Disclaimer: Harry Potter and ze characters are not my own peoples. Thanks J.K Rowling for that.
Warning: Strong sexual explicit content evident in this story. If you don't like male/male content this is not for you. There is references to cannibalism, sexual abuse and etc... So please read with caution.
Tom loves the way Harry's silk wet walls grip and massage his cock. He tried not to cum when he had first entered Harry's body on their first night. The older man had had many other's underneath him, but once he had first pursued and fucked the younger male, it was a reminder of his first time so many years ago.
A time when he had almost lost control with his inexperience once he had entered a soft blonde faceless girl in his past. A time when his fist was the least better option than willing male or female that craved his affections. They warmed his bed and that was it and nothing else.
But when he had first laid eyes on those vibrant sinful green eyes and those wet red lips he was very much interested.
Now Tom was a man who always got what he wanted. Always. And of course he did not have to do much for opportunities to come so easily to him. And with that he thought himself a natural magnet of the blessed things in life and it was in deed rare for things not to easily come to him.
But Harry- well he was a different matter all together. His dear Harry whom he loved to hear scream around his cock and his tongue. His Harry who at first had refused his first formal offer at dinner. Because Tom did not take those that he was interested in for pleasures of the flesh for dinner or dates.
Tom simply looked with desirable aristocratic features, he charmed and seductively snared them with his voice and guided them to his bed.
But Harry well he knew Harry was very much different.
When he had approached the owner of those sinful green eyes he was very much entranced himself and Tom was not a man who was so easily succumbed to the beauty of any.
And when Harry spoke Tom almost- almost closed his eyes in pleasure. But he did not and he played the same play while feeling as if his soul was being beckoned to this young man.
So he charmed a smile and offered on a plate metaphorically speaking an invitation to dinner.
He was confident and very sure in his request that it would be met with a nod and a breathless 'yes'.
But his dear Harry always surprised him. Always.
Harry nervously had bitten his bottom lip and Tom couldn't help but remembered admiring the mouth and the wetness there briefly.
He had flashes of course of vivid flesh wrapped around his girth and played out moans drawn from a desired body writhing underneath him serpentine in pleasure.
It was a sirens bait exquisite in it's play and it went straight to his cock. Tom had remembered himself imposing and waiting like a predator eager for the answer that would surely come from Harry's sweet sweet mouth.
And while he waited with pants slightly strained against his prick, Harry had picked up his glass and gulped his whiskey and turned to Tom.
Tom with his hooded eyes and strong attractive features that made anyone swoon with lust. Tom was very much aware off all of that.
But while Tom was too busy devouring Harry with his eyes and imagining very promising positions for the younger male to be in, he did not expect a firm ''No'' to come tumbling out of that sensual mouth.
Tom was left speechless.