Harry loved to sunbathe.
His skin was becoming as if it were covered with a golden crust, and the sprawling spots on his face left a few people indifferent. Those freckles, always appearing on his skin because of sun exposure, are so small and brown.
Tom liked to gently touch them with the pads of his cold, pale fingers, which never changed color, kissing the tip of his nose.
His touch made him mollycoddle, smiling at him and softly muttering into his very lips: do you like this gege so much?
He knew it, both knew it, and no one better understood it but themselves, but he didn't deny himself the pleasure of asking to hear: it felt so good.
"I like it, doesn't this gege want to give his heart?"
His heart softened at such words, quickening, and the warmth of the touch never left him: every freckle was touched by velvet lips that those spots, like tiny sunshine, lit up.
Their breaths quickened, feeling overwhelmed, and he laughed and warm gusts of wind enveloped their figures.
"Didn't Tom take it?"
Their eyes sparkled with emotion, happiness flowed through their veins, overwhelming, and they couldn't get enough of each other.
It's always not enough.
Total.
Those kisses, those fingers on his body that are so gentle that the warm feeling inside heats up like a sunset canvas. Warm colors carpet them heads, and pleasant goosebumps run over them skin. Smooth features are flattened by scarlet and yellow hues with shimmers that embrace them. The noise from the waves pleasantly caresses the ear like a soothing melody. Such an atmosphere was very cozy, and it seemed as if the whole world was in their hands.
"You are mine."
In this second, at this moment, when there is no one else but them on the beach, on the warm sand, and they, standing chest to chest in the sea, holding hands, feeling the waves crashing against them. Laughing to give kisses, feeling their lips curve into a smile, and clinging to each other as they plunge beneath the smoothness of the water, with the sunset colors reflected on them. From the cool petals, a dark energy passes from demon to human, which, like its master, is very affectionate and warm, and which once saved his life when he tried to drown himself because of the grief of losing his sister.
From that moment on, their lives were intertwined in a series of encounters and ended in a blood contract that extends a man's life for many, many centuries. The demon treated him best, loving every aspect of him and every part of his imperfect body.
Especially those freckles, those little brown spots that he loved to kiss so much and for so long that he was rewarded with laughter and wails of "how can you do that?"
But Tom can't help it, he loved it very much, just as Harry loved sunbathing.