Curfew Violations
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27th Violation
**Holiday Special**
(Part 2)
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There comes a time in every young man's life where he must make a decision.
A choice which will set the tone for the rest of his life, in a way he will never be able to go back on.
Tom Riddle Jr. was experiencing one such time, and having a hard go of it.
There were simply too many options…
"Excuse me sir, may I be of assistance?" The attendant murmured anxiously, standing directly behind the tall young man positioned in front of the display of their latest specialty items for the past fifteen minutes…motionless and hardly blinking.
Loaded silence was all the answer he received…until—finally, the young man looked away from the display and spoke.
"I want numbers seven, ten, and four in sizes small, medium, and…extra-large."
The attendant's eyes gleamed for the apparent dough the young man was about to be shelling out, before replying dry mouthed around his greed for the commission, "Might I recommend a few other items to aid you?"
Tom was all ears.
"We recently got a shipment of these in a myriad of flavors. I'm told it makes the overall experience more fulfilling. I've only sampled the vanilla, but it comes in chocolate, strawberry, cherry, and even blueberry if you prefer."
Tom's mouth began to water, and he swallowed around a sudden developed hunger as after a beat, he replied, "I'll take the blueberry. And do you have that in green?"
The attendant glanced through the case at what the young man was pointing at, and his eyes crinkled at the corners with suppressed glee.
"We have that in sea foam green, onyx black, ruby red, and the palest blue."
Tom frowned slightly…staring at the items in quiet rumination. He finally clicked his tongue and asked, "…might I request a mixture?"
The attendant smirked.
"Certainly…but as you are breaking up the sets, we will have to charge a nominal extra fee…for replacing the missing segments, you see."
Tom nodded solemnly. "I will take the collar in black, the bottom in green…and the rest in pale blue."
"Very good, sir. May I interest you in shoes?"
The shop attendant gestured across the room at a number of expensive heels of all heights and demographics.
Tom narrowed his eyes and drifted over to the next wall. He stared through all the choices once more and fell into another loaded silence.
The shop attendant smiled patiently and murmured, "I'll go prepare the choices you've already made and leave you to decide upon the rest. Also…stockings are the next isle over."
Tom didn't even dignify the shop attendant with another glance, as he was already deep in the mode of weighing pros and cons of all the items.
Not good. Not good at all.
If he wanted him walking…they couldn't be too tall…but if he was lying down for the entirety, it really didn't matter.
Tom's eyes gleamed and he stretched his hand out to grab a rather tall pair of strappy heels.
Because…why in the hell would Harry need to walk anyways?
That afternoon—the day before New Year's Eve, and his 18th birthday—Tom exited the specialty shop tucked away down an alley in the Knockturn District…with a definite spring in his step, and quite a few dollars hemorrhaged from his personal account.
He could hardly wait for the next day to dawn.
It would be even better than Christmas, because Harry had made him a promise…and everyone knows you never go back on a promise.
The smile on Tom's face as he rounded the corner to his parked vehicle and tossed the nondescript brown bag with his purchases within onto the backseat, it was wide enough to ring the Devil's own doorbell.
However did he get to be so lucky—Tom wondered, not for the first time praising his fortune in nabbing Harry as he had.
He looked very much forward to collecting on all the boy had promised him, and making sure he lived up to his every word.
It was good to be trusted.
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~ Earlier that Morning ~
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With the Christmas holidays put well behind them and the New Year approaching at breakneck speed, Harry hadn't had time to really think in a minute.
So wrapped up had he been in their families, Tom's arms, and all the love and happiness that came with spending time with his loved ones a magical few days out of the year.
He never would forget that Christmas Eve at the rink, skating with Tom on the ice for the first time alongside Luna.
It had been heartwarming to be able to introduce such a level of gaiety to Tom's life, and he'd enjoyed every minute of Tom cutting loose and chasing them across the ice until the snow began to fall…just so perfectly.
Moments like that, you simply could not buy. As they came to you spontaneously, free if at all.
Harry's heart still stuttered and leapt when he thought about that kiss, so soft and promising…not merely possessive and demanding and endlessly passionate, but a gentle touch which had filled him with warmth and joy, and overwhelming love for its simplicity.
Having Luna there being part of that moment curled up with them had only further distilled it all.
They'd felt inseparable in a way that Harry had always craved from his relationships, even though he was very used to saying an inordinate amount of goodbyes.
Even to his parents, whom he loved and who loved him most dearly (he knew)…he'd said quite a few drawn out goodbyes over the years.
It had just been natural to find himself waiting for them to come back, or waiting to get back to them, or being elsewhere when they were busy making a way for his comfortable lifestyle.
He couldn't have been selfish and asked that they all live in a shack somewhere just because he wanted his Mom and Dad on site rather than working all the time, because they deserved to reap the benefits of having a nice home in an upper tier neighborhood with all the comforts the working middle class could afford to enjoy.
He couldn't have been selfish and said that no…he refused to go to another school with strangers everywhere, and nobody who knew him, simply because James got a promotion that took him out of the locale and sent their family packing cross state lines over and over again.
He couldn't have been selfish and let them suffer on the account of him craving stability and something that he could hold onto without fear of being made to say goodbye to it again.
He just couldn't have been.
Not like he was now.
Not like he could be now.
Because he had Tom and Luna, both—and neither of them were going anywhere from his life any time soon, because they'd said so. Because Harry knew that he meant a lot to both of them for different special reasons.
Tom saw him like a piece of property, and an obsession, and something that he wouldn't give away on pain of death.
Tom bent over backwards in order to keep him happy, and he did things logical to himself that made sure Harry had a reliance upon him being involved in his life so that Harry could not be easily taken away.
Harry knew he was Tom's fixation. He knew that Tom was changed by him, that he'd brought a lot of new things to Tom's life…to Tom's sham of a family life, which Tom both appreciated and craved.
He'd told Tom time and again that he was loved…that Harry loved him. But it had been a hard knock in the head when Tom had still been so very shocked over being invited to spend the Holidays with Harry and his family, like he actually mattered to them in a way that wasn't just being used for his expertise.
Harry hated the thought that Tom felt like his only value in Harry's life was as long as he was doing something critical for Harry's physical wellbeing.
As if Harry was only with him because he'd been there when he got hurt, helped nurse him back to health, and even opened his home up to Harry for Harry's convenience…going so far as to keep tutoring Harry in the meanwhile as he kept afloat in his own harder studies, and never batting an eye about providing Harry all the love and support Harry had long since wanted but been unable to fully grasp in his ineffectual hands.
Tom thought he had to work for Harry. He thought that if he didn't work, he could lose him.
He thought somebody like Draco Malfoy could have a prayer in hell to drag Harry's attention from him, and make Harry want something besides all that they had together.
He thought Harry's love for him was conditionally based.
But Harry knew better. He knew so much better…it hurt.
Tom's entrance into his life was a monumental event. Harry had never met nor had anyone like Tom all to himself.
It had spoiled him for anyone else. Because who could compete with the force which Tom exerted upon his heart, mind, body and soul on a daily basis…without even overtly trying, by just being…himself.
Harry never had to wonder if Tom wanted him around. He never had to question if Tom was tired of catering to all his needs and asking for nothing but devotion in return.
He wouldn't even readily let Harry do housework!
And Harry knew…all of that was a part of him wanting to be indispensable to Harry. Of him wanting Harry to not have an excuse to walk away from him, by saying he was working him too hard, or Tom expected too much, or that he didn't know how to measure up to what Tom wanted from him…because Tom just wanted him—Harry Potter, no holds barred.
It was mindfuckery at its finest.
Every day Harry spent with Tom, reliant upon him, cared for by him, all wrapped up in and concerned for him…made Harry think less and less of the outside world.
Sure, he'd always love his parents. And Luna was a good friend he felt blessed to have.
But Tom…Tom stayed on his mind front and center at all times, even when others kept vying for his gaze on the sidelines.
Tom had made himself the center of Harry's gravity. Every way Harry fell landed him on top of Tom, holding onto him so tight that he would feel suffocated if Tom weren't the air being breathed into his lungs, cradling his heart on every breath he sucked in from Tom's chest.
If Tom were able to truly breathe for Harry, Harry knew he'd be put on life-support in an instant.
Because then—Tom would know, inexorably, that Harry needed him. That without him…Harry would die.
And it'd be a double suicide. Or leave Tom nothing but a husk of a bitter creature—if such a thing were ever to happen…and so Harry knew, he'd poisoned Tom just as much as Tom continued to poison him.
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It was with such thoughts in mind that Harry ruminated over the matter of Tom's coming anniversary, which he'd near forgotten over the recent holidays—so distracted and content he'd been.
Now sitting in the kitchen eating breakfast at the bar beside Tom, Harry swallowed a mouthful of food and asked, "What do you w-want for New Year's Eve…your b-birthday?"
Tom had paused mid-bite and gave Harry a blank look. To which Harry had continued, rather sheepishly, "I didn't do any Christmas shopping, and your b-birthday is the next big thing…so I was wondering what y-you might like…that I could give on the spot?"
The wheels in Tom's head had visibly begun to rotate.
And Harry found he was holding his breath until Tom leaned back in his seat and asked him point blank, "Do you trust me?"
It had been Harry's turn to stare silently, wondering where that came from.
"Of c-course," Harry answered, after a moment. "You know I do."
Tom had tilted his head to the side and given him a particular look, before murmuring carefully, "I know…you think you do. But I want to know how deep that trust truly goes."
Harry frowned, and his lips tightened around a knee-jerk declaration that he trusted Tom more than anyone he'd trusted before…because he knew, that Tom knew words really were just words, until you saw them in action.
The only problem was…
"How can I sh-show you…that I trust you, if you don't b-believe I really do?"
Tom had smiled then—all warm and gentle as a summer's breeze, and Harry had melted inside even as faint alarm bells began singing in his punch-drunk subconscious.
"Oh…I think we can work it out. If you'll give me some time to prepare. I don't want to hurt you…I'm only…curious. You understand?"
Harry had nodded slowly and maintained, "I trust you. Do what you w-want. I'll go along."
Tom's smile stretched even wider then, and he practically purred in blatant pleasure, "It's a promise."
Harry should have read the fine print.
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~ End Flashback ~
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xXOXx
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When Tom made it back to the apartment that afternoon, it was after making one last stop.
"Thank you, Lily. I apologize for not bringing Harry with me, but he's been working problems since Christmas for a few days now and I thought he should rest. By now he'll appreciate having these back."
Lily stood in her doorway handing off Harry's contacts to Tom as he smiled charmingly down at her, carefully pocketing them.
It was good to know Harry hadn't been neglecting his school work at all.
She'd worried somewhat that the Holidays would have brought out the procrastinator in him, and that he'd be in danger of entering the New Year with extra backlog.
Tom was on top of everything though, and not for the first time, she felt a bit guilty for her initial assessment of the young man.
"I know I've said it before, but I really cannot thank you enough for taking Harry in like this. I know…he's basically back on his feet now, but mentally—he can use all the support in his missed work for the school. He's never failed outright before, but academics are not his favorite thing in the world."
Tom nodded in understanding.
Lily sighed and said, "I'd invite you in, but I know you've probably got things to do. Be sure to send my love to Harry when you see him next."
Tom smiled, "I will. You and James take care. Leave Harry to me. I've got everything handled."
And with a last parting goodbye, Lily had watched Tom drive away in his familiar vehicle. It was still brisk and cold outside, with lingering frost dusting the ground from the past few days' snow they'd gotten.
She shut the front door and decided to see to her garden.
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Tom hadn't lied about Harry working problems for the past few days.
After Christmas had passed so eventfully for them both, he and Harry had set about demolishing the last of his boy's remaining piled assignments in the meanwhile…with the intention of starting the New Year on a cleaned slate.
Harry would likely be able to go back to Hogwarts when school resumed after the Holiday break.
If not immediately, then the second week of classes—after he saw the doctors again to clear him for picking up where he'd left off.
It was a pity that Hogwarts had so many damn stairs…but Tom was rather confident that Harry could manage. And he'd impress upon Luna the need to keep Harry close whenever she was around him and Tom was otherwise…indisposed.
He would also need to decide upon another private location not on the seventh floor for them to resume their tutoring sessions…as that was not something Tom would be giving up whilst he still had the all clear.
With the good marks Harry had been pulling with his help all this while in the background on all of the assignments Tom had guided and seen to him getting through, Harry's concerned professors had been full of nothing but praise to Tom when he'd brought by the completed work.
All in all, Tom was a very responsible young man.
And though he had unquenchable thirst…he did not shirk those responsibilities for any reason.
His own work ethics were above reproach, and under control to the point where he needn't worry about his high averages.
He was still the top of the top. And with everything that had occurred since August had passed…Tom knew this was an unprecedented and remarkable accomplishment.
Especially in the advanced curriculum courses he was taking.
He just chalked it all up to him being severely motivated on all fronts.
He wouldn't stand for being seen as anything but perfection in the eyes of irrelevant onlookers, and with Harry filling in all the holes remaining from the gaps in his personal life and emotive education…
Tom felt utterly complete in all the very best ways.
He was no longer the Tin man on steroids. Harry had given him a heart which could be held by none other than Harry himself.
He'd made Tom experience such a range of emotion from utter euphoria…to homicidal devastation.
The control he'd exerted upon Tom could not be understated in the least.
Harry didn't know it, but when it came to Tom—there was no way he was ever going to be let alone again. Tom's love did not come with conditioning. Tom's love was a cataclysmic disaster waiting to happen to any and everyone who got in the way of it.
Harry would find himself loved to the point of death and beyond.
Harry would learn that whatever trust he placed in Tom…would be met a hundredfold in return, and given no option but to remain right where he'd placed it…eternally.
For Tom would never be acceptant of it being lost…or removed.
Tom hadn't lied.
He did trust that Harry thought he trusted him…and he did wonder just how far he could strain that trust, in the most morbidly curious…and ravenous way.
He wanted to see that trust in action. To see Harry giving up everything because he knew Tom would never betray him…that he was in the right hands and would be held by those hands for always.
Tom thirsted…Tom wanted…Tom desired endlessly to see Harry surrendering to him.
To be laid out and exposed so readily with abandon that Tom could do any and everything he wanted with him, and Harry would never cringe back.
Harry would never not trust him.
Because Harry loved him…because Harry told him, because Tom loved him…and he wanted to know…just how deep—how far, he could force that love to go.
And even if it should break, Tom would be there grasping at all the pieces—utterly mad and beyond reconcile, until he had all of those pieces in his bloody hands once more, cradled safely away from the harsh world that'd sooner see him hang for his obsession…for the depths of his love.
Tom was nothing if not possessive…if not fundamentally destructive.
He knew there was a very good chance Harry's trust might falter…someday…when held up to the pressure of Tom's insidious darkness.
Tom wanted to test the general elasticity of Harry's preciously held trust in him. He ached to know…how far Harry would let him go, even when he didn't know…how far Tom had already gone.
And even if the answer was not far enough…Tom would make it work.
Tom would train that trust until it could be stretched to the limits of human definitions, until Harry had no choice…no recourse…but to trust…and trust…and trust, that Tom wouldn't let him break…for anything.
That at the end of it all…he was in the very best hands, which would never…ever…under any circumstance, contrived or inadvertent—let him go.
So yes…
Tom knew what he wanted for his anniversary.
He was going to fully indulge his trust fetish…until Harry couldn't take him any longer…but had to.
Tom had always had a problem…with cruelty.
And never let it be said that his love…wasn't cruel.
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xXOXx
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That evening, they had a good home cooked meal and Tom was more attentive to Harry than usual…which was saying something.
It was as though he was pulling out all the stops in trying to make Harry melt for him.
Allowing the boy to help him with dishes, cuddling up on the couch after with hot chocolate, marshmallows, and a movie of Harry's choosing…before easing Harry into bed early for a long, relaxing, and utterly divine massage session with therapeutic warm oil worked tirelessly into each and every one of Harry's muscles and tendons with Tom's strong, elegant, dedicated fingers…until Harry was fading in and out of consciousness, and waking repeatedly to Tom's hands still traveling worshipfully up and down…and just all over him.
Never did Tom delve beneath the surface though. He kept it all above board.
He was all about Harry—Harry's enjoyment, Harry's relaxation, Harry's decompression, Harry's pleasure…
It got to the point that Harry was sensationally aroused and deeply aching in his essence…wanting Tom so bad, to finally do something…anything about the problem he was causing.
All it took was one desperate, verbalized plea…and Tom had licked his lips and got down to business—taking Harry into his mouth and swallowing him down to the root in one swift move…then over, and over, and over again…until Harry was shuddering and sobbing all the way through a climax that kept coming and coming…as he held onto Tom's hair for dear life, chanting Tom's name until Tom could hear it echoing endlessly throughout the room, like the sweetest song he kept on repeat.
As much as Tom himself had wanted to take Harry all the way, he refrained…allowing his boy to lay boneless and sated against his chest, otherwise unmolested… wondering at Tom's behavior and just when Tom would finally relieve himself…after all he'd gone and done to…and for Harry.
But Tom merely kissed Harry's forehead, carding his fingers soothingly through his boy's hair, raking his scalp on every pass…until Harry's eyes got heavy, and he wound up falling straight to sleep to the vibrating rhythm of Tom's steady heartbeat in his ear, thrumming like an engine put on hold, just waiting to be revved to its fullest potential.
"That's right…sleep darling. We have a long day ahead."
If Harry registered Tom's ominously whispered words at any point, he gave no indication…remaining motionless as a doll with cut strings.
Tom allowed his eyes to travel to the corner, lighting upon an innocent looking, nondescript, bulging brown bag pushed unassumingly to the end of the couch…waiting like Pandora's Box to be opened and unleashed.
Harry had naturally asked about the bag when Tom had come home with it, but Tom had gently diverted his attention by saying it was for Tom's birthday, and no, Harry could not see now…not until then, lest he ruin everything.
And Harry never wanted to ruin anything for Tom, so he'd merely let it rest and had gotten on board with their lovely evening.
Now that Tom had him successfully laid out and unconscious, he felt he could begin plotting in earnest…just how to go about everything he had in mind.
It wasn't like he didn't know what he was going to do…but he had yet to take the time to ruminate over all the specifics…
And Tom was nothing if not a perfectionist.
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xXOXx
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The next time Harry awoke was at the stroke of midnight.
"Nnngh…Tom…?"
"Yes…Harry?"
Harry's eyes slid open and squinted through the darkness to locate Tom…who was definitely no longer lying beneath him…or even on the bed at all.
"…where are you…?" Harry cleared his throat and swallowed convulsively, a little disoriented still by the lack of any light.
"I'm here. Do you know what time it is?"
Harry groaned and sat up in bed, still unable to locate Tom. Why was the room so dark?
There was literally not a sliver of light in effect. As if every crack and crevice had been purposefully blackened out—even the windows were heavily draped, so not an ounce of moonlight seeped through.
Harry felt blind. He shivered.
"Tom…?"
Silence met him. Harry frowned and made to stand from the bed, carefully placing his feet on the floor and standing slowly upright.
Although he'd been in the apartment for some time now, he still didn't feel confident moving around without the benefit of his sight.
Stretching his arms out and placing his feet carefully one before the other, Harry moved away from the bed…wading through the air, trying to find Tom.
"Are you h-hiding from me…Tom?"
Harry called out softly, feeling the hairs on the back of his neck raise as he continued to move with nothing to go by…hoping against hope that he could find Tom by his voice, if he spoke again.
"Now why would I do that, darling? Today is a special day. I'm sure you recall…"
Harry froze as the air stirred around him, and he could suddenly sense Tom standing directly behind him—not moving at all, just hovering…breathing in an out…like a bodiless specter as his sultry voice crooned through Harry's ears.
"It's New Year's Eve, Harry…my birthday…"
Harry swallowed thickly and whirled around, coming nose to chest with Tom…and peering through the dark to see nothing but a humanoid silhouette of a face floating above him, whose features and expression remained hopelessly obscured.
Tom didn't move. Harry didn't breathe as he felt Tom's hand come up to cup his cheek, with Tom's thumb stroking his skin idly in small circles all the while.
"Happy b-birthday…Tom…" Harry whispered, slowly beginning to catch on, even as he asked, "How come…it's so dark…?"
"Because…we're going to play a game…a little trust exercise, between you and I…"
"…okay…"
Harry couldn't see it, but he could tell Tom was smiling…pleased. Harry's heart began to beat a little faster as both Tom's hands landed on his bare shoulders, turning him back around so he was faced away from the taller teen once more.
Before he could wonder what was to happen now, Tom was telling him, "Close your eyes…and let me know if this feels too tight."
Harry opened his mouth, only to think better of it and do as he was told.
The next thing Harry felt was a length of cloth being pressed over his eyes and secured snugly behind his head—an obvious blindfold.
Now Harry truly was blinded with no recourse but Tom to rely on for guidance.
As if rewarding Harry for his compliance, Tom bent down and kissed the back of Harry's neck…inhaling deeply against Harry's skin, causing Harry's own breath the hitch for the feel of Tom's lips and breath wafting over his goose-pimpling flesh.
"How does that feel?"
Harry sucked in a breath, feeling warmth beginning to pool in his abdomen as Tom's tongue darted out lazily to taste his skin…sliding sinuously against the length of his neck, leaving a cool stripe of damp skin behind upon smooth departure.
"Mmm…"
Tom moaned softly.
Harry spoke. "It…its f-fine…"
"Good."
Harry felt the air stir again, and he knew Tom was moving away…going somewhere Harry couldn't follow, forcing Harry to stand in place waiting for the next directive.
In a matter of seconds Tom was back, now pressing a large hand to the small of Harry's back and urging him gently forward.
Harry moved blindly, trusting Tom not to steer him into a wall, even as he felt the floor beneath him switch to that of the hallway…rather than the carpeting of the living room, and Tom kept him moving right along.
Saying nothing else, merely pressing Harry forward.
Harry didn't remember it taking so long to get from one place to the other in the apartment before, but he guessed it was because he couldn't see…that the path felt inordinately stretched.
"W-where are we…going…"
Harry trailed off as Tom pressed a hand down on his shoulder, stilling him in place before he heard the snick of a door opening.
"We are going to take a bath…darling…"
Harry opened his mouth and shut it again as Tom guided him forward, into the humid, warm aired…fragrant bathroom space. Harry could taste incense in the air, and it smelled like…
"Vanilla…?"
Tom chuckled softly, and Harry heard the door shut behind them. "Roasted Vanilla Sugar…for relaxation…among other effects…"
Harry nodded and froze as Tom still him once more, coming to stand before him and allowing his hands to both travel down Harry's sides and chest, until they reached the waistband of his boxers…the only piece of clothing left on his body.
Harry knew where this was going…but it still made him blush when he felt the air stir with Tom obviously bending low to pull his underwear all the way down…past his knees, to fall at his ankles…which he tapped in turn for Harry to step out.
It was mildly disconcerting to thing that Tom could see Harry bare all with Harry being unable to glimpse him in return.
Harry felt his breath hitch as Tom's hands moved up his calves, over his thighs…behind to squeeze his buttocks…before settling at his waist again and pulling him flush against Tom.
Who Harry only just realized must be naked as well.
Harry's breathing sped up as he felt all of Tom pressed so intimately against him…so familiar in all its musculature and strength…even as he could only blindly feel around it.
Tom didn't stop Harry's hands from feeling up his back, brushing the width of his shoulder blades, before drifting down his front until Harry could feel the swell of his pectorals, down over his clenching abs…until Harry found what he sought.
What he could feel pressing hot and hard against his lower stomach…swelling with so much blood it must be painful, even as Tom made no move to relieve it in the slightest...
"Tom…ah…." Harry ghosted his fingers along Tom's member, smiling beneath his shroud as he heard the change in Tom's breathing, from effortlessly deep…to rasping and shallowed.
"Would you like me to…" Harry trailed off, turning his head up in the direction of Tom's face and licking his lips slowly…even as he gave a purposeful stroke and squeeze to the flesh his hand had commandeered.
Tom's chest vibrated with silent laugher, and Harry frowned a bit as Tom moved backwards…leading Harry by the boy's grip on his dick, even as he stepped carefully down the stairs leading into the steaming waters of the Jacuzzi…just this side of too hot to be pleasant.
Harry breathed deep and had no choice but to follow Tom in his descent, even as he hesitated on the stairs, as they were slippery, and his only handhold…was Tom's flesh…not ideal for grabbing harder to stave off a fall.
"Come along…there will be plenty of time for that later."
Tom's hands steadied Harry by the waist, as he guided Harry into the waters with him…smirking unseen as Harry flinched for the water's temperature, even as he slowly sank down beneath the surface with Tom.
Harry hissed and clung to Tom as the heat melted through his muscles, and the scent of the Vanilla Sugar became stronger…wafting around him and mixing with the humid air, until he felt like he was smoking something.
Tom's hands found him beneath the water, and Harry clung to Tom's shoulders as Tom's hands spread his thighs apart until Harry was straddling his lap…sitting on top of him in the perfect grinding position, with Tom pressed up between the cleft of his ass, and Harry's own member rising against Tom's lower stomach…now swollen and aching for its own release.
Harry panted as he bobbed up and down in the water, and Tom's hands traveled up and down and all along his body, even as Harry struggled to contain the building want inside of him.
"It's time to get you and I clean. Be a dear and hold this."
Harry felt a strangely shaped bottle be pressed into his hand, and he tilted his head at Tom in blind question.
Tom grabbed Harry's other hand and maneuvered the bottle so it was upended on Harry's palm, releasing a thick, fragrant fluid…which smelt vaguely of…blueberry?
"You're going to rub that all over me, Harry. Don't miss a spot. And be careful not to waste it." Were Tom's directives to the boy, even as Harry asked, "H-how will I reach all of you…beneath the water…?"
Harry could hear the smile in Tom's voice. "I'm going to stand up, of course. You'll have to follow me if you want to reach everything."
Harry felt the substance beginning to get between his fingers, and he nodded.
"…m'kay…I'll start at the top…"
Tom grinned as Harry's hand came down to begin rubbing the product all along his skin, beginning with his chest and shoulders…traveling along both his biceps…until Harry moved back in order to facilitate Tom rising from the water so he could reach all the rest.
Tom breathed steadily through Harry's purposeful hands traveling all over him, not hesitating a bit as they blindly spread the substance on him, dipping into muscles and curves and crevices fluidly…slipping lower and lower, until Tom had to grit his teeth and swallow a bubbling groan as Harry's hands finished with his thighs, only to travel deeper…until they reached his most precious member…enclosing the flesh in a slippery grip which tightened and loosened in turns, simulating what Harry's mouth had offered to do to him just a few minutes earlier.
Tom reached down and threaded his fingers through his boy's hair, before guiding him closer until his face was level with the slicked up penis between his legs.
Harry panted softly, obviously wondering what Tom was doing, halting him in his directives.
"Now…you may suck." Tom purred darkly, pressing Harry forward until Harry could smell the blueberries wafting up to his nose…hesitating as he kept his mouth shut.
He'd been sure it was some kind of soap he was putting on Tom…but if Tom wanted him to suck him with that on his skin…it'd be a fine way of poisoning him.
Tom's eyes narrowed knowingly, even as his voice cooled in speculation for Harry's continued stalling, "…are you refusing?"
Harry swallowed, tilting his head back to an angle presumably in the direction of Tom's gaze.
"You don't want me…to rinse it f-first…?"
Tom grinned wolfishly—unseen, as he said a firm and silky, "No."
Harry lowered his head, and sighed mutely aloud. Well then…if it was soap…he was screwed.
Tom's eyes gleamed with triumphant heat as Harry finally opened his mouth, steadying himself with both hands on Tom's strong thighs, and swiped his tongue from the tip of his lathered dick all the way down to the base…moaning loudly in irrepressible shock.
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The explosion of flavor on Harry's tongue from the first lick was as surprising as it was relieving.
Whatever was on Tom's skin…was apparently edible…not soap at all…
And Harry moaned from deep in his throat as he lost all reservation and went to town on Tom's manhood—licking and suckling every inch…not caring what he looked like as he did so…because he was sure it was lewd, with how wide he was opening his mouth and how much tongue he was applying on every pass…so eager to taste the blueberry explosion sweetening his taste buds as he set about devouring Tom…his Tom…who was panting heavily and stroking Harry's head encouragingly while whispering filthy expletive laced words of praise for Harry's enthusiasm.
"Fuck…such a good little cocksucker…my darling…I could fuck your throat raw...haa…haah…watch you do this…all day long…shit...Harry…!"
Harry clamped down and palmed Tom's balls, rolling them gently as he felt Tom's hand clench tightly in his hair…as Tom reached the obvious climax Harry's ministrations had brought him to.
The mixture of blueberries and semen tasted strange in Harry's mouth…but it wasn't awful…
Harry swallowed convulsively around Tom's cock, throat constricting repeatedly as he set to milking it for all the cum inside…vibrating with his own untouched need beneath the water as he groaned deeply, and cleared all of the spurting spunk from Tom's spent member…not spilling a drop.
Harry came off Tom with a wet pop, panting and licking his lips as he shuddered…turning his face up, giving Tom the perfect view of his reddened cheeks and trembling, gaping mouth even as Tom came down from his own monumental high.
That had been good…really…really good.
Tom sank carefully back down into the water, until he was close enough to kiss Harry full on the mouth…which he did without pause, languidly licking his tongue all around Harry's tender insides…until Harry was panting for a whole different reason all together, feeling their tongues sliding together in parody of what their bodies so often did in bed, when Tom was thrusting so hard into him that Harry could only hold on and let him have his way until it was over.
Tom parted from Harry's lips as his boy gasped for air, arms would around Tom's neck as Tom pressed them chest to chest…with Harry once more straddling his lap in the perfect position on top of Tom's now quiescent cock.
"I suppose you liked that…"
Tom murmured into Harry's ear, and Harry panted a yes as he felt Tom's fingers slithering up and down his backside, skating between his cleft and ghosting along his own neglected member repeatedly, teasing him most effectively underwater.
Finally—after Harry appeared ready to bat Tom's hands away and simply jerk it out himself, Tom gripped Harry in such way as to urge him into an automatic standing position before Tom in the tub, before retrieving the bottle of substance sitting on the edge, where Tom had discarded it at some point early on.
Tom popped the cap off, upended it into his own hand, and murmured for Harry's piqued ears, "My turn."
Before going to work slicking up Harry's entire body, leaving no place uncovered.
-v-
xXOXx
-v-
It had been gratifying…in a breathtaking way, observing this small measure of Harry's trust in him.
Tom knew…his boy had doubted. But even so—beyond that, he had done what Tom bade…not hesitating once Tom made his desires clear.
Seeing Harry on his knees, taking him into his mouth, not knowing what was on Tom's body—if it would hurt him or not, had been euphoric…in the way that Tom had felt a rush of unparalleled arousal for Harry's abandonment of caution…in favor of Tom's demands.
Harry's expression after realizing what was on Tom's body…after the mystery of the substance was revealed, had amused Tom greatly…even if his boy's expressive eyes had been cloaked.
The noises emitted from Harry's throat and the resulting enthusiastic sucking had threatened to bring Tom to his knees, were he not intent upon being above Harry, able to fully observe all that his boy was doing to him…for him…and immensely enjoying every second of it.
When Tom came, grasping Harry's hair in that tight grip of his…it had been with the fascinating knowledge that yes…Harry trusted him…inexplicably…enough to blindly follow his lead into the unknown.
From the offset…Harry had put himself in Tom's hands, when Tom could have done literally anything to him.
Waking up the way he had…in the middle of the night, in the pitch black Tom had so painstakingly strove to duplicate as Harry had slept…not knowing what was happening, in a sleep addled state…calling for Tom…over and over.
Feeling so relieved once Tom responded…was heady—an aphrodisiacal relaxant just as potent as the burning Vanilla incense thickening the bathroom air, ramping up their innate libidos and giving a tantalizing boost to their collective need.
Tom had only sampled the edible moisturizing, water resistant lubricant and flesh cleanser briefly before using it…but it had a tolerable enough taste by itself.
Slathered all over Harry though…it was like making his boy into his very own blueberry tart, with a creamy filling Tom was dying to get onto his tongue and rolling down his gullet.
By the time he had Harry covered in the substance, his boy was trembling and clutching at Tom's shoulders…panting and quivering in want as Tom began to lave at the skin of his legs and thighs, nipping here and there as if to break the skin, but not quite—migrating leisurely all along Harry's body, skating around the pretty red, swollen and neglected cock flagging for attention between Harry's legs, and leaving no other square inch of flesh unmolested by his mouth.
Harry moaned, abdomen clenching reflexively as Tom dipped his tongue repeatedly into his navel, collecting pooled blueberry essence on his tongue and spreading it up Harry's stomach with hungry swipes of his wet muscle, licking the boy like the world's tastiest, oversized Popsicle.
"Haah…Haah…Toommaah…please…!"
Tom crouched so he could reach Harry's nipples, and he bit and sucked hard at them both in turn, alternating back and forth until they'd become solid, dusky peaks upon Harry's heaving chest…standing out against his peach skin and inspiring Harry's member to leak precum over itself and into the water from the treatment.
Harry's knees shook and threatened to buckle as the pressure between his legs became overwhelming, but Tom caught and supported his boy…taking Harry's body weight upon himself and lowering Harry until he was bent over the edge of the tub, with both arms planted beneath his head, and his lower half being held up in the air for Tom's viewing ease.
Pink in the face and endlessly aroused, Harry arched his back and held onto the tub's edge as Tom spread his buttocks apart without preemption—revealing the tight, pink sphincter within Harry's slick cleft, which he hadn't spared from being liberally coated with the blueberry substance.
Harry moaned and pressed backwards, pleading again for Tom to do something about his state.
Tom observed his boy bent over, completely at his mercy, clutching the Jacuzzi's side and resisting touching himself even as his dick hung heavy, and was so obviously painful for him to bear.
Tom crooned in pleasure, "Such a good boy…", and spread Harry's cheeks a little wider as he sank to his knees behind the boy, until his face was level with the place his hands had opened, leaving Harry exposed to the air and the water lapping against them, keeping them both wet and alternatively cooled and warmed where it touched and dripped.
Harry shivered. "P-please…Tom…nnghaa…it hurts…"
Tom's dick began to fill rapidly for Harry's plaintive whimpering, and he moaned throatily as he huskily replied, "Relax darling…I've got you now…"
Right before swiping Harry with his long tongue from the back of his sack, all the way up to his tail bone...and finally, taking his boy's cock in one encompassing hand and squeezing…just shy of too tightly to be comfortable…and preventing Harry from cumming on the spot with the added pressure to his member.
Harry cried out, and jerked spasmodically…either to get away from Tom's grip on his cock, or force Tom's tongue deeper into his body from where it was skating up and down, over and over—prodding the rim of Harry's entrance without going deeper, and basically just being lapped at until Tom decided to put Harry out of his everlasting torment.
"Uhhnnn…"
Tom was rather enjoying the mix of Harry and the blueberries coating his tongue, and as the last of the lubricant from between Harry's cheeks dissolved on his palate, Tom forced his tongue in through the fluttering hole he'd been teasing for the longest, finally giving Harry what his boy so craved from him…
His immediate reward was a keening wail, and Tom added a slick finger in beside his tongue as he thrusted in and out…widening the entrance methodically, and spreading lingering lube all up the familiar channel.
Harry was going to pieces at this point. His words incoherent babblings and Tom's name interspersed throughout.
Upon interposing a second finger, Tom retracted his long tongue and set about prodding for that magical spot to send his boy into electric convulsions around him.
His own cock was already back to full mast, and Tom exerted extreme force of will to continue prepping his boy properly…so as not to actually hurt him, even as his hand continued keeping Harry's cock from releasing its load…in a most restrictive way.
Tom crooked his fingers and bumped up against something…and Harry arched high into the air, sloshing water violently about as Tom's fingers within him struck gold, and began to dig and dig and dig.
Hitting it over and over, again and again, until Harry was effectively sobbing through his blindfold…and so bloody frustrated by Tom's restraining grip around him that all he could do was focus on breathing and not having a heart attack from the strain, for his heart was hammering so hard against his ribcage that he felt it might burst open.
Adding a third and final finger to the duo, Tom wasted no more time in stretching his boy out.
He knew very well how much Harry could take in preparation for him…and when enough was really enough.
Tom retracted his three fingers at last, and focused on that sphincter clenching so desperately on air as he reached blindly for the lube bottle, and messily snapped it open with one hand, upending it messily over his cock and tossing it carelessly to the side, away from the water, as he slicked himself once more for the breach he was about to make.
Harry barely got a warning before Tom was sliding home in one long, sudden thrust.
Impaled as he now was—Harry's back arched high into the air, and he loudly screamed Tom's name as Tom gripped his hip in one hand, and gained the leverage to pound.
From that point on it was all a sensational blur.
When Tom hit the edge, he loosened his grip around Harry's cock, and on a final violent thrust…he gave it a tight stroke from root to tip—which caused Harry to come apart instantly, seeing stars in the dark of his blocked vision as he released the load which left him breathless and boneless, hanging from the Jacuzzi rim and supported by Tom being drained so deeply within him.
It took a while for Harry to drift all the way back down.
By the time his heartrate had partially normalized, Tom had pulled out and was holding him in his arms, cradled bridal style to his chest…like something precious and unbearably fragile.
Tom stepped out of the Jacuzzi waters—now draining slowly from the tub, with Harry in tow…and Harry, still blindfolded and rather out of commission, felt himself floating in the air, supported by Tom's strong arms and being set upon his feet…only to be immediately swaddled in a huge towel, which Tom promptly utilized to dry him off.
Harry's head felt foggy in the darkness, and he sighed softly as Tom tapped his foot, telling him without words to lift it as Harry held onto Tom's wet shoulders.
By the time Harry was all dry, Tom was stepping away, and Harry was left standing naked and bereft in front of the bathroom mirror with no directive.
"Tom…?"
Harry questioned softly…sounding lost and more than a little drained.
"I'm here." Tom's voice floated down to him, and Harry parsed out that he was somewhere near the bathroom door, quite a few steps away.
Harry turned blindly and tilted his head, opening his mouth and closing it again as the air stirred, and he felt a loaded package being pressed into his hands.
"Wha…?"
Tom smiled down at Harry, unseen by the boy as he licked his lips and ran a hand through his hair…eyes gleaming with smoldering desire as he stared down at Harry's nakedness…holding onto the brown bag and its remaining contents.
"You are going to get dressed now. Into what's inside that bag. I'm going to leave the room and you're going to take off your blindfold. You will put in your contacts…and you will call for me when you're fully dressed and the bag is emptied."
Harry nodded slowly, saying in a small, hoarse voice, "…yeah…'kay…"
And then Tom was gone.
Harry stood in the bathroom alone as the door was shut…and he bent carefully to sit the bag on the floor, before reaching behind his head to fiddle with the blindfold.
When it came away…Harry's eyes grew wide in astonishment.
-v-
There were candles everywhere.
The scent of incense in particular came from four special candles placed on the sink, and near the tub…so as to evenly fill the air.
Everywhere else, regular white scentless candles glowed, casting the room in a soft light which didn't strain Harry's eyes in the least. It all looked very…romantic.
Harry felt a clench in his chest…thinking about how long it must've taken Tom to set everything up, and sighing in wonder.
He sort of really wished he could've seen what Tom was able to see whilst they were in here.
But something about being at Tom's mercy in the darkness, knowing that Tom would be there…feeling low in his gut that Tom wouldn't let any harm come to him, no matter how he egged him on to his limits and beyond…Harry panted softly for the whole notion.
He knew first hand just how stimulating such treatment was.
And now he had his eyes back…
Harry stared at the bathroom countertop, finding his contact case innocently resting upon the surface.
In another heartbeat he was tilting his head back and putting them in, blinking as his vision cleared and staring at himself in the mirror.
He looked dazed…softly lit and glowing all over.
Tom hadn't left any visible marks…but Harry could feel where Tom's mouth had been, like a phantom caress…where Tom's hands had been, clenching at his body…holding him tight and open…vulnerable…
Harry licked and bit his bottom lip, bending over to collect the brown bag from the floor and sitting it on the countertop before him.
As he unrolled and reached inside of it, his hand came in contact with a silky sheath of fabric…which felt rather light and flimsy to him.
Extracting it from the bag in a careful grasp, Harry held it up to the light and just stared…mouth drying out and cheeks heating automatically beneath a hot blush.
"Oh god…"
-v-
Harry stared into the mirror, patently disbelieving the getup he was sporting…and holding onto the countertop in a death grip as he teetered back and forth unsteadily on what had to be the world's highest, strappy heels.
He was wearing nude thigh high stockings, which had elegant lace around the tops and covered his legs in such way that the fine hairs he had were masterfully camouflaged beneath the fabric.
There was a pale blue, split mesh top…with a lacy blue bust tied around his neck by slightly darker, shiny blue ties…embellished with a blue ribbon bow.
It hung down until it partially covered his bottom and ghosted both his sides…leaving his navel on display.
Beneath all that—a point which caused Harry to flush darker and feel an inordinate amount of warring arousal and embarrassment…Harry wore the initial slip of cloth he'd pulled from the bag…which was a pair of silky, open backed panties…made in such way as to leave his backside (specifically the hole within) easily accessible through the delicately concealing, sea foam green fabric…which felt sensuous upon the skin of his buttocks and did little in the way of warmth.
Harry shivered as his eyes found the last point of the whole getup…which was an onyx black collar fastened at his neck, with a small silver bell and the word MINE engraved in bold silver fancy calligraphy, accented by diamonds…in all caps, directly above the little circular bell.
Harry got the message loud and clear, and he stared at the collar and poked the bell with his finger…listening to the delicate ringing in rapt fascination, and wondering where Tom had even gotten it…
Even as his cheeks affected a permanent pink hue for the true nature of Tom's birthday wishes...
He wasn't being subtle anymore…at all.
Harry shivered, remembering that Tom had told him to call once he'd gotten dressed.
His heart leapt at the thought of Tom seeing him like this, and he suddenly wished for his blindfold back…if only to avoid death by spontaneous combustion when Tom's eyes found him.
Strange how the darkness now felt so comforting in the light of all else…Harry eyed the blindfold discarded on the counter, and clenched his fists tight.
Coming to a decision to bite the bullet and be brave…right before calling Tom's name in his loudest voice—wincing as it rebounded and echoed off the bathroom walls.
-v-
xXOXx
-v-
Tom was finishing off the last of his business in the kitchen and getting ready for the final stages of his birthday session in his bedroom, when Harry's voice drifted from the bathroom to his piqued ears.
Tom immediately turned away from the situated bed and made his way predatorily to the bathroom.
Anticipation thrumming through his veins and his mouth watering in patent hunger for what he was sure to see…it truly was a shame his birthday only came once annually.
He was going to milk this for all it was worth.
-v-
When Tom reached the bathroom and swung open the door, his eyes were treated to a veritable feast.
Harry stood staring up at him, rooted next to the sink…trying not to topple over as Tom's eyes traveled up…down…sideways…and just all over his scantily clad body.
"…h…hey…"
Harry breathed, blushing heavily and averting his eyes from Tom's own…unable to stand the palpable heat burning within them, nor the sight of Tom's own body on such display as he hadn't been able to gawp at it for quite some time…stuck beneath the blindfold as he had been.
Tom licked his lips slowly and stepped further into the room.
His upper half remained bare…and he was dressed in a loose pair of elastic waist pants which reminded Harry of a genie, with the way they billowed and clung…easily showcasing the strength of body within and doing nothing to conceal Tom's own burgeoning erection beneath the flimsy shroud.
Tom wasn't wearing anything else.
Harry stared down at Tom's bare feet as they came closer and closer, until Tom was toe to toe with the dangerously high heels, and Harry's chin was lifted up until he had no choice but to look up and hold Tom's avaricious gaze.
"…stunning…"
Was the word Tom murmured, right before leaning down and blanketing Harry's parted lips with his own and sucking the soul from his boy's body, like some demonic creature bent on devouring the true essence of Harry…until there was just nothing left.
Tom's hands roamed over Harry's backside, and Harry gasped into the kiss as Tom slipped a mischievous two fingers through the gap in the undies, immediately thrusting between Harry's cheeks to graze that swollen entrance Harry could only reflexively clench as Tom prodded it.
It was still tender from their tub antics.
But Harry…he wanted…he could take so much more…he knew…with the way his blood was pooling down low, and his breaths kept coming faster and faster as his chest heaved against Tom's, and Tom's mouth continued to move against his own...leaving him no room to pull away from the other's lips as Tom worked him over.
Their tongues did what some would call battle, but Harry knew to be a dirty, dirty dance.
So much action in his mouth had saliva leaking from the corners as Harry's arms came up around Tom's neck, with Harry clenching his fingers in Tom's ebony tresses, and Tom grappling his rump with both strong hands and squeezing repeatedly, rucking up the fabric of the delicate suit…and leaving Harry shuddering all over in his grasp from the stimulation.
When Tom finally parted from Harry's lips, dragging his talented tongue out against the sensitive roof along the way, Harry clung to him and staggered unsteadily as Tom bodily removed him from the bathroom.
Taking an inordinate amount of pleasure from the sight of Harry walking like a baby fawn, attached desperately to his arm, as he led them both across the dark hall and into Tom's bedroom…where Harry was once again greeted to the sight of candles just everywhere.
Despite the obvious fire hazard…it was quite beautiful.
Harry's breath caught on automatic as Tom closed the door behind them and literally swept him off his feet.
-v-
When Tom deposited Harry upon the bed, the first thing Harry noticed was the distinct lack of familiar sheets.
It had been stripped to the bare minimum…and the remaining cover was something thick and almost rubberlike. It looked like something you'd put down for easy cleanup.
Were they about to get messy?
"You have no idea…how much I want to wreck you…"
"Tom…haa…"
"You trust me."
The way Tom said that…sounded exultant and wondering in equal measures…also…calculatingly perilous.
Harry swallowed and just stared up at Tom hovering above him, arms and legs spread out as he remained on his back upon the bed.
He didn't see anything else besides the sinister smile upon Tom's face as he got nearer, until their noses were level, and he could feel Tom's breath wafting across his lips as he spoke.
"If you want out of this game…it's rather too late, darling." Tom whispered.
Harry narrowed his emerald eyes in affront, challenge sparking within before he quietly demanded, "Do your w-worst...I promised you. It's y-your birthday...Tom."
Tom's lips stretched in an elongated smirk, appearing closer to a lopsided, feral grin as he nuzzled against Harry's throat, kissing the collar around his boy's neck and flicking the bell with his tongue…before replying.
"Well then…I want you to face me, on your hands and knees."
Tom's eyes glinted as Harry flushed, rolled his eyes slightly…and moved to immediately comply.
When Harry was in position, Tom moved to the head of the bed behind him…leaving Harry staring into the space he'd once occupied in confusion on his hands and knees, backside poised in the air on decorative display.
Tom chuckled and moved to grasp the full bowl and necessary utensils from his nightstand, sitting them on the bed where the pillows once were, and situating himself in prime position to have unfiltered access to Harry's delectable backside.
At the foot of the bed, Harry heard Tom moving around, but he didn't turn around…because Tom hadn't told him to.
Maintaining his position and biting his lip in anticipation for what…he didn't know…Harry's eyes fluttered and widened comically as something very cold drizzled between his cheeks through the opening in the panties, and another something solid, and excessively lubricated slipped inside next…widening his tender hole and stretching it inordinately without let up…sliding far deeper than it should have been able to, pressing all the way into Harry's most intimate of sectors...which clamped down and held fast to whatever it was inside of him.
Harry gasped and jerked his head instinctively to peer over his shoulder at Tom in bewilderment, who was staring at the view of whatever he'd just placed inside of him with a small, salacious grin on his face.
"W-what was that…?"
Harry couldn't help but ask.
Tom stared back at him, lips pulled into a serene smile as he replied, "You trust me. Don't worry about it."
Harry felt whatever it was shift inside of him…and he began to sweat a little.
Truthfully speaking...he was worried.
But Tom looked like whatever he'd done wasn't going to suddenly go Alien and rip a new hole in Harry's arse…so Harry choked back his trepidation and silently resumed his forward facing position on the bed, grunting as his arms started to hurt from holding him so stiffly upright.
For his continued obedience, Tom dragged his hand from the nape of Harry's neck—all the way down the slope of his back, with deliberate pressure…effectively massaging the boy's spine and making him feel like an overgrown kitten being praised.
For that metaphor, the bell on Harry's neck chimed…and Harry groaned softly in pleasure as Tom's hand stroked him once more in the same way.
"Look at you…so easily riled by my touch. My little pet…"
Harry felt an electric wave travel through his body for Tom's possessive phrasing, and he widened the stance of his legs…proffering his rump all the more with his renewed positioning.
Tom moved behind him, and Harry felt the bed dip.
After a beat…Tom was placing his hand on the center of Harry's back and wordlessly urging him to stretch all the way out…onto his stomach.
Harry moaned as the switched positioning brought him into direct frontal contact with the bed's odd covering, and his feet came up into the air…heels glinting in the candlelight and bumping his bottom briefly as his knees folded back.
The thing inside him shifted deeper, and Harry moaned loudly as he felt it press against what had to be his prostate.
Tom seemed to have been waiting for that moment…as suddenly he murmured, "…right on time…" and Harry was made to stare forwards in confusion, feeling all keyed up to no effect whilst Tom handled something noiselessly behind him, and a low click precluded a poignant vibration from deep inside of Harry…right up against his prostate, coming directly from the foreign, inserted object.
Harry cried out and clawed at the rubbery coverlet with his short nails, clenching his buttocks open and shut, and rutting against the bed to no avail as the vibration continued…getting him harder and harder…before it just…ceased.
Harry's whole body shook…and he leveraged himself up on an arm in order to curl onto his side and level Tom with a direct, disbelieving look.
Tom stared back at him, blinking innocently as he held up what looked to be some kind of small remote…with only three buttons in a vertical row.
"You…what was…haah…nnghaa…Tom!"
Tom tilted his head, and Harry's heart throbbed in his chest for the all too angelic smile Tom graced him with—looking like some kind of fallen angel about to be pardoned by God for some heinous sin…or welcomed with open arms by Satan himself.
"Is something the matter? You look a bit flushed."
Harry glared and bristled as a retort on the tip of his tongue was summarily snatched away by the vibration starting up again, causing him to curl up near double…whimpering and aching, cock hardening untouched between his legs as he shifted and bucked his hips, pleading with Tom to stop it…because he knew this was Tom's doing…and if he didn't stop it soon…Harry would be creaming the delicate fabric of Tom's pretty clothes and making a horrible mess all over himself.
Just when he was ready to explode already…Harry felt the vibrations cut off…and then Tom was up off the bed, humming playfully…mockingly, as he fiddled with something Harry couldn't see on the night stand.
"Now…we wouldn't want this to end too soon, so I need you to turn over and spread your legs…wide darling…"
Harry froze in place, sweating and shivering and panting as he stared in horror at the innocuous thing held between Tom's thumb and forefinger.
"…nnngh…"
Tom waited patiently. Oh so very patiently for Harry to comply.
After what felt like a veritable age of Harry staring up at Tom with wide, watery emeralds—silently pleading with the merciless teen to see reason…Harry reluctantly rolled over onto his back, resuming the position he started in and closing his eyes as Tom hovered above him, reaching out and delving the entirety of his hand beneath the stretched fabric, damp and tented around Harry's straining erection.
Harry arched his back and moaned as Tom freed him to the air, before bending to lick the whole of the shaft…once, twice…three times…before sliding the enlarged ring he held down to the base, and locking it securely into place.
Harry groaned throatily, and felt tears beading up in his eyes as his cock was once again restrained in a velvety, rigid cuff…rendered unable to come now, no matter the stimulus.
Tom smiled in satisfaction.
Harry would have been happier to see Tom so happy…if only it wasn't at his own expense.
Even so…Harry couldn't help but hate to love how utterly gleeful Tom looked as he stood above him, genuinely enjoying every fascinating moment of Harry's prolonged arousal and inordinate surrendering to himself…and all of his perversions.
It was good to be trusted.
Tom thought…that trust…was a very good look on his Harry.
That New Year's Eve—on Tom's 18th birthday, Harry gave Tom the gift of all his trust…and by sunrise…Tom had stretched and tested it to the limit.
Until Harry was consigned to his very own euphoric hell…at the hands of his very own personal devil…who loved him to death.
-v-
End Violation.
-v-
A/N: …Happy New Year?
I did my best. I hope nobody was disappointed by Tom's birthday…it came to me the way it did, and I wrote it out as best I could.
**Factoid: I even did google searches for Harry's costuming…which took way too long to be sane. I would've inserted images…but I didn't want random faces included in our Violation.**
So there's a cookie for working your imaginations.
I cannot believe we broke the 11,000+ word barrier again…with 90% smut.
Ah well…at least this ends the Hols! .
I hope everybody enjoyed these ginormous Holiday Special Parts, and I look forward to hearing back from each and every one of you awesome peeps in 2021.
#WeMadeIt – #ByeBye2020
Until next we chat,
Stay amazing and be safe ~ 🌺🐍🌕
Obligatory Disclaimer: La La La. I don't own. LA LA LA. Veeeeeery belated Happy New Year!
~ Ravenslith-FledglingMoon ~ 🌺🐍🌕