Warnings: Smut, crossdressing.
Tom hummed as he turned around on his bed, arms out stretched, looking for his lover. He opened his eyes when he found the space beside him empty, he sat up a bit and sniffed a bit, by the wonderfull smell of cooked bacon he knew that his lover was in the kitchen, he got up and went to the bathroom to finish his morning ritual taking a shower and going to the kitchen after with only a towel wrapped around his waist.
He slowly crept toward his lover who was standing in front of the coffee maker barefoot and wearing one of Tom' shirts that just fell under the curve of that sexy ass.
"Good morning." Tom whispered against his ear, wrapping his arms around the others waist and kissing his neck softly.
"Morning." Harry greeted turning around in the taller man' arms and rising on his toes to give him a good morning kiss before handing him his green cup of coffee and ushering him to the kitchen table for breakfast after he picked up his own red mug.
"What are you up to today?" Tom asked as he started on his breakfast, glancing at his paper after every few bites and drinking his delicious coffee.
"I have a class this afternoon and I promised 'Mione that I'd go shopping with her." He scrunched his nose in slight disgust at that idea. "Then hopefully, I'll be home around five pm."
"Hopefully," Tom gave him a naughty smirk making the younger man huff and roll his eyes before getting up and clearing breakfast. "I have extra meeting today so I'll be later than usual." Harry hummed in answer, not paying much attention.
"Oh, fuck me." Harry groans as the spoons and forks fall to the ground and messing it up.
"What a wonderfull idea." Tom smirks and leaves the newspaper he was reading on the table before getting up and walking towards his lover.
"That wasn't an invitation." He huffs, backing away from the still advancing older man. "I mean it!"
Tom hums deeply as he crowds Harry against the kitchen counter and moves his face closer and smirks slowly making the younger man blush. Tom kisses him softly while slowly moving his hands down the slim body till he reaches the hem of the shirt and slips his hands under it and moves them up.
"Tom," Harry moans as the older man moves from his lips down to his neck. "You're going to be late for work."
"Harry," Tom looks up from his task of leaving kiss marks on the pale neck to look him in the face. "I own the company."
As Tom lifts Harry up on the counter and stand between his spread legs, kissing him passionately, Harry loses himself in the moment.
"Are you sure about this 'Mione?" Harry askes while looking at himself in the mirror, turning every which way. "I'm not so sure." He admits.
"Relax Harry," She comforts as she looks at the other things she picked out looking up at her best friend. "I love that colour on you, matches your eyes."
"Yeah, well," He rolls his eyes, trying to push down the clingy fabric that barely reached his mid thigh. "It doesn't cover much, is these necessary?" He plucks the straps on his thigh and winces when they snap back.
"Yes, you have to wear them to keep the stockings up." She didn't even look up at him as she tried on one of the teddies in their shared changing room. "What do you think about this one?"
Harry looked up from where he was checking out how his ass looked in the mirror to look at his friend. "I like the design but maybe in a different colour?" He suggested.
"I agree." She hummed. "Purple is not my colour." Harry giggled as he tried on a different set.
"How about this one?" Harry showed he the camisole and booty shorts set in black.
"That's gorgeous," She complemented. "I might buy that two but in beige."
They spent the rest of the day and in a similar manner, trying out clothes and having fun, Harry had to admit that this shopping trip wasn't as bad as he had imagined.
At about nine pm Tom walked into their penthouse, feeling extremely agitated about the many imbeciles he had working for him, he just wanted to have a relaxing shower and get into bed with his lover and just forget about the endless meetings he had had today. He took of his shoes and his jacket placing it on the couch and moved his way towards the bedroom where his lover was most likely at, he loosened his tie and softly opened the bedroom door as not to wake his lover and promptly froze.
His lover was awake.
His lover was wearing a skimpy dark green lingerie and stockings.
His lover was writhing and moaning on the bed with what appears to be a dildo moving in and out of him.
"Harry," Tom choked out, still frozen in place, his darkening blue eyes tracing every move his lover is making.
"Welcome..." Harry moans loudly as the dildo moves over his prostate before continuing. "Home, love."
Tom moves into action quickly removing his clothes and moving towards the bed. When he reached it, instead of getting on it, he grabbed one stocking covered leg and pulled his lover to the edge of the mattress, removing the dildo and pushing in instead, not even needing lube because his lover was well prepared.
"Tom!" The younger man shouts as his older lover doesn't even wait for him to adjust to the sudden intrusion and thrust hard and deep inside of him. "Yes, please!"
"You like that," Tom grunts against his neck as he quickens his pace. "How slutty of you, waiting for me in that sexy lingerie and already playing with yourself."
Harry moans as Tom continues with his dirty words against his ear, making him even more turned on.
They didn't last long, as Harry was already getting closer before Tom showed up and Tom was worked up by everything Harry did.
They lay in the after glow, trying to get their breath back to normal while Tom continued to trace the edges of the lace lingerie Harry wore making the the younger man gasp softly every time he moved over a sensitive spot or when he plucked the straps of the garter.
"I like this." Tom hummed against his neck making Harry shiver as his breath caressed his sensitive neck. "What brought this on?" He raised Harry' head so that they were looking at each other, immensely enjoying the dark blush on his lover's face.
"Just shopping with 'Mione and I saw it," He shrugged. "Thought you may like it."
"Oh, I do." Tom assured, plucking the straps again enjoying the gasp Harry made. "Did you buy anything else?"
"Well," Harry rose up from the bed and moved towards the bathroom, glancing behind him at his curious lover. "You'll just have to wait and see." He flirted, squealing when Tom got up from the bed and picked him up moving into the bathroom.
Seems like round two is getting started.
The next morning found Tom sneaking glances towards his mischievous lover, wondering silently if today will be another outfit or not all the while Harry ignored him writing notes in his workbook and sipping his coffee.
Tom looks at the clock before getting up to get dressed to go to work and stubs his toe against the kitchen counter.
"Fuck!" He exclaims as pain bursts from his pinky toe.
"Put a pound in the swear jar." Harry commands not even looking up from his notebook and gets back to sipping his coffee.
Tom huffs before looking through the cupboards and finding a small tin and places it in front of his lover with a smirk.
"What is that supposed to be?" Harry looks from the tin to his lover with a raised eyebrow.
"Judging by what you did last night, you need to put a pound in the sin tin."
Harry chokes on his sip of coffee and sputters blushing furiously.
Tom smirks again before moving towards their bedroom to get dressed for work, feeling accomplished.
