2 Become 1
This is it, the night has finally arrived, Tom’s prayers are finally being answered, he had been imagining this night for an uncomfortably long time, he and Haddy had been discussing this highly anticipated occasion for weeks and had finally decided tonight is the night, where two become one (well that’s how Haddy phrased it).
They had decided to lose their virginities to each other on a night that is special to them both, what better date than their one-year anniversary. Although Tom was desperate to finally fuck his boy so hard they both see stars, he was glad that their choice to have sex for the first time on their anniversary, meant that Haddy would be sixteen when he is finally de-virgin-ised. Haddy being over the age of consent should surly mean something to Death when the entity eventually finds out about Tom deflowering his precious son, shouldn’t it? It’s a moot point anyway, seeing as they would end up having sex months before Haddy’s sixteenth birthday. Oops. Turns out they had a difference of opinion on when exactly their relationship started, Tom classed the beginning of their relationship as Haddy’s absolutely adorable public revelation of their romantic entanglement at the start of his boy’s Fourth Year. Turns out Haddy believed their relationship started at the moment of their first kiss, at the end of Haddy’s Third Year. Tom would be terrified that they were now planning to have sex before Haddy’s birthday and thus potentially incur the wrath of an immortal, time-traveling, overprotective father, except A) Tom got his dick wet sooner, and B) if Haddy ever found out Tom didn’t know the date of their anniversary, Lord Peverell wouldn’t be needed, Haddy would murder Tom in his sleep.
So, there they were, mere weeks before the end the school year, ready to guide each other through this life-changing experience for the very first time. They had decided on Tom’s dorm room as the place to lose their virginities, they had briefly considered Haddy’s empty dorm for the privacy it would afford them, until Tom reluctantly admitted that all the yellow in the room made him nauseous. Plus, Tom’s dorm mates are accustomed to seeing Haddy sleeping in Tom’s bed, if Tom closes the bed curtains and casts a silencing spell over the frame, they’d never suspect a thing. So that’s what they do.
The spells were cast (covertly of course), the curtains drawn, the candle set in the alcove above Tom’s bed was lit, the small but powerful light illuminating Tom and Haddy’s semi-clothed figures as they writhe in each other’s embrace, sharing heated, love filled glances, trailing lips and fingers alike over each other’s bodies, worshipfully caressing the person they each knew would be a part of their heart, forevermore.
“Fuck Haddy I’ve been fantasising about your tight arse for years!”
Of course, they’re also teenage boys.
Tom was panting desperately, they had been making out for over half an hour now, and the majority of Tom and Haddy’s clothes were strewn about on the bed, thrown there after franticly being torn of each other’s bodies, this is the furthest they’ve ever gotten before, Tom’s never even seen his boy naked and vice versa. The sight of Tom’s boy so flush with arousal and semi naked sends warning signals to Tom’s cock, telling him he needs to slow down or their first time is going to go a lot faster than either of them want.
Tom reluctantly pulls away from where he had let his body push Haddy into the mattress and squints his eyes shut, clenching and unclenching his fists in a rhythmic manner, trying to get himself under control. Haddy, the little minx, realises what he is doing and giggles at his boyfriend’s torment.
When Tom opens his eyes again, he sees Haddy reclining back on fluffed up pillows, fluttering his eyelashes and smirking mischievously, all whilst playing with the neckline of the blue baby doll lingerie he had surprised (read: ambushed) his boyfriend with. Noticing Tom’s hooded eyes were back on him, Haddy seductively arches his back, pushing his barely covered chest unto Tom’s uncovered one, letting out an almost inaudible mewl at the same time. Tom’s self-control is legendry, but nobody could resist that almost pornographic display, so the Slytherin returns to pressing frantic kisses to Haddy’s lips before trailing his own lips and tongue down Haddy’s neck and collarbone.
Voice husky with arousal, Tom asks, “So, how do you want this Sweetheart?”
Haddy moans as Tom plucks at his boys spaghetti string strap, gently pushing it of Haddy’s shoulder, between pressing short but firm kisses to the Hufflepuff’s shoulder, Tom muses out loud, “Hands and knees will be easier for your first time but I have to say, I think there is something romantic about staring into your eyes as I fuck into you slow and deep.”
Tom abandons Haddy’s shoulder, tilting his head, going back in for a slow and sensual kiss but just before his lips meet Haddy’s, his mouth ends up pressing into the palm of his boyfriend’s hand.
Tom reopens his eyes and unpuckers his lips, raising his eyebrows in confusion at the boy under him, who is looking up at Tom with an indignant and offended expression on his face.
Tom pulls his face back slightly so he can see his boy more clearly, “What? What’s wrong Sweetheart?” Tom leans up further on his elbows, scrutinising Haddy’s expression.
Haddy huffs, pushing himself up from his reclined position, dislodging Tom in the process. The Slytherin windmills his arms, trying to keep his balance before hastily pulling the sheet over his lower half covering his rock-hard erection and desperately trying to figure out where he went wrong so he can go back to taking Haddy’s cherry. The younger boy watches this happen with a pout, arms crossed over his chest, the adorable image doing nothing to dissuade Tom’s ‘excitement’.
Tom uncomfortably kneels next to Haddy’s leg, gently stroking his hand up and down Haddy’s calf, like trying to soothe a skittish pet, “What’s wrong? Talk to me Sweetheart, what did I do wrong?”
Haddy huffs again but Tom can tell the soothing caress was wearing him down, just when Tom thought he wouldn’t get an answer and he’ll be going to sleep unsatisfied, Haddy opens his mouth, “Why do you assume I’ll be the one on the bottom?”
Tom opens and closes his mouth in utter confusion, almost unable to stop from looking down at himself, then towards Haddy, and back again. Haddy’s half-confused, half-upset expression shifted back into indignant anger, “Oh, so that’s how it is, is it?”
Haddy starts gesticulating wildly, causing the neckline of the baby doll slip to-and-fro, exposing and then hiding a rosy pink nipple in a continuous loop of torment, which is probably why Tom was struggling to concentrate on Haddy’s furious exclamations.
“You think that because I’m small I should always bottom? You heightest JERK!”
The sweet faint pink blush of arousal that had been colouring Haddy’s cheeks had darkened to a fierce red flush of anger. Tom rapidly shakes his head in answer to Haddy’s question, but Haddy wasn’t done there, “Is it because I’m younger and there is an inherent power dynamic that comes with our age difference?” Haddy continues, “Because if so, I have to warn you I grew up with a very stable and loving father figure so I will never be into Daddy kink or age play!”
Tom gulps at that, whether at the thought he’ll never be able to hear Haddy call him Daddy or imagining Death’s reaction if he ever heard Haddy call Tom Daddy, was unknown. However, Tom never once paused shaking his head in disagreement to what the Hufflepuff was saying.
Haddy gets a thoughtful expression on his face before disappointment overtakes his features, “Is it because I’m feminine? Cause I’ve already told you that assigning gender roles in a gay relationship is just homophobia disguised as acceptance and I can’t date an undercover homophobe, it’s bad for the skin.”
Haddy finally stops talking long enough for Tom to find his voice and hopefully get this night back on track, “Okay Sweetheart, okay, I hear you.” Tom sighs loudly, contemplating his decision for mere seconds before grudgingly saying, “I, uh, I guess we can try it both ways?”
Haddy squeals, excitedly clapping his hands and clambering on top of Tom’s lap and kissing him enthusiastically. Tom is just about to relax and let Little Tom come out to play when Haddy seductively whispers in his ear, “Don’t worry Tommy, your gonna love getting fucked by my slightly below average cock.”
‘You know what’, Tom thought to himself as Haddy lightly bit and sucked on his Adam’s apple, ‘weirder things have happened.’
Three hours later, a very naked Haddy and a very naked Tom were lay side by side, slightly dishevelled but largely unfazed, each of them staring bemusedly up at the ceiling, both of them absolutely baffled on what they should do now. Finally, Tom turns to Haddy who had his eyebrows furrowed in frustration.
“Don’t be upset Haddy, that felt… nice.” This remark cause Haddy’s pout to become even more pronounced.
The Hufflepuff exhales heavily, still staring at the ceiling, Haddy raises his voice into an almost shout, “Ugh, I know… it was okay!”
Tom shuffles closer to Haddy, taking the younger boys face in his hand and smoothing out the angry wrinkle between Haddy’s furrowed eyebrows, “Then why are you so upset Darling?”
Haddy finally meets Tom’s eyes and the Slytherin can see that have become slightly red-rimmed. Finally, the younger boy says, “It was just okay, that is the problem! Whereas, at the start when you topped, it felt like a literal religious experience, like, I literally saw God, which is pretty amazing since my Daddy says he’s a very reclusive guy!” Haddy starts gesturing like crazy so Tom takes advantage of his boy’s distraction to pull him closer and curl his arm around Haddy’s shoulder.
“Okay?” Tom questions, confused as to why Haddy seems so upset at the absolutely awe inspiring sex they had mere hours ago.
Haddy arches his neck up so that they can speak face to face and Tom can see the incredulity still etched on his expression, “Don’t you get it Tom?”
Tom shakes his head in bafflement, Haddy takes that as an invitation to continue, “I’m a cliché,” Haddy yells, “I’m a twink, a babygirl, a Goddamn uncontroversial version of James Charles!”
Haddy pouts again before relaxing into Tom’s hold, “I told Santa that all I wanted for Christmas this year is to be a phenomenal Top.” Even quieter, Haddy mumbles, “Big, red, bastard must be ignoring my voicemails again.”
Tom desperately tries to smother his chuckles at Haddy’s adorable but misinformed belief that his boy could ever be an above average Top. Taking a few calming breaths, knowing that if he laughed in a moment like this Haddy would probably Crucio him, Tom kisses the top of his boy’s head and starts trying to reassure him, “Sweetheart, there’s nothing wrong with liking certain things in bed. What we do, or don’t do, when were together, shouldn’t be affected by other people’s opinions. I am devoted to you because of who you are, not which stereotype you belong to.”
Tom doesn’t think he’s ever said so many words in such a short span of time but looking down into Haddy’s eyes which were shinning up at Tom as if he’s the most perfect being in the universe, Tom knew that it was definitely worth it.
Haddy lets out a wet sounding giggle, smiling up at Tom mischievous and beguiling, eyes shimmering in the candlelight, “Aww Tommy, now I know your stereotype, you’re the cliché person that goes all mushy and soft after sex.”
Haddy carries on giggling before reaching his hand up to wipe the tears of joy off his own face. All of a sudden, the laughter stops, Haddy is staring down at the droplet of water collected on his fingertip. Haddy looks between the fingertip and Tom’s face for several seconds before flicking the droplet in Tom’s direction, expression communicating nothing but self-disgust.
“Eww Tommy! You’ve turned me into the cliché person that cries after sex!”
Haddy gets up from his reclined position against Tom’s shoulder, “Sweet baby Jesus, I can’t deal with this!”
Haddy wandlessly unseals the curtains, the drapes billowing open, naked and unashamed, Haddy frustratedly storms out of the dorm room, muttering the whole way, “A stereotype, he’s turned ME into a STEREOTYPE!”
If Tom wasn’t so tired and well sated, he’d be hurrying after him, Tom sits up but allows himself to recline against the headboard, his white sheet slipping down his sculpted naked body, ‘five minutes’ Tom thinks to himself, ‘I’ll go after him in five minutes’.
“Did you have a good night My Lord?” Tom slits his eyes open to see Lestrange smirking at him from his bed opposite Tom’s, a huge tome was resting across his knees and a candle was flickering at his bedside.
Tom huffs before closing his eyes again. “You better find someone to erase that memory Lestrange because if by tomorrow you still know what Haddy looks like naked I will Obliviate you so hard you’ll become a permanent resident of the Janus Thickey Ward.” He said calmly.
Tom smirks when he hears Lestrange’s frantic footsteps running to Orion’s bed and shaking the disgruntled boy awake. Two more minutes, then Tom will go find his boy. As he hears the Obliviate being cast and feels the pleasurable burning in his muscles from two hours of fantastic sex and one hour of okay sex, Tom decides that this night, this night has definitely been his best yet.