He knew it was stupid to be back here, somewhere off-limits and with someone as dangerous as Tom. He had looked around earlier to see if there were any cameras in the vicinity, but it seemed that Tom had strategically picked a blind spot. As risky as it was, it was an intoxicating rush to be trapped by Tom, and though he knew he could break free if he truly wanted to, the thought of leaving was unfathomable. With Tom's body pressed against his and the feel of his erection rubbing against his thigh, there was nowhere else he would rather be… especially not with his own dick painfully throbbing and surprisingly in need of release. What was it about Tom that made him act so aberrantly?

He wanted nothing more than to touch Tom… Slip his hands underneath his jacket and run his fingers over what he knew would be sculpted marble under his hands… He wanted to give Tom the illusion that he was fully in control, and since Tom had demanded that his hands stay flat against the wall, so while it took every ounce of his restraint, he kept them there. Even as Tom's head angled toward his and he felt him press a kiss at the pulse point beneath his ear. Even when his lips moved higher, grazing his jaw, and leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

And then he felt Tom's mouth hover above his and his heart fluttered with anticipation. But Tom didn't move any farther, not yet. Instead, he said,

"Remember this… You're mine now."

And then his lips crushed against his, fervent and unyielding, and he got his first taste of the insatiable desire lurking behind Tom's composed facade.

He parted his lips for him, eager tongues tangling at the rush that came with a first kiss…Except it wasn't their first kiss but Tom didn't know that. Tom didn't know who he really was. He only knew that he was Mr. J…He wasn't aware that he was the one who'd awoken him, and he was going to ensure that it stayed that way. Without thinking, he lifted his hands to reach for him and pulled him closer, but Tom grabbed his wrists and pinned them back against the wall. He kept them there as he explored his mouth, and when he felt sure he wouldn't move them again, his hands trailed up his waist, feeling their way up his chest until they reached his neck. Holding him right where he wanted him, Tom deepened the kiss until he was breathless and dizzy.

He'd never allowed anyone to take charge the way he allowed Tom to, and every touch and kiss made him realize what he'd been missing for so long. This was what it felt like to be wanted. He was the one who'd caused this ravenous reaction in Tom Riddle aka Lord Voldemort. Him. That knowledge was pure power, and it was almost as much of a high as the one he was experiencing now, with Tom undoing the top two buttons of his shirt.

His first instinct was to stop it… After all, if Tom bit him now, he'd figure out who he was by the taste of his blood But as he opened his mouth to protest, Tom narrowed his eyes ever so slightly and he clamped his mouth shut. Maybe if he showed a bit of complacency, Tom wouldn't bite him yet,

At his silence, Tom smiled savagely and lowered his mouth to the hollow of his neck. But where he thought he'd kiss him again, Tom's tongue came out to lick at him instead, and a low hum of approval met his ears,

"You taste like all that is good. But I doubt that'll be the case for long…"

He let out a shaky breath, completely overwhelmed by all the different senses clamouring for his attention. The taste of Tom still lingered on his tongue, his words echoed in his ears, and he could feel him on every part of his body, even the parts Tom hadn't touched. He was rock hard, and with Tom's leg rubbing up against his cock, he was nearly ready to explode. Tom's voice was husky when he spoke,

"I have to touch you."

His mouth came up to nip at his lobe with his teeth. Tom bit down, not enough to penetrate his skin, and he gasped, not expecting the sting of pain, but just as quickly Tom sucked his lobe into his mouth, erasing what he'd just done with pleasure. It made his erection kick, something that surprised him just as much as the bite and it had him wanting more

It was messed up… The fact that he'd liked that tease of pain, if only to have the sensation that came after it.

"Touch me,"

He said, giving Tom permission even though he hadn't asked for it. He supposed when he'd told him he was his, that gave him an all-access pass, and what had he been thinking to do that? Oh, that's right, he'd lost the ability to think anytime he was around this man. But he didn't regret it. If anything, he wanted him to show him exactly what that promise entailed.

One of Tom's hands came up to his neck, keeping him pinned against the wall, and while it didn't hurt, it was slightly alarming to be restrained in that way. Tom was so much stronger than he was. It would take nothing for him to hurt him, and yet he trusted him not to. Tom spoke softly,

"Scared?"

He replied hesitantly,

"No…"

Tom gripped his neck tighter, and his body completely betrayed him then as his hips jerked forward, desperate for some friction to relieve the ache. Tom growled in his ear,

"Don't ever lie to me… I can see the excitement lurking behind your eyes. I can feel how hard you are, even now, so I'll ask you again: are you scared?"

This time, he didn't hesitate,

"Yes."

Tom hummed in satisfaction before inquiring,

"But you like it?"

He nodded,

"Yes."

That wicked grin of Tom's grew bigger, and then his free hand moved down to the buckle of his pants.

And in that moment, Harry felt all his sense of rationality leave him.