as before. Which didn’t truly matter, as Mr Holmes could see and feel the physical relief in the boy's body, the way all his limbs trembled before releasing simultaneously, leaving him panting and huffing in a weak puddle on the bed.

Mr Holmes kept rubbing at the soft skin of the kid's insides until his spit had all dried up and Harry only sobbed sparingly. Then he stopped touching the over-stimulated boy to lie down at his side. He arranged himself so he could watch as the little one came down from his high without putting pressure on his own still very much present hard-on.

He was a patient man, he didn't get antsy as the boy slowly came back to himself, and was ready with a smile when Harry raised his eyes a little to look at him from under his fringe.

"Nice?" The boy didn't need to answer, his still slightly laboured breath and the lovely flush on his cheekbones were more answer than the man needed. It was also interesting how the moment the boy could reason again, his eyes went to the man's very naked and very erect cock. It felt much like a reward when the little boy experienced a nice thing and instantaneously thought of reciprocating. And who was Mr Holmes to refuse him? He put an arm under the boy's shoulders and used it to move Harry from the centre of the bed to the side so he could take the kid's place and sit with his back propped up by the pillows, the boy now on his side, facing him.

"Go on." The boy moved his big, green eyes on him, bit his lower lip, then got between Mr Holmes' legs with clearly faked, but nonetheless remarkable confidence. To be honest, it was a sight to behold - this boy crouched comfortably in front of his very interested member.

The kid looked up to Mr Holmes once more, but his eyes reached only as far as the man's chin before he focused again on the hard flesh before him, and thought how to go about it.

Harry often saw Dudley with ice-cream cones and icicles, quietly wishing to put his mouth on such a treat himself. Maybe it was ridiculous, but as he lowered his mouth on the man's shaft he just thought that it was no ice-cream.

Mr Holmes' flesh was big and warm, kind of salty and wetter than it was even a couple of minutes before. He knew what to do, more or less, as Mr Holmes had shown him, and Harry really wanted the man to experience all the nice feelings he had coursing through him just a little while ago.

He didn't realise, but the lasting contentedness of satisfaction and his inexperience made him sloppy. He tried to fit the hard flesh into his mouth but when it touched the back of his tongue he had to stop and part his lips further. His spit ran freely over the length from his mouth to his hands, both held securely around Mr Holmes' member. He didn't know how to close his lips over the flesh without biting into it with his teeth, so he erred on the side of caution and his tasteless saliva nearly defeated the salty pearls of clear liquid coming from Mr Holmes' pee hole.

He realised he was making a mess, there was no hope for his sticky hands, but he tried to remedy by licking all over the shaft. First a series of kittenish licks with no direction, just where he saw gleaming wet skin, then broader, slower sweeps from where his hands were to the tip. He didn't know how long it was supposed to go on, but moving as much as he had to to lick all over was starting to tire him already. He couldn't stop, though, he didn't think it would be very polite. So he took the tip in his mouth once more, and started to suck a little, just to slow everything down and give himself time. At that point, from the corner of his nearly-closed eyes, he saw Mr Holmes raise a hand, the pit of despair in his stomach was sudden and violent but it melted away without resistance as Mr Holmes just circled his hands with his own big one, and guided him into moving them up and down the hard flesh while he rested his mouth. Harry took care to do it as good as he could to compensate for his need to rest his mouth. It worked wonderfully, and soon he felt ready to try and take the member a little further in his mouth.

After it was all said and done, Harry felt drained. He didn't know why, as he was used to much more labour-intensive days. He didn't understand it, but he didn't fight it. He knew he would've felt worse if Mr Holmes hadn't been in exactly the same shape, but both ended up lying on the bed, sweaty and sticky until their breaths normalized completely. At which point Mr Holmes got up and offered his hand to Harry. The kid hoisted himself up on the bed on his own, but it was higher than he thought - and was comfortable with - so he took the offered hand to get down and didn't make a move to dislodge their clasped hands while the man led him to the bathroom. Unlike usual, the man didn't wet a towel to rub him down with, instead, he put the stopper on the bath's drain and opened the hot water.

"I hope you don't mind if we take a hot bath, for a change." Harry viciously stomped on the part of his mind that considered it a waste and reacted before such thoughts could even take hold, for once he didn't let himself think too much and just opened his mouth,

"Why would I?!" Harry wanted to grin, but scrutinized Mr Holmes’ expression first to make sure he had not stepped over a line, before letting himself. The man let go of him, to mess his hair instead. Harry flushed. Honestly to God flushed, and his eyes got wide when he realised. He turned his head away and looked fascinated at the water rising in the bathtub. It was different when they were snuggling, because Mr Holmes got worked up as well, but getting all hot just because of a caress? Harry felt a little silly, but couldn’t help it, so he made sure to keep his head down until he thought his blush went away.

They ended up staying a long time in the bath. It was the first time Harry was allowed and even encouraged to enjoy such a thing and the contentedness, the hot water and the energies spent all lead to a sleepy and peaceful atmosphere he was even less accustomed to. So much so, Harry didn’t even feel self-conscious about resting in Mr Holmes’ lap, hugged and cuddled in the pretence of cleaning off. To be honest, it felt worse than Harry thought possible to go from that, back to his relatives’ house. Though at the end of the day, it was the only thing he could do.
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