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Toolbox in one hand, he gripped it firmly before ringing the doorbell. Luna had warned him about his latest client. Said the bloke was pissed off and, even though he didn’t scream at her, he was the most unpleasant phone call she’d ever had.
And that was saying something.
So Harry braced himself, wiping his free hand against his denim overall. It was so hot today he wouldn’t mind getting a little wet from a broken water pipe. Not even taking his T-shirt off helped. He was still sweaty everywhere.
Everywhere.
He felt like the hairs on his chest and stomach were having their own private bath time. Nothing he was proud of but also nothing he could do about it. He used to shave it off but then one day he thought: fuck it. If a girl had a problem with his furry front, she wasn’t a girl worth keeping. He tried to balance that with hours spent at the gym and he’d thought it had worked for a while. Women surrounded him, left, right and centre, but as soon as he pulled his T-shirt off they disappeared. He used to be self-conscious about it, constantly shaving, but that was pretty demanding.. He was well-built but hairy.
Well, tough.
The door opened and Harry had to keep his mouth and toolbox from falling. In front of him there stood a lean, and thoroughly wet, pissed-off guy, likely in his late forties. But that wasn’t what drew Harry’s attention. No, it was the fact that the guy had a silk gown thrown around him, clinging to him as if it was a second skin, and he was wearing stockings. A beautiful pair of dark blue, patterned stockings with… he gulped, a garter belt?
Harry raised his head and looked properly at the face that greeted him, an apology on his lips but froze. The pissed-off look was gone, replaced by… fear? No, that couldn’t be right. Unless the man was worried that Harry would somehow… what? Hurt him? Just because he had more muscle?
“Hello, I’m Harry and I see I’m at the right place. Problems with the plumbing? Do you want me to take a look at that?” Give him an option, don’t force your way in. He was used to doing this with women when they weren’t sure if he was some abusive freak taking advantage of a situation, but something about this man made him pause and react this way.
When he only nodded, Harry smiled. “Okay, lead the way in and show me where the problem starts?”
He followed the man inside and found himself strangely disappointed that the silk gown covered his backside. He did a mental check. Since when was he interested in men’s butts? And when did he feel heat at the sight of a man in lingerie?
They ended up in his bathroom. The water was squirting out of a broken pipe, not much, but the jetstream made it difficult to see properly. He left the toolbox on the floor and got into the tub, getting wet immediately. Damn, he couldn’t see a single thing. He looked at the man.
“Can you show me where the water valve is?”
The man pointed to a little box on the wall, so Harry opened the small door leading to it and turned both valves to shut the water supply.
“Now, let’s take a proper look, shall we?” he said, beaming at the other man, once again taken in by that wet, sexy look and he decided then and there to go out tonight and pick up a chick that wouldn’t be opposed to his fur. Or he could keep his T-shirt on.
Getting into the tub again, he inspected the tiny hole in the piping. “When was the last time you had someone check the pipes?”
“Not ever since they were built.”
Harry almost slipped in the tub at the voice. The sweet and honeyed baritone was the last thing he expected to come out of the man. He hardened immediately, trying to remain calm, but that man… that man was completely taking him apart, little by little. The most confusing thing was that he didn’t understand why. How could a man, any man, even this man, have such a profound effect on him?
“There’s a hole… I mean a crack! I mean a tear! I mean… fuck. I–I’ll fix it, if you’d like? The pipe? Now?”
He saw an amused expression on the man’s face and had to fight the blush that was slowly stealing its way to his cheeks. He wasn’t a teenager anymore! But he did feel like one. Maybe he had a type when it came to men and just hadn’t really met anyone who would click?
“That would be the desirable outcome, yes.”
Fuck, that voice. That fucking hot voice. He was completely mesmerised by him. The stockings, the garter belt, the gown… the man was likely about to take a shower when the pipe failed. He was glad of the timing because otherwise, he wouldn’t have seen the stockings. But that made him pause.
What else could the man have been wearing and why was it hot to imagine him in a complete lingerie set? No, no, no, no, he couldn’t think that way. The epiphany that he liked men… or a man, apparently, was a little bit too much to deal with.
“I’ll go down on – GET DOWN! Get down on it!” Fuck! How badly could he screw up? At least he managed to get out of the bathtub safely. Because that could have been awkward.
As in, more awkward than it was now.
“I-er… need to go to my car to pick up the spare parts and better tools. I might take a while to fix this, so, er…” wank for me “do what you would usually do and I will tell you once I’m finished?”
A corner of the man’s mouth curled up and Harry only saw a blatant invitation. He had to go do his job. He could not, would not, jump this man.
He counted only two times when a woman was so attractive that he considered asking her for a phone number but he never, ever, ever wanted to jump her as much as he wanted to have this man beneath him. The stockings sliding seductively on his skin as he was pushed towards the man.
No, stop, no.
“I shall be in the living room in case you need… anything.” Harry fled to his car. He was screwed, so screwed.
That voice…
He came back to the bathroom with his new tools and managed to get the pipe out after struggling for some time - it was very old and rusty and crumbled away a little when he tried to pull it out. He had variations of pipes in his car and took a couple that looked like they would fit. His experience served him well again because he got the new pipe on the first try. Hooking it onto the system, he fixed it in place properly, making sure there were no gaps or places where the water could leak from.
Going to the shut-off valve again, he restored the water flow in the pipes and turned on the tap in the tub. The water gurgled for a couple of seconds before it began streaming through the proper channels. He smiled and looked at his watch. He’d spent more time on it than he had realised.
And he was parched.
“So-er, the leak is fixed. I changed your pipe but you might want to consider exchanging the rusty piping for an entirely new one. I think this was just the beginning. Here’s my business card in case you’d like to have me take a look.”
He watched the man nod. And then he had an epiphany.
He still hadn't changed, wearing the stockings and the belt and the fucking silk gown.
“Would you like something to drink?” he asked him, and Harry eagerly nodded.
“Please,” he let out a little desperately and watched his words have an effect on the sexy man. It was in his mouth. His lips were usually tight or curled, always very eloquent, but then, just then, they were… full, slack.
Open.
And Harry wanted to push between them.
The man thrust a glass of water at him and Harry shuddered as desire coursed through him at the unexpected contact. He drank the glass in one go, his Adam’s Apple bobbing with his swallows. He gratefully returned the glass, noticing that the man hadn't moved away from him.
“Refill?” he asked, one eyebrow raised.
Sexy. Everything about that man was sexy.
“I… I wouldn't want to impose…” he said but the older man was already shaking his head.
“No imposition at all.” Was his voice lower? Was that even possible? “You helped me fix a problem, this is the least I can do for you.”
Ah, no. There was much more the man could do for him. When he came with the glass again, Harry brushed their fingers deliberately. He was way over his head.
“I'm sorry, I must smell.”
He watched the man's pupils dilate. Oh god, it wasn't fear. And when he bit his lip, Harry's hand travelled down his front without thinking. He was getting hard and wanted to fix that.
So the man wouldn't notice.
But his eyes followed Harry's hand just as Harry cupped himself.
“You don't. Not to me.”
Harry gasped, his hand still on his crotch, and felt his cock jump in his hold. How could he say that? He was sweaty, panting, furry…
“I… I…”
“Hm?” Fuck, that went straight to his balls.
He didn't know what to do or what to say. The man had robbed him completely of any logical thought. He only wanted and craved. Mostly the stockinged legs around his waist or head…
“I've never been interested in men before,” he exhaled.
“And yet,” the other man replied.
“And yet I can't think about anything else but your legs wrapped around me as I fuck you.”
The man's eyes widened in pleasure and the mouth, the mouth opened more to allow a single moan to escape.
“You're very forward.”
“And you're very sexy. I've never done this. I've seen porn so many times but nothing compares to this… this need I feel for you.”
The man stepped closer to him, his body touching his and Harry gasped. “Then take me.”
“Fuck!” He tried to get away but his body wasn't listening, the prick in his hand was as hard as rock and his thoughts were focused on one thing only. “Will you… ah, will you guide me?”
“Yes.” The hand on his cock was taken in the man's as he led him to the bedroom.
“Wait! Wait, I… I need a shower, I–”
“You don't.” The command in his tone was clear.
“I'm… I'm very… hairy,” he whispered.
He was pulled into a room dominated by a double bed. “I know. I can see that.”
Harry gasped at the desire in the older man's eyes. Maybe… maybe it was alright. This man wanted him.
And Harry wanted him in return. “I'm Harry.”
The man slid one strap of the overall down his shoulder, before doing the same to the other one, slowly, down over Harry’s biceps, then the floppy upper part came down, revealing more of his furry chest, farther down his forearms, revealing his stomach until it hung loose, his arms free.
His upper body naked and exposed.
“Severus,” he said and put both of his palms on his chest and caressed him in a wide stroke. Then the hands were back and fingers threaded through the curls and hairs, pulling, flattening, carding through it in such an obvious enjoyment and desire that Harry felt empowered. This man, Severus, wanted him as he was; naked, furry, sweaty, bulky and he keened.
“May I… may I touch you?” asked Harry eagerly.
Severus only took his hand in his and placed it on his gown-covered chest. Harry took an unconscious step closer and slid his hands between the folds of the gown, pulling it apart, finally revealing the body beneath it.
He was wrong. He was so wrong. It wasn’t women’s lingerie.
It was men’s.
And that made it all the more hotter.
“You’re gorgeous,” he said, unable to stop himself now, sliding his big hands over the skin of the lean man. He took the gown off, leaving him naked in just the garter belt, the stockings, and underwear that cupped his cock just so. “Utterly gorgeous.” The gown fell to the floor and Harry craved more. His hands were all over the body before him, checking, touching, stroking, luxuriating in the alabaster skin, and he wondered how he had never been attracted to this before.
Surely, he must have met someone, a man who would arouse him so?
Harry pressed him against his body, slid one hand to his long hair, and brought their mouths together. He swallowed the gasp as well as the prodding tongue, completely overwhelmed by the smell of the older man. Fresh, sweet, and consuming. He listened to the gasps and hitched breathing and grew even harder if that was possible.
“I want to suck your cock and I want your thighs around my head.” Harry climbed up on the bed and settled on it. Severus waited a little before he sashayed to him, crawling above his body, kissing him, before moving up farther, hovering above Harry.
“Are you sure?”
But Harry didn’t hesitate. He grabbed Severus by the hips and brought the cloth-covered cock to his face, taking a deep sniff and nuzzling his face in it. There was nothing more dirty than this and he couldn’t care less. There was a hand in his hair, keeping him doing what he was doing and his whole body quivered with need.
He brought his hands up, and caressed the thighs, enjoying the feel of the stockings, before he gently moved the cloth from the cock aside, allowing the erection to bob free and he moaned, licking the head on instinct.
Severus hissed, the hand in his hair gripped him more harshly and Harry brought the man’s hips closer with his other hand, bringing that cock inside his mouth.
It was big, bigger than he expected. He had to open his mouth wider than that to take it in. It was soft, silky, hot, and hard, and Harry moaned around it, swallowed, prodded it with his tongue, sucked, licked, and bobbed.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” the litany of swear words was wonderful, the voice adding a layer to the sexiness, making it almost unbearable. The thighs closed around his ears and his hands went automatically to the stockings, caressing, scratching gently with his nails to not destroy them. He moaned around the cock and wasn’t that amazing? He had a cock in his mouth, a very hard, very manly cock and he enjoyed himself.
Severus pulled out, panting, whimpering at the loss and Harry wondered why he didn’t finish in him, he had a craving for that come. “I don’t… I can’t… last like that. You… can’t convince me you’ve never sucked anyone before.”
“No, you’re the first man I ever wanted to feel in my mouth. Why didn’t you finish? I wanted to taste you…”
“Oh, god.” He climbed off him, and Harry wished he hadn’t. “I want to see you naked and I…” His eyes sparkled with desire and arousal. “And I want you inside me.”
Harry sat up. “You want me to fuck you? In the arse. Fuck. You’ll let me… let me fuck you?” He put his hand reverently on the scintillating arse. “Turn around.” What he saw made his cock jump. Severus was wearing a thong, his arsecheeks on display, and the straps from the belt taut wonderfully over the globes. Harry caressed them both, kneeling behind the man, whose arse was jutting in his direction.
“You have a wonderful arse.” He kneaded the globes in his palms, his fingers tracing the straps. “Such a gorgeous man, you are. Severus.” He slapped one arsecheek gently and luxuriated in the gasp. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you.” He gave the other arsecheek the same treatment. “Fuck yeah. Could have you over my knees like an errand boy, having you squirm in my lap, your hard cock digging into me.” He slapped them both and Severus moaned.
Such a perfect sound.
“Can you take the knickers off and leave the garter belt on?”
Severus turned to him. “Why don’t you do that for me, Harry?”
Harry grabbed his head and kissed him. “I could do that.” He threw Severus on his back on the bed and crawled over him. He saw the heat, watched the tense body below him, and knew. Severus wanted a man and Harry was the epitome of one for him. “Do you like it rougher?”
“I’d like you to show me your strength but I do not care for pain or humiliation.”
“Neither do I.” He grabbed the thong and pulled it down gently, carefully, to not hurt him or damage the underwear.
“Undress for me, Harry, I want to see you.” He got up from the bed and pulled his overall all the way down. “Your boxers, too.” He did, and he was partially afraid of Severus’s reactions and partially exhilarated by the fact that someone could actually want him. “Come here.” Harry crawled back on the bed, over Severus who couldn’t likely help himself anymore and touched Harry everywhere he could reach: his furred chest, stomach, his biceps, he squeezed his arse, making Harry jut forward, and then he grasped his cock. Harry grunted and began fucking the fist. “Have me. There’s lube in that bedside table. I don’t have condoms, though, will that be a problem? I am clean, I test myself regularly, and I’m very careful.”
Harry grinned cheekily, sliding out of the tempting hand. “Not expected to get laid today? I test myself, too. One can never be careful.”
Severus raised himself on his elbows. “Then fuck me, Harry. Make me feel your cock in my stomach, make me crave you more than I do now.”
Harry kissed him. Severus was overwhelming, he had such presence even dressed in lingerie as he was. One had to admire such strength. Leaning over him to rummage in the drawer for the lube, he found a tube and popped it open. This, he was very familiar with.
“What do I do?”
“Open me up for you,” he said, squeezing Harry’s cock. “This has to fit. Start with one finger and work your way up to three. I will let you know when I’m ready for you to enter me.”
“Crap, yeah, lemme.” Severus turned onto his stomach. “What are you doing?”
“You don’t want to have me from behind?”
Harry blushed at that image. It wasn’t unpleasant, but… “I want to see you. I need to see you. I’m sure I’ll want to kiss you too. I also want you to know who’s fucking you.”
Severus stroked the fur on his chest. “Trust me, I do know.”
“Good, then lie back on your back and spread your legs for me, Severus.”
The older man fell down on the bed with a gasp and did as Harry asked. Such a wonderful picture. Why did Harry think he was straight? He poured lube on his fingers and immediately thrust one inside the man. Severus threw his head back and arched up.
“Yeah, gorgeous, come on, fuck my finger, that’s it, show me how much you want this.” Severus moaned, hips undulating and raising up and down on that single finger and Harry would have gladly watched him all day long. Harry gave him another finger as the muscles around him were slowly easing. Severus watched him, moaning. With each movement, Harry felt more and more secure in what he was doing, as if he was meant to be doing this his whole life. Stilling Severus’s hips, he inserted the third finger inside him and let go of the hips, allowing Severus to move as he pleased, caressing the spread leg from the ankle to the balls and back down. “That’s it, gorgeous, are you ready? Are you ready for my fat cock?”
“YES!” Harry refused to be thrown off by that scream, welcoming the current of desire washing through him. He spread more lube on his cock and positioned himself at Severus’s entrance.
“Beg me, gorgeous.”
“Fuck me already! Let me feel you! So empty, so fucking empty…”
Harry was mad with desire. “I will, I’ll give it to you good, just let me in, let me inside you, Severus, let me make you feel good.”
The older man moaned loudly when Harry entered him. Severus was well-prepared; Harry slid all the way inside without much trouble.
He braced his forearms next to Severus, effectively ensconcing him in his embrace, surrounding the lean man with his body mass, enjoying the protective cocoon he had him in. No woman had ever made him feel like that. He was always conscious of his role as a man there, afraid he would suffocate the petite body, never wanting to feel like a predator. But with Severus, he only felt like a secure blanket, like he was finally welcome where he was.
The stockinged legs wrapped around his waist and he lost himself in the lovemaking. Despite his words, he took the man gently, slowly, sliding carefully in and out, enjoying this submission of his to the fullest. Severus’s hands were on his back to keep him where he was, on his chest to card through the fur, or on his butt forcing him to move. He felt cherished, he felt wanted, he felt desired.
Severus moaned at a particularly hard thrust and Harry began to move faster. “That’s it, gorgeous, sing for me, let me hear that voice of yours, let me hear how much you’re enjoying what I’m doing to you.” Harry began grunting with the effort. He was glad for the hours spent at the gym, glad for his muscles which were able to help him through this, to give this man everything he had. Severus let out a soft cry. “Yes! Sing, gorgeous, sing!”
Harry was almost on the edge, it wouldn’t take long and he would fall, so he wound one hand around Severus’s cock and began pumping, sweeping his thumb on the head. Severus arched against him, shouting in ecstasy and Harry pumped his fist, fucked his arse, and saw stars only moments later, shouting his completion into Severus’s neck.
The cock in his hand twitched, hardened even more and then Severus gripped his back and hair and flew off the bed into his arms, his mouth in silent oh.
Harry had never had a dry orgasm but he could swear that’s what happened when Severus came.
He withdrew gently and fell on his back, trying to calm his breathing. This was the wildest ride he’d ever been on and he did count the roller coaster in Disneyland.
Severus next to him snorted and rolled onto his side, facing him, his fingers playing with the hairs on the front of Harry’s body. “I never would have guessed that the best sex I’ve ever had would be with a straight man.”
Harry chuckled. “I think you converted me.”
“Did I now?” His eyes flashed with something hot and forbidden. “No straight man can fuck a guy like that.” Harry brought their mouths together and kissed the gorgeous man. He must have been correct. Usually, straight guys weren’t so welcoming or enthusiastic. What an eye-opener. “No straight man can kiss a guy like that,” whispered Severus seductively.
“You may be right.” Harry looked at his watch. “Shit! I have to go, I promised Herm– my friend that I would come and babysit her kid.” He hurried quickly from the bed and looked at himself. He had Severus’s come on his hairy stomach and his cock was covered in his own spend. “Shit, I can’t go to her like that.”
“Do you want to use my newly-fixed bathroom?” Severus sat up, watching Harry greedily.
“No, she lives close to me. I’ll go home and change. Need to get this overall washed anyway, this is as good an excuse as any.” He put on all his clothes, hooked his arms in the overall, and hurried to Severus to kiss him passionately one last time. “You have my business card. Stay in touch. We’ll talk later, okay?”
He waited for the nod before he left the house in a hurry, almost forgetting to collect his toolbox and additional stuff he brought from the car. Throwing it in the back seat, he drove home, thinking about the afternoon he spent with Severus. God, the sex was… A heatwave coursed through his body and he shivered.
That was definitely happening again.
He took a shower, changed into something more appropriate, with a T-shirt this time, and hopped in his car to get to his friend.
“Harry!” she hugged him. He was very, very glad he took that shower. “Thank you for showing up. Rose is still napping so let me know if she wakes up grumpy and I’ll come back home, okay?”
“No worries, Hermione, she loves me, we’ll be fine.”
She gave him a kiss on the cheek. “We’ll talk later, okay?” she told him and left for her date with her husband. Harry smiled at her, giving her a thumbs up.
What a story he had to tell her.
His phone buzzed and he took it out of his pocket to read the text.
Hello Harry, I’m afraid that as soon as you are available, I shall require your services. There seems to be an empty… pipe that needs filling and I heard you have the best… equipment to fix that sort of thing. No need to bring any tools, I shall provide everything. Severus
Harry smiled, heat warming his cheeks and he bit his lip at the suggestive message. He could make a second stop at the man’s house. After all, he was a very good plumber.
