Harry didn't have time to react before a frenzied Tom seized him by the waist, and with another loud crack they appeared elsewhere, and he was pinned down, hard, onto a bed; presumably Tom's.
"Tell me you went no further" Tom growled, a ferocious look in his eyes, the eyes of a man trapped in the body of a panther. Harry felt like he should have been scared, but somehow he still felt safe… odd, how things turn out. Though he didn't have much time at present to ponder over that, being straddled by a very dangerous and very, very angry dark wizard.
"The whole way." Harry confirmed, not taking his eyes off Tom's. He would not hide the truth, despite where this may go. There was another growl, and his hold on Harry tightened.
"How many?" the man all but roared, and Harry was shocked himself at just how much emotion was tumbling out of him, how much Tom had been repressing before his possessive instincts broke the resolve.
"Does it matter?" he breathed in response, heart going faster and faster as Tom's grip became tighter and tighter, adrenaline rising but no way to run and no desire to fight.
"No…" it was a low, dangerous murmur this time, and almost came out as a hiss. "Your body should not have gone anywhere near even one of those filthy things… You are precious, Harry Potter, and your body is only to be touched by worthy hands…"
Harry really, really should not have been surprised. He knew that Tom was possessive, so of course he wouldn't want Harry mingling with people he didn't particularly care for, but this… Bloody hell. He didn't realise that he was that attractive! He'd expected some more build up to Tom deciding that Harry's body was his as well as his mind. But then it would also explain his dislike of Harry dancing with pretty girls at balls. These thoughts soon vanished once again from his head, however, as Tom lowered himself carefully, a hand firmly curving around to hold Harry's head. His eyes were smouldering in a way he had never seen them before; they were possessive and greedy-looking, yes, wildly so, but there was almost a glint that Harry had seen in all those politicians he'd taken; desire, and not just any desire, no. Desire for him.
The moment. A moment of relief from impatience, a moment to stop and consider. The look of Tom's desperate eyes, roaming around Harry's face, taking it all in, what was now his, Harry knew. The sound of their breathing, heavy and erratic, the volume of Harry's obscuring that of Tom's. The scent of Tom, crashing over him; invading his senses and taking over his body, stimulating every beat of his heart, guiding his lungs, exploring every part of him, becoming him… Harry felt one last breath over his face before the moment ended, and Tom's lips came down to his, crushing them, and Harry didn't even need to think about parting his lips as his eyes fluttered gently shut, before Tom was tentatively gliding his tongue just past Harry's lips, grazing his teeth against the bottom lip each time his mouth lifted slightly, before crashing down to take Harry's again and again. Soft, and perfect, because of course everything about Tom was perfect, his lips were impossibly soft yet firm against Harry's, and Harry's lips were yearning for that softness to return each time it left, desperate for more, struggling to let out short, light breaths.
"If I do anything at all that you don't want me to," Tom whispered into Harry's ear, a tone of authority seeping through, "you will say no. Under no circumstances are you to let your body be used against your will in any way. You. Will. Enjoy. This."
Harry's breath caught in his throat at the implications; that was one way of dealing with consent, though it was reassuring to have the knowledge that he could say no if ever he wanted to. He wasn't necessarily expecting that, and wasn't so sure how he'd reacted if he didn't have that freedom. Tom's fingers crept up to the back of his head and twisted themselves in his hair, using this to tug his head back, and then Tom was at his neck. Harry gasped quietly as the man first kissed the neck tenderly, leaving his skin tingling, before starting to suck at it gently, provoking Harry to stretch his head further back, exposing more of his neck.
"You are mine" he purred, and took Harry's wrists, pulling them up above his head and against the bed posts, and Harry felt a force weave them together in a wordless spell. "You are not leaving."
'Kidnap' Harry thought, a rush of unexpected pleasure going through him.
Tom reached for the buttons of Harry's shirt, undoing them excruciatingly slowly. For each inch exposed, Tom bestowed ten kisses, passionate enough to increase Harry's heartbeat, gentle enough for Harry's back to be arching in a plea for more, only to be pushed down every time. Warm lips on cool skin, tender skin that was not used to being caressed, sucked, bitten, goosebumps forming everywhere that Tom had been, a trail slowly leading down to Harry's hips, where the lips stopped momentarily. A short pause, and Harry could feel the hot breath on his skin; the lips seemed to be contemplating. In a movement that was a fraction of the time spent travelling down his body, the came back up and Tom's lips came crashing down once more on Harry's, and his hands ran through his hair, down his back, over his outstretched forearms.
He wasn't sure when his shirt had been taken off completely, but now that it had, he felt more exposed as he had before, Tom's hands occasionally sliding down to his stomach as they kissed, letting his fingers gently explore the small softness beneath his belly button and at his sides.
At some point during this, Harry realised, Tom must have lost concentration in his feelings, because the spell holding his hands up had gone. With strength that was likely only given to him through adrenaline – because it would take more than average strength to disturb Tom in his passion – Harry threaded his fingers into Tom's silky hair, and pulled his lips away from the fervent kiss. Any retaliation that Tom had planned for this disruption was cut short by Harry bringing his lips to Tom's neck. He felt the man's Adam's apple bob in a deep swallow, and a shuddering breath tickled the back of Harry's head in response. He had to stop, however, both out of shock and obedience when Tom spoke in a sibilant hiss…
"You dare releasse yoursself from the resstraintss that I gave you?"
Harry felt a shiver go down his spine; parseltongue.
"I possesss you, Harry Potter, my treassure, you will not dissobey me" the man continued, his behaviour becoming more serpentine as he trailed up the side of Harry's body with quick bites and playful kisses, but the sinister tone was still present. "You are mine, do you undersstand me?"
"I am yourssss" Harry managed to respond in breathy parseltongue of his own.
After the bondage was put back in place, he was rewarded by Tom opening his trousers and reaching a hand inside, expertly stroking him, and Harry leaned into the touch, far more pleasurable than anything he'd experienced before; nobody would ever be able to replicate the sensuality of Tom's movements. He then moved down to kiss, teasingly, around Harry's hips, the pit of his stomach, going gradually further down until he reached the beginning of Harry's dark hair, then he would go back up again, and Harry could feel the smirk against his skin as he held Tom tightly between his legs, wanting him to go further.
Eventually, Tom complied.
It was wet, and actually surprisingly sloppy for the seemingly spotless Tom Riddle, but Harry was unable to supress a moan as he felt Tom's mouth around him, and felt a low hum from his throat in return. Knowing he couldn't do much, Harry resorted to bucking his hips, the movement becoming faster and faster until he knew he couldn't take it anymore and he was reaching his climax and-
Tom stopped, clearly able to sense this, and trailed his kisses back up to Harry's neck again, instead thrusting his own hips against Harry.
"Would you like me to take you, Harry?" he hissed, again in parseltongue.
"I need you to take me" Harry hissed back, leaning as much as he could into the grinding of their bodies.
"Do you want me, Harry?" came the teasing reply, and Harry bit down on his lip, hard, at the still-possessive tone.
"I need you, Tom" he panted, knowing exactly what the man wanted out of him, and all-too willing to give it. "I can't stand the thought of anybody else here, Tom, I am dependent on you, I need you"
Harry started as he felt the lubricated fingers inside him, testing him, and he knew that what he had said was true; while Tom was still working out his feelings, Harry had established long ago that he could only have Tom, that Tom was going to be his source of happiness and pleasure. Tom wasn't there yet, but he didn't need to be; hell, Harry wasn't expecting him to realise his sexual desire so soon, but jealousy does that to people.
As Tom thrust himself into Harry over and over, he lost all thoughts again, filled with the painful pleasure that was going through him. Eyes closed gently, back arched, Tom's lips against his throat, and small gasps with every movement, Harry had found his heaven; the waiting he had done to get here had been like waiting for Christmas to come in January, but this made it worth it all.
So like... here it is! So sorry for the delay, I was struggling a bit with the next chapter, but y'know. I'm hoping the bondage will compel you to forgive me ;)