Harry the Harlot

I can hear the clock inside, it\'s ticking and tocking.

Multiples [Reprise Remix] - Atmosphere



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"I\'m failing French. I don\'t understand it. Je ne sais pas."



"surely you\'re being overdramatic," the unspoken as usual was implied. "even I\'m not failing that class, Lottie."



"well, meet someone who is."



Keen signed and crawled over to Lottie, laying his head on the warm lap and wrapping his arms around slim hips. his muffled "what\'s the problem" could be heard, and it created a nice little puff of hot air onto Harry\'s body.



"well all these verbs, and imparfait, and passé composé and it\'s just all muddled together to me."



"well do you at least know the basics?"



"no," Harry wailed dramatically, slumping over onto Keen\'s back.



this could be... problematic, Keen thought to himself.



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"Ma soeur est tombée," Keen said slowly and clearly, hoping Lottie would be able to decipher something as easy as that.



"oh, easy!" Harry said, beaming. "My mouse is tumbled down a well!"



Keen smiled softly, and slowly explained that "no, honey, this means my sister fell down."

the heartbroken face with eyes too ashamed to meet his own was unbearable.



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"c\'mere," Keen whispered, cooing softly and Harry crawled and awkwardly sat in his lap. Keen gently rocked, and while he did so, he hummed or whispered or softly sung anything that came to mind, and Harry was sort of crying, but it wasn\'t as bad as it could\'ve been, and Keen smiled down at him and wiped up some tears and he sucked them into his mouth from his fingertips.



"everything is going to be fine, alright? I know my stuff, and I say everything is going to be amazingly good."



Harry nodded softly, pressing his face up against where Keen\'s heart could be found, and Keen knew it was going to be a long, long night. but oddly, he didn\'t mind.



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"yes, madam, je sais c\'est très late, et je ne care pas." mumblemumble "look, my step-brother, yes, Harry," mumblemumble "oh, don\'t you dare go there, madam. I will not stand for this. he is in our room, crying himself silly," Keen\'s fingers were sort of crossed, so it was all good, "yes, he\'s crying himself silly right now, muttering French phrases under his breath and, and, it\'s très triste!" mumblemumble, "yes, yes, I know it\'s frowned upon, but just one more day, please, madam, I really think this will help him," mumble, "oh, merci beaucoup, madam, merci beaucoup!"



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Lottie mumbled something when Keen got in bed, but he didn\'t wake up, and Keen was thankful. Lottie needed all the sleep he could get to be prepared for the hardcore studying they were going to be doing tomorrow.



Keen scooted back \'til Lottie was spooned up behind him, and then he yanked an unsuspecting arm around his waist and scooted around some more, and he mumbled some jumbled up prayers, and he was sort of restless, so he scooched this way and that, until finally, finally, he felt he could get some sleep.



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"Keen, Keen!" frantic yelling hit his ear.



"ugh, what? what!" hands were grabbing at him, and he sleepily hit them away.



"it\'s the exam today! c\'mon, exam! we\'re late! why didn\'t you wake me up! you knew my mom was gonna be gone! Keenkeenkeen!"



"oh fuck, Lottie, go back to sleep. I called madam, mmm, mmm," he drooled a bit into the pillow and was quick on the journey back to sleep.



Harry, for his part, stared, uncomprehending. Keen had called madam? so he didn\'t have to take the exam now? he could do it tomorrow? unheard of! Madam Fuckface was one of the toughest, evilest, cruelest teachers ever! and Keen had, had gotten her to let them take the exam tomorrow.



he looked at Keen with love-soaked eyes. he knew he was going to cry.



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when Keen woke up, it was not to the usual method of getting up: being used as a rubbing post in which the incessantly horny Lottie always needed, or to the blaring alarm clock which went off promptly at 7:12AM every week day. instead, it was just because he wasn\'t sleeping anymore. there was really no cause.



he got up, blinking and wiping drool from his mouth and onto his shirt. he got out of bed, and since he had to go potty, he did. and then he washed his hands, and went into the kitchen, only to nearly faint.



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"hey babe, good morning." if Harry could have been wearing an emoticon, it would\'ve been the giant happy-faced one.



Keen peered closely at the boy sitting at the table. he resembled Lottie, with his slightly crooked nose and messy brown hair and sparkling green eyes. but seriously, no. "Harry?"



"oui, c\'est moi!"



Keen glanced at the clock. 11:43AM. dare he think it... Had Lottie been studying?



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"so, I woke up when, well, I just stayed up after I realized we were sort of late, but not really, the alarm clock went off, and I thought you would get it, but you didn\'t, so I turned it off, and went back to sleep, and then woke up a few minutes later. and then I studied!" Harry was beaming ear to ear, so proud of himself, and Keen couldn\'t help the little laugh that came out of his mouth.



"I am très proud of you," Keen murmured, walking over to the table and sitting in his most favourite person in the whole wide world’s lap.



"good, because I think I deserve les bonbons."



"candy?"



"well, a reward, at least."



Keen grinned, "that can be managed."



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it was a hungry kiss, because it had been at least twelve hours since they had done anything, and that was really too much time to go without some sort of assisted release, so when lips met lips it was hungry and devouring.



"mm, I kept wanting to go in there, and, and, molest you while you slept," Harry groaned into Keen\'s mouth, and they were still sitting on the chair in the kitchen, except Keen was facing towards Harry, and was grinding into Harry\'s tummy while the friction gave something good to Harry too.



"so hot, I wish you would\'ve," and really, hands-on was much better, Keen thought as both mouths licked and sucked at each other, and he reached down a hand and scooted back a bit so he could reach a cock, and the jeans Harry was wearing were already open, so obviously something had happened, and Harry\'s blush sort of admitted, yes, yes, I did jack off watching you sleep and came all over one of your shirts because I didn\'t want to use my own. but Keen didn\'t mind.



Keen took the cock into his hand, and he knew just what to do, caressing it up and down and- then there was a hand going down the back of his pjs, and a wet finger was sort of teasing his puckered opening, and he arched back onto it, but it was risky because he was already about to fall off, but Lottie wouldn\'t let him fall.



"I wanna take you sososo bad, babe," Harry groaned, and he was parodying his own desires with a spitty finger.



"next time, next time, promise," Keen growled out, biting Harry\'s neck and that finger tantalizingly thrust in and out, so slowslowslow and Keen was pushing back on it, but Harry wouldn\'t do anything about it until Keen bit harder than was nice, and then it was goodgood. Keen\'s hand soon had Harry orgasming, but Harry wouldn\'t use his own hand on Keen, which Keen found annoying and mean, so he tried to, but then Harry stopped the finger thrusting and he liked that too so Keen was all "pleasepleaseplease."



"don\'t touch yourself."



"Lottie, fuck, c\'mon," whining.



"no."



but once Keen started pouting, but not touching himself, the finger resumed, and Keen realized what Harry was doing, and it made him blush even while it sort of made him feel even more aroused. he\'s gonna make me cum from just that finger.



and, Harry did.