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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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- 8
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: just the usual, plus feelings, but things are heating up as we’re getting closer to Harry’s birthday.
This chapter’s for TorisLovesYou and the guest on the forum ( http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php/topic/63461-neighbourhood-whore-reviews-replies/ ), you made me look at how much time had passed since I last updated! I hope to get at least another two chapters out by June, so cross your fingers and watch out ^^
For now,
Enjoy!

Harry was right. Mr Holmes really greeted him at the door with a kiss, and the yummy smell of something cooking in the kitchen went a long way towards warming him up from the inside, even before being presented with a full bowl of tomato soup. Harry didn’t know why, but suddenly he felt so happy he could have cried. He wouldn’t, obviously, he wasn’t a baby, but he felt this warm weight just under his chest. It didn’t hurt, but it wasn’t exactly comfortable, either. He felt like he couldn’t breathe all the way in, at least not without dislodging something, which would result in him just breaking down in tears on the way to the kitchen, he feared. He fought hard to keep his eyes dry. He felt like the warm hand Mr Holmes put on his shoulder should help, except it really didn’t. He wondered what was wrong with him all of a sudden, why all these strange feelings threatened to choke him now that he felt… accepted, safe. But by that point he was already sitting at the table and there wasn’t any more time to brood, he should thank Mr Holmes for the meal.
“It’s just fine. Eat up while it’s hot.” Mr Holmes caressed his hair before sitting in front of him and opening the newspaper; it was different from the one Uncle Vernon liked to read, but Harry was too busy eating to bother with it. The soup was smooth and warm. He tried to concentrate on that, but he kept getting distracted by the way Mr Holmes turned the pages. It was truly a silly thing, but he couldn’t stop his eyes from returning to the man every time his thoughts got away from him. He noticed, of course. But only looked at him with… affection, was that it? And one time Mr Holmes winked at him! Harry blushed right away and ducked his head. The man just chuckled softly, but Harry didn’t feel bad about it, not like when his relatives or his math teacher laughed at him.
He finished his lunch quickly and put everything dirty in the sink to be washed later. He had asked Mr Holmes plenty of times to be allowed to help, but the man always shook his head, and after that time he had said “Maybe when you’re older,” he had stopped asking. Just the thought of being wanted so much the man already thought of keeping him around for years filled him with joy, and helping with the dishes didn’t seem all that important anymore.

He walked back to the table as slowly as he could, stalling to see if Mr Holmes would say something about his plans for the afternoon.
The man glanced at him briefly, well-attuned to the boy’s quirks, but he still took a few moments to check out the last pages of the newspaper at least cursorily before he snapped it shut.
His lips curled into a smile with no conscious decision on his part at seeing the boy shyly standing in front of him with his hands behind his back. Harry returned it without hesitation, “Let’s go sit in the living room.”
Harry happily trotted after him, removing his shoes before stepping on the moquette, and settled comfortably at his side on the couch. Mr Holmes petted his head and he felt so content he actually thought he would start purring like Ms Figg’s cats did.
“I’ve been thinking, your birthday’s soon, isn’t it?” Harry’s moment of relaxation came to an abrupt halt, his breath stopping. His lungs felt suddenly incapable of sucking in air. As a result, his voice came out weak when he was finally able to get an answer out.
“Ye-es,”
“You’re growing up.” A smile. “I’ll have to get you a present.”
“Oh-! You don’t have to…” The surprise made his voice feeble.
“Maybe, but I would like to, to thank you for keeping me company these past weeks, and in hope you will continue to indulge me for many days to come.” Harry’s heart beat a fast rhythm in his chest. He couldn’t understand if he was really touchy that day or it was normal to feel so… flustered. He knew Mr Holmes spoke really well of him, complimenting and flattering him, even if he couldn’t always understand all the words, and he didn’t know how he was supposed to answer, or even what he was supposed to feel, because such things never happened to him before he started spending time with his neighbour. He didn’t think arguing with the man (which he didn’t want to do anyway) would serve any purpose, though, so he stayed silent, blushing furiously. As usual, Mr Holmes didn’t really care about his awkwardness and tugged him closer to his side, so they could cuddle for a while – one of Harry’s favourite things to do.
It wasn’t long before Mr Holmes picked him up from his curled up position on the couch to arrange him in his lap. The man started caressing him all over, long strokes of those big hands that he didn’t fear anymore (well, maybe a little. He was wary, still, but he could ignore it really well at this point, because he didn’t think that Mr Holmes would hurt him, not now). He squirmed and giggled when the man traced his fingers over a particularly ticklish spot.
Then Mr Holmes started kissing him, and these were not simple pecks like the one he got at the door, but really long, wet kisses, on his mouth, his cheeks, then his neck and, once the man moved the collar of his large, second-hand t-shirt a little to the side, his shoulders. Harry even dared return some kisses, when he could reach the man’s skin comfortably, and he only hummed happily in answer so the boy continued doing that. Cuddling was always nice, and it was pretty warm in the house, so when Mr Holmes nudged him off his lap, urging him to ‘go on and strip’, Harry didn’t hesitate. The man also moved to unbutton his own shirt, which didn’t happen often and was always distracting for Harry.
Once he was done with his clothes and had discarded them on the armchair near the couch, Mr Holmes was done with his shirt, his arms already open in a welcoming gesture. Harry climbed on the man’s lap and tilted his head up, in case Mr Holmes wanted to kiss him again. The man did peck him on the lips, but then pulled at him until he was straddling him, and his naked thighs were snug against Mr Holmes's equally naked hips. He embraced him, adjusting his hold so his hands were under his bottom and he could get up from the couch without much effort. Harry hugged his neck as he was carried once more up the stairs like he weighed nothing.
“I thought we could do something fun and a little more grown-up, today, and you don’t really need those clothes upstairs.”
Harry nodded against the man’s shoulder, just happy that he would get to lie on the big bed again. He wasn’t worried, after all, what Mr Holmes did always felt good, even if it was kind of strange.
Once they were in the bedroom, the man let him down for a little bit, just enough for him to notice the sheets were a different colour from last time and for his feet to start to get cold. Mr Holmes used this time to get a fluffy towel from his closet and lie it on the bed, though Harry couldn’t start to guess why. He was quick to scramble on the bed at the slightest gesture from Mr Holmes, happy to curl up on the soft towel so his feet didn’t freeze and fall off, or something. He was kind of a funny sight, climbing on the bed with his bare bottom shaking, and Mr Holmes didn’t try to keep in his chuckle. The boy was sitting up, hugging his legs with his ankles crossed; at the sound, he bowed his head, nearly hiding his face behind his knees, biting his lips to hide a grin. He liked to make Mr Holmes happy, it was a rush when the man smiled or laughed because of something he did. He was lucky, the man was nicer and easier to please than his Uncles, Harry felt like he could finally do something right when he was with him. He even allowed himself to peek from under his fringe as Mr Holmes removed his clothes, because he knew that the man would only wink at him if he noticed. Which he did, obviously.
It didn’t bother him any, and in little time he was joining the kid on the bed, only his briefs still on. As Mr Holmes got closer to him, Harry slowly uncurled. When he was fully lying down, his head didn’t quite reach the pillows and the man’s body covered him almost completely. He perched on his forearms so every time he breathed hot air blew on Harry’s ear, making little shivers run down his back. No part of Mr Holmes touched him, but his whole front started to overheat where he hovered just over his skin. A flush rose unbidden to his cheeks when the man shifted his weight and got a hand between them. It enveloped his little cock without problem, making it start to fill out slowly but surely. The man barely had to stroke it for Harry’s breath to accelerate and when he lowered his mouth straight down to one of his rosy pecks Harry couldn’t hold in the moan. It all happened really quickly, Mr Holmes sucked and nipped at his chest and rubbed his length and for some reason Harry found himself on the edge faster than ever.
The man clearly sensed it, because he abandoned his self-appointed tasks and lowered himself even more, until his mouth was only centimetres from Harry’s cock, and the kid really didn’t think it helped any. He whined.
“Oh, Harry, the things I show you can feel so good…” The boy squirmed, “You just have to let me in. Tell me you will.” He caressed his thigh.
“O-of course. Anything.”
“Anything?” Mr Holmes’ eyes shined bright, but Harry couldn’t answer. Not anymore. Not when the man breathed on his most sensitive parts and he felt dizzy, sure that all his blood was busy reddening his body and making his member grow. He nodded, breathing hard, with his eyes wide open as the man smiled and took his cock in his mouth. He only gave a couple perfunctory sucks, though, carrying on the conversation like it was nothing.
“It may feel a little weird at first, but you just let it happen, I promise you’ll come to love it.” Harry only moaned. Mr Holmes sat up and away from him, he reached into the first drawer of his table and picked up a little, clear tube. Harry couldn’t begin to imagine what it contained, or why it was so vital to take it right at that moment, but the man opened it and squeezed some viscous gel on his fingers, and only then he concentrated once again on Harry.
“It’ll be a little cold.” With that, Mr Holmes rubbed his sticky fingers on his cleft and while the strange gel was kinda cold, it didn’t really bother him. Which was apparently lucky, because the man didn’t waste time and started smearing that thing all around, and particularly on his little hole, making small, circular motions with his index and middle fingers, adding some pressure at times, and lightening his touch again when it got to be too much and Harry couldn’t help but whine. The man’s other hand soothed him with slow caresses every time he got too worked up, helping him calm his breath.
Then one finger got past the tight constriction of his muscles and far enough that it burned inside him.

Yes, I know, I'm evil. Next chapter will take up exactly from this point!
- 6
- 7
- 8
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