In Which Harry's Ass is Grass (And Tom's Gonna Mow It)
So...Operation-Traveling-Back-In-Time-To-Save-Tom-Riddle™ was actually working, although for Harry, it was more like Operation-Seduce-Tom-Riddle™. Still. He had to get closer to the Slytherin somehow. It was for the welfare of the wizarding world!
Ever since the Slutty Bunny incident, Tom was much more forward, making flirty comments and smirking at Harry at the cafe...because he knew. He knew the most intimate things about Harry, the way his body felt wrapped around him, the moans he made when he came - Tom knew them, and no one else did. And that made Tom very, very pleased, in a possessive sort of way.
But this was like a chess game. If Tom had made a move, Harry needed to respond with a move of his own. Nothing had been initiated between them since that day they humped each other to orgasm in the alleyway outside the cafe… oh Merlin. Even the memory of it made Harry blush.
But. Harry needed to make a move. He needed to assert his control...he needed to play this dangerous game. And he needed to win.
Even if one of the playing pieces was his own body...his own feelings...he would do it. For the wizarding world!
That is why Harry decided it was time to take matters into his own hands. He summoned his Gryffindor courage and went to Borgin and Burkes just as Tom was closing up the shop for the day, wrapped up in a thick cloak - courtesy of Katrina, of course.
“Hey, Harriet,” Tom greeted him behind the counter, eyes twinkling when he saw Harry. “What are you doing here?”
Harry had practiced this before - he knew what he had to say to seduce Riddle. Or at least...he thought he knew what to say… “Since you’re done for the day, can I come up to your apartment?” he asked feebly, noticing the way curiosity flickered in Tom’s dark eyes. “...For a cup of tea,” he added innocuously.
Understanding filled Tom’s eyes, and he smirked, leaning down over Harry. “Just tea?”
Harry couldn’t help but inhale Tom’s scent...he smelled like old books and soap and vanilla, and there was a sheen of sweat on his brow, from working so vigorously at Borgin and Burkes. His curls were slightly messy, but Harry almost loved this look more than his perfectly coiffed waves. Tom was wearing muggle clothes again - that same loose white button-down shirt, tucked into the same black trousers. But Harry could see his collarbones from where it was unbuttoned, could see the sweat glistening on them...he wanted to lick them, mark them as Tom had marked him -
Nope, nope. Not now - not yet! “Yeah,” Harry said, gulping nervously, “Just...tea.”
Tom smiled as he wiped his hands on his apron and pulled it off - and oh God, why was that so sexy? Get a grip, Harry! Stop thirsting!
Then, Tom leaned forward and caged Harry against the counter, one arm on either side of the smaller boy. “You know, Harry,” he whispered, breath tickling Harry’s ear, “If you want something...you just have to ask for it.”
Harry felt heat uncurl in his stomach, but no! It was Harry’s turn to seduce, not Tom’s. Harry had to win! “I am asking,” he replied, keeping his voice as steady as he could, “So are you going to take me up to your apartment, or not?”
Tom grinned, perfect dimples making an appearance. “I’ll lead the way.”
The walk up to Tom’s apartment was so filled with tension...but it gave Harry a few precious moments to think. Admittedly, Harry had never done this before. He was still a virgin, having only kissed one other person before (thanks, Cho Chang). So it was natural for a...sexual amateur like him to take the backseat in the bedroom. But this situation wasn’t natural at all. It was a game, and Harry had to take control of it, before Tom did -
But as soon as they entered the apartment, Tom pressed him against the door and his mouth was on him - on his lips, on his jaw, down his neck. The pull between them sparked so wonderfully, but -
“Tom,” Harry cried, and it was supposed to be admonishing, supposed to be angry, but it came out so breathless and strained. “S-stop, wait…”
Tom immediately stopped, a frown creasing his brow. “What’s wrong?”
Harry bit his lower lip. “I haven’t even taken off my coat yet,” he said.
Tom laughed a little. “Oh, right...you should get comfortable…” He held his hand out expectantly to take Harry’s coat and hang it up. What a gentleman.
Grinning to himself, Harry slowly unbuttoned his coat, and Tom’s eyes widened as he saw what was underneath.
Harry was only wearing two things - a bralette and a pair of panties. The bralette was made of black lace and left his collar bones exposed, and the panties hugged his hips so snugly…
“Well?” Harry asked tentatively, throwing his coat aside and playing with a lock of his hair. “Do you like it?”
Tom groaned, wrapping an arm around Harry’s exposed waist. “You’re spoiling me, Harry,” he whispered, gaze growing dark, “You’re utterly spoiling me.”
Harry knew, now, that he had the upper hand. He grinned and pushed Tom down on the bed, taking the older boy unawares. “Well,” Harry said coyly, getting down on his knees, “You deserve to get spoiled once in a while, Tom.”
Tom made a noise of surprise. “Harry, what are you -”
And Harry looked up at Tom, through his lashes, batting his eyes a little for effect, and pressed a kiss to the bulge in Tom’s trousers.
Tom moaned, his cock twitching as Harry continued to tease him, just with palming him through his trousers. Then, when Tom’s moans grew louder and more desperate, he finally obliged and pulled Tom’s cock free from his trousers and underwear.
Harry wrapped his lips around the pink head of Tom’s cock, tonguing the slit where precum had beaded generously. He just gently sucked the head for a few moments, before sliding the whole length into his mouth, bobbing up and down. Tom looked down at him, locking gazes, and Harry held his gaze, even as he ran his tongue teasingly down the bulging vein over his length. Tom made a keening, desperate noise at that, and wrapped his fingers in Harry’s hair, pulling harshly. Oh, no. That wouldn’t do. Harry wasn’t going to let Tom take control in this situation, even if Harry was the one on his knees.
Harry slid Tom’s cock from his lips with a lewd ‘pop’ and looked up at Tom, who was flushed and angry that he’d stopped. “You know, Tom,” he said, mimicking Tom’s earlier words to him, “If you want something, you just have to ask for it.”
Tom looked so good like this - with his reddened cheeks, his unbuttoned shirt and his disheveled curls. He also looked furious that Harry had stopped, but Harry just smiled cheekily.
“Please,” Tom eventually gritted out, looking away - and his voice sounded so low, so guttural, it made Harry’s cock twitch in arousal. “Please, Harry… let me come.”
God. Hearing Tom beg - even if it was done begrudgingly - in that low, wrecked voice was the death of Harry. Harry nodded and slid his lips back over Tom’s cock until he was deepthroating him, and Tom breathlessly gasped while he came down Harry’s throat, chasing his release.
They laid like that for a while - Tom against the bed, Harry kneeling besides it, their bond pulsating with warmth - until Tom offered feebly, “I can jerk you off, Harry, if you didn’t come yet.”
Harry’s cheeks pinkened even further than he thought they could. “That won’t be necessary,” he squeaked.
Tom leaned over the bed to look down at Harry. “Oh?”
Harry blushed as Tom’s gaze filled with understanding. Giving Tom head had turned Harry on so much that he had come in his panties, and they were dripping with his mess.
Tom smirked then, and lazily reached out to brush Harry’s sweaty fringe from his forehead.
“That’s cute, baby,” he murmured sleepily, before dropping back on the bed.
It was that one word that stayed on Harry’s mind for a long time afterwards, after he’d congratulated himself for moving forward in Operation-Traveling-Back-In-Time-To-Save-Tom-Riddle™.
In his sleepy post-orgasm daze, Tom had called him ‘baby’. And that made something clench in Harry’s chest...
What was this feeling?
Harry didn’t know, and he was too afraid to ask.