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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: Anal fingering and that was going to be it… then it got slightly dirtier. So, warning for come-tasting as well. Basically, this chapter is just sex.
Quick note, I posted Neighbourhood Whore on Ao3 under Lady_s_Daughter https://archiveofourown.org/works/14911751/chapters/34539908 , these two are the only two places I’m posting this, if you see it anywhere else it’s plagiarism (not that I expect any, but now you know)
With hope of posting every month this summer,
Enjoy!

The man’s digit pushed deeper still, and the friction burned. He tried to move it around, just the tiniest bit, and a distressed little sound left Harry’s mouth without his permission, but Mr Holmes only shushed him. He picked up the transparent bottle again,
“Tell me if it’s too cold.”
As Harry had something else to concentrate on, his eyes returned to their normal width and he started breathing regularly once more. Calmer, he could take in fully the sight of the man squeezing more of the clear liquid right where his fingers met his hand, from where it slowly ran until Harry couldn’t see it anymore but feel it on his warm skin and while it was a little cold, it didn’t bother him. Somehow it only felt like the heat inside him flared, which made the burning feel stark but also more bearable, for whatever reason, and he held his breath without a conscious choice.
The viscous liquid pooled at his entrance, until it got in and started coating his insides, and a single, breathless moan left him. At that, the man looked at him and raised an eyebrow,
“Alright?” Before Harry could make the effort of trying to understand if this was an unrelated question, or he should be remembering the last thing the man told him, Mr Holmes continued, “Not too cold?”
“N-no, I mean- It’s fine.” It was more than fine. Maybe he even liked it, though he wasn’t sure. Either way, that was the time the man started to move his finger around, again, and all forms of higher thought left him. He felt like he wasn’t even in his body anymore, and he moaned. Just a tiny, tiny thing. More like a breath suddenly escaped him and decided to make more noise than it should have. Harry couldn’t have controlled it even had he known it was coming.
The sensation was just so strange. It took a few seconds before his body could decide what it was feeling. His hole clenched on the finger inside it. For a breathtaking instant, it felt good like he couldn’t believe.
Then Mr Holmes pushed, just a little deeper, and for a moment he felt numb, like he could only understand his body’s signals with a delay when everything was so new. Suddenly, a sensation made sense and fear gripped him. His sphincter fluttered on the intrusion and he jerked, or, tried to jerk away from Mr Holmes. He didn’t even jostle him. The man shushed him and moved his finger some more. But Harry couldn’t let it go, it was serious! He couldn’t embarrass himself in such a way! He panted in distress. He couldn’t even imagine what a beating he would get for sullying the bed.
“N-no!” Mr Holmes only gripped his shoulder comfortingly. “N-nh!”
“Are you in pain?” Harry flushed even more. He pushed on the man’s shoulders as much as he dared (not a lot), and shook his head.
“No, but-!”
“Then, please, let me.” And the finger plunged in deep as it could go. Harry let out a sound as close to a scream as he could allow himself, his fingers and his toes curled without conscious thought, something flashed behind his eyes and his hips bucked. Then Mr Holmes’ digit retreated slowly and he didn’t know if he felt relieved or bereft. Either way, he didn’t have time to contemplate it, as the intrusion never actually left his body, only eased up a little before pushing in again. Not as deep as before, luckily. And now, for some reason, after losing control of his body so completely and being brought down slowly, even if there was no real let up, his mind seemed marginally clearer, enough that Harry could think about his predicament.
Slightly less flustered, the boy knew, intellectually, that something was pushing inside and not something else trying to come out. Even if previously the what-if had been sudden and jarring and his breath coming in quicker than before had made him light-headed. Regardless of this, he shouldn’t have pushed Mr Holmes like that! Ashamed and even a little scared, Harry ducked his head. It was an awkward position, as his hands were still gripping the man’s shoulders and his back was hunched uncomfortably. Still, he had no intention of letting go, or of showing his face, so he took the discomfort without a lament.
Mr Holmes made a soft, chiding sound, and moved his left hand from his bony shoulder to his chin, his grip gentle but firm as the man forced him to raise his head once more.
“Everything’s fine, Harry, trust me. And be a good boy now, don’t look away.” The boy could barely nod, so flushed he felt fevered, and stayed still when Mr Holmes moved his hand to his thigh. To his inner thigh, precisely, where he splayed his hand open and pushed so that his legs parted that much more. Harry really couldn’t feel more exposed than he already did, but the slight change of position did bring his attention to how naked, and sweaty, and close they were. Then Mr Holmes picked up the bottle, once again, and again coated his finger – and his middle finger as well, this time. Of course, it wasn’t like Harry was exactly in the right frame of mind to correctly interpret this deviation from the previously established usual, no, he understood the significance of the gesture only when the pressure at his hole slowly increased, then doubled, until something breached and it felt like the intruding fingers couldn’t possibly fit. Except they did. Just the tips, but he could almost feel that there were two different things trying to get in, even if they were tightly pressed together. The man added even more liquid from the bottle and started making slow circles with his fingers just inside his entrance, until he relaxed around the penetration. Then he pushed a little more.
And so he went on, until, before Harry knew it, Mr Holmes was rhythmically thrusting his fingers in and out, not quickly, but intently, without pause or respite and Harry had basically given up on doing anything more involved than mewling weakly and digging his blunted nails in the man’s neck. It felt overwhelming and Harry was terribly on edge. Then Mr Holmes’ other hand left his thigh and wrapped around his stiff cock so completely he ended up cradling his balls as well, pushing them against the length, and it against his belly, and Harry felt like all his energy sapped away and he could only sob and tremble under the onslaught of sensations.
The man smirked at him (not that he noticed) and moved up so he could more comfortably kiss and bite at the skin of his neck, which he did with relish. Then he took shameless advantage of the better position, he shifted so he could close Harry’s right leg between both of his and start rutting against the boy’s soft, hairless thigh, slowly and carefully, so the kid could at first barely feel the weight of his manhood heavy with blood. The man teased himself, lavishing Harry with all the pleasure he wouldn’t even know to ask for, but allowing himself only the softest touches, drinking in the child’s expressions and moans and getting off on that more than on the simple physical aspect of it and the attention his member got. The slow rhythm didn’t last long, the man’s blood was singing for release and he had never been any good at denying himself – as could be deducted by his seducing of the kid currently crying in pleasure beneath him. He planted his knees more firmly in the mattress and picked up his pace, lying more weight on the boy’s thigh, so he could unequivocally feel his hardened cock right against his flesh. Once he started properly rutting, he could barely maintain enough presence of mind to plunge his fingers in the boy’s hole, hold his cocklet in one hand and keep a morsel of the skin of his neck between his teeth without biting through. He managed purely because the thought of not giving (and getting) all the pleasure he could was unbearable.
Traces of pre-come leaked all over Harry’s thigh, leaving him sticky and gross; not that he was left any time to reflect on this, as Mr Holmes had freed his now-tender neck only to lean down and take one of his nipples between his teeth. He was oh-so-carefully rolling it with his tongue, sending what felt like electric shocks through it and right to his cock and Harry screamed and something much less thick than come, more transparent too, spurted from his hard member and now he was sticky on his belly as well. That was when Mr Holmes moaned deeply and suddenly went still, as, after what seemed like hours of rutting mindlessly against the kid’s thigh, he came generously, the strings of white come covering Harry’s soft cock and mixing with his own pre-pubescent effort on the boy’s stomach. He used the last of his strength to adjust himself, careful to collapse to the side and not to weight on the kid.
All was still for a beat.
Mr Holmes still breathed hard and rested heavily on his left forearm, trying to recover from the physical effort. Though it seemed he couldn’t keep his hands off his bed-mate. After only a few moments, he raised his right hand to the boy’s flat belly and caressed the soft skin, getting his fingers dirty and sticky by trailing them through the white mess. He was feeling high, accomplished and a little decadent as he purposefully got even more come on the tips of his fingers, then brought it to the child’s lips, painting them in white until Harry opened his mouth just enough for Mr Holmes to slip two dirty fingers inside (the same fingers he had in the boy’s ass just moments before, god) and started sucking, just like that, like the movement soothed him like it would a babe. Had he not already come that would have pushed him beyond the edge, that and the kid’s big, green eyes, bright and shining from unshed tears. There was an almost otherworldly quality to them, right at that moment when he was clearly suspended between the high and the fall of his first intense sexual experience. Or maybe he was just feeling oddly poetic in his post-orgasmic haze.
When Harry had licked off the last of their mixed come from his fingers, Mr Holmes was tempted to just keep going, clean the whole mess in the dirtiest way – but his cock was starting to twitch painfully, and, despite the stimulating view and the valiant effort of his member, he would not be coming again anytime soon. He couldn’t stop himself from thrusting his fingers a couple times more between the boy’s shining red lips, and when he finally removed them, he leaned down for a long, filthy kiss, tasting come, pre-come and even the lube directly from the boy’s mouth. He used those few moments of distraction to clean off his hand on the wrinkled towel beneath them and strained a little to shift the boy more towards one side of the bed so he could lie down in the middle. He broke the kiss and turned, moving away from Harry to find a more comfortable position.
He had barely enough time to settle himself with his back against the pillows, as the boy had already started moving to accommodate his shift while staying as close as possible. When Mr Holmes seemed to have sorted himself out, Harry gave up on any pretence of property that still stood, hugging the man’s middle and curling up half on his lap and half on the mattress, his face burrowed in Mr Holmes’ belly. He stroked from his shoulders down his back and scrawny behind, and back up his thigh. Harry trembled.
“There, there. You’ve been so good to me. So good.” Harry sobbed a little in Mr Holmes’ stomach. “Ssh, ssh. You can let it go now. I’ve got you, baby. You were so good, such a good boy.” The man never stopped petting his hair and back.
“I’m sorry.” Harry couldn’t help but slur the words, he didn’t know why he was even upset. But Mr Holmes just hushed him once more and hugged him closer, slowly pulling him up so he could enclose him better in his arms.
“No need to be, darling. Are you alright?”
“Y-yes,” Harry answered with a feeble voice without raising his head from Mr Holmes’ shoulder.
Luckily the man didn’t expect him to, perfectly happy to bask in the afterglow and cuddle to his heart’s content while the sweat and other bodily fluids dried on their bodies.

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