Harry woke up disoriented, his face pressed into a wonderfully warm pillow. A shiver ran through him as he registered kisses along his spine. Harry could only mumble groggily,

"Sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep."

Harry felt Tom hook a couple fingers inside the waistband of his pants and heard him murmur in his ear,

"It's good that you got some rest but your body is still tense."

His skin burned pleasantly as Tom's hand moved over his back. Harry's eyelids fluttered shut again,

"Sit up, Harry. Let me undress you."

Harry was too comfortable to move and he groaned his protest in the pillow. Tom chuckled softly and lifted his t-shirt up,

"You know I will not stand for that kind of insubordination from you as my death eater…Arms up."

Harry did as told and Tom pulled his T-shirt off. Tom's fingers returned to the waistband of his pants while his other hand cupped his hips,

"Lift up."

Awareness shook him, and he obeyed quickly so Tom could pull down his pants. Was this it? Finally? After months? Even as sleep continued to grasp at Harry, desire slithered into his bones and made him needy. Harry groaned when Tom's hands glided over his shoulders and he started working the muscles there.

"Tom…"

Pleasure and pain lanced through Harry as Tom found every single knot. Tom pressed a kiss in his hair,

"Relax, Harry."

So, so easy to do. Harry closed his eyes and tried not to groan or squirm too much as Tom warmed his back and worked each muscle group in turn. While it was utterly sensual to have Tom touching him, it also felt good in a way that wasn't sexual.

He'd been tense. Parts of his back, both upper and lower, had enough knots in them to keep Tom busy for a while. The past few months really had done a number on him. Heat and movement and strong fingers combined with Tom's breath against his skin made Harry shiver. Harry felt the fingers leave him along with Tom's body heat. He heard a cabinet opening and then the rustle of clothes. Harry smiled into the pillow. It seemed Tom had undressed too. The mattress dipped and the scent of something sweet, reached Harry. It only took him a second to realize that it was oil. Was Tom going to give him an actual massage? Harry buried his face in the pillow feeling more cherished than he had ever felt. Gently Tom pulled him away from the pillow and had him lay face first on a towel and arranged his limbs and neck so he was comfortable. Tom pressed a kiss to his temple,

"Comfortable?"

Harry nodded his head,

"Yes."

The word came out languid, akin to his jelly limbs and deep breaths,

A chuckle and Tom slid his hands to Harry's hips,

"You've never had a massage before?"

No, he hadn't and his moan was all kinds of confused. So, so good to have Tom's fingers work out the tension in those muscles. He was so turned on by Tom rubbing and pulling his slick hands over his hips. His body melted as his cock hardened. Tom kissed the small of Harry's back,

"You are absolutely gorgeous. I could just eat you up."

Harry could only whimper and rock against the bed. For the first time in months, he felt relaxed and happy. He felt completely unburdened. Harry lost himself in the sensations. The entire time, Tom didn't stray near his hole. He seemingly touched every part of his hips but his crack…then worked lower, to his legs.

"Let's work on your feet. Let's see if I can get those muscles to loosen up."

The foot massage nearly had him drooling into the pillow. Tingles all the way in his skull when Tom pressed in on a particularly stubborn knot.

"Feels so good up to my head."

Tom worked his way up Harry's leg, this time lightly touching his calves. It felt better.

"It's all connected. I'm going to work a little deeper. Yelp if it hurts."

There was laughter in Tom's words and Harry smiled into the pillow. He gasped when Tom pressed harder.

After the legs, Harry was close to passing out…until Tom ran those warm hands over his hips again, then up his back. This time, the touch was anything but therapeutic. Harry shifted and bit his lip.

"This is good, too."

It came out as a whisper. Tom pinched his hips,

"Turn over."

Harry did, and there was Tom, bending over him, bare chested, bare legged, his shaft hard under the thin fabric of his underwear. A flush ran up his neck and his grin was bright and endearingly wicked.

Tom traced a finger down the center of Harry's chest. He poured more oil on his hands and leaned over, palms gliding across Harry's shoulders. He worked down one, fingers making Harry gasp as he hit every sore muscle group. Tom repeated the same with the other. More oil and his palms slid over Harry's torso. Fingers pressed into his pecs and skimmed over nipples, sending conflicting signals again. He groaned. and met Tom's gaze. The heat in them made Harry flush.

Tom's slick hands slipped to Harry's stomach, and he gave up all hope of trying to remain still. He rocked his hips.

"Want something?"

Tom's voice was rough and deep. He worked closer and closer to Harry's cock.

"Touch me, Tom. Please"

He was dying under those hands. Hot blood pounded in his head. All he wanted was Tom's hand around his shaft. Tom laughed and his fingers danced over his stomach and up his side.

"I am touching you."

Harry gasped and moaned and caught Tom's hands,

"I need you, Tom."

Tom straightened and reached for the bottle of oil.

"I want to hear you say it, Harry."

There was a gleam in Tom's eye and Harry blushed furiously. He shivered and arched his back.

"I want your hand around my cock."

He took a breath.

"I want you naked and on top of me. I want…"

His breath caught. He wanted Tom inside him. Not just his fingers, either. Tom's smile was brilliant and his eyes were overflowing with joy,

"Let's start with that lovely cock of yours, and see what happens from there?"

Harry exhaled and bent his legs so Tom could kneel between them. Finally, Tom's warm hand wrapped around Harry's shaft and he stroked. Tight. Firm. Silky smooth from the oil. Harry rolled his head against the pillow and moaned. He lifted his hips and thrust into Tom's fist.

"I like this massage."

A laugh.

"I fully intend to give you a happy ending."

He pressed his thumb against the head of Harry's shaft and slid it over the slit. Harry could only groan and work his hips faster. The closer he got to bliss, the more Tom loosened his hand.

"Not yet."

Tom let go of Harry's shaft and climbed over him until his lips were inches away from his. Tom devoured his mouth, his tongue opening Harry's lips, stroking, tasting every inch. Harry melted into the mattress, his blood thick in his veins and his head and body on fire for Tom. Their lips touched, and brushes of arms and legs…so close…so far. When Tom relented, Harry had to catch his breath. When he did, he stared up at Tom,

"Touch me…Tom…Please…"

A small smile.

"Where?"

Nerves tingled and pinpricks danced up the back of Harry's skull.

"My hips…my hole…"

A barely audible chuckle,

"Why?"

Harry knew Tom understood, but he wanted to hear the words. Intimate desires and unspoken needs spoken out loud. He whispered,

"I want you to have sex with me."

Tom smirked,

"Are you absolutely sure, Harry? Will your conscience allow it to happen again?"

He stroked Tom's strong arms because in that moment, he didn't give a damn about his conscience.

"I want you so bad, Tom. I can't even describe it."

Tom stole a kiss and whispered softly,

"I need to wash the oil off my hands. That should give you a minute to decide what you really want with a clear head."

Harry didn't need a minute; he'd already decided but he watched as Tom climbed off the bed and vanished into the bathroom. Harry nestled his head into the pillow and couldn't stop himself from smiling. He felt like he had the world on the palm of his hand. In that moment he had everything he had ever wanted. He had Tom. He finally had Tom back. Tom returned to the bed and raised an eyebrow,

"What do you want, Harry."

Harry breathed out,

"You."

Tom pulled off his underwear and fetched a different bottle from the nightstand.

"On your side then."

He shifted and did as Tom ordered, his heart ramming against his ribs. He shivered and burned and his exhale was one long shudder. Tom kissed the nape of his neck. Every nerve in Harry's body blazed at Tom's touch. He continued his kissing, down Harry's neck where he grazed his teeth along his skin

"Relax."

Harry's eyes fell closed, and he revelled in every touch. Tom's hands were warm and kneading his flesh, and he could feel his cock pressing against his leg. Tom was kissing his way back up his neck when Harry wanted him way down. Tom traced a finger over his opening, causing him to meet his too-gentle touch.

"You are all mine."

Harry's cock got harder and harder, and his belly tingled. He let out a whine.

"I need you, Tom… Please… I've waited so long."

Tom sucked on the nape of Harry's neck. Harry groaned and felt the pleasure spreading like wildfire,

"No more waiting for you, my prince."

Harry heard the unmistakable sound of a bottle opening. Cool liquid ran down his crack and he gasped when Tom circled his hole. Sparks flew up his back. He let his head drop. He pressed a finger in and Harry couldn't help the whimper,

"Does it hurt?"

Tom continued to move his finger, gently at first, then harder until Harry had the towel under him…and maybe the comforter under that clenched in his hands. He couldn't answer, only moan in rhythm to Tom's thrusts. Far too soon, Tom pulled his finger out and teased him with two wet fingers, circling him, then pushing inside. Harry exhaled noisily and white-knuckled the sheets. He fingered him and Harry was dimly aware that he was begging…pleading…

"I have to prepare you. It's been too long."

Tom sank his teeth into his shoulder and Harry hissed at the sting.

"I won't go easy on you…I can't…"

Harry sucked in a breath and forced himself to accept three fingers. Tom's breath was warm against his neck, eliciting another shudder,

"It might hurt a bit."

Harry murmured out,

"That's okay. I want to hurt for you."

Tom kissed the side of Harry's neck before he grunted as he slipped his thick erection between his legs, rubbing it against his opening,

"I just want to take you until you scream. Until you don't know if it's too much pleasure or too much pain."

Harry gulped. Tom pressed his lips against the small of his back.

"Relax and push. Don't tense up. It'll hurt."

Tom withdrew his fingers. Harry made a noise of complain. Nothing could've prepared him for how fast Tom was going to replace his fingers with his cock. The wet, blunt head pressed against his opening, and then he gripped his hip and thrust inside in one sharp push.

Harry's mouth popped open, though no sound came out. The pain was blinding and robbed him of air. And in that moment, he had only one name. Tom became everything, and he needed all of him. He'd shocked him, shocked his system. Harry felt him throbbing deep inside of him.

"I warned you."

He let out a harsh, shallow breath and bit his shoulder,

"Oh... Harry."

Eventually, Harry let out a choked sob and just barely managed to utter a broken,

"M…More."

Harry had no word for this sweet agony. The pain kept him in a death grip, clearing his head, wiping away any coherent thought, and chained him to the moment.

"Ow…"

It hurt to move, it hurt to breathe. Instead, he focused on Tom taking complete ownership of him. His rough hands were everywhere, his mouth was sucking and biting on Harry's skin—uncontrolled and unsteady—and his every action pushed at his mind. He started moving inside him in long strokes. His energy was intoxicating and consuming, and it made him doubt there was any being on this planet he couldn't seduce. Tom paused and Harry panted. Gently, Tom whispered in his ear,

"You will take it for me, won't you?"

Harry murmured, out of breath,

"An..anything. Just don't make me go away, Tom. Promise me you won't."

Tom slipped out slowly, then pushed in once more. When Tom slid a hand along the backside of his thigh, Harry exhaled a high-pitched whine. He felt like his brain had short-circuited. He was ticklish and supersensitive, and his skin wouldn't quit breaking out in goose bumps. The euphoria was beginning to flood him. His cock strained uncomfortably, but before he could do anything about it, Tom reached for it and whispered between thrusts,

"Look how hard you are."

His touch wasn't enough. He wasn't stroking or rubbing him, he was just ghosting his fingers alongside it, tracing the ridges, and it was driving Harry to tears if he didn't give him more. Tom cupped his balls gently and fondled them as if he was getting to know them. Harry whimpered. He bucked into him, back and forth, rolling his hips,

"Please, Tom!"

Tom thrust harder and Harry moaned,

"Patience."

He drove in hard and deep and set a faster pace. Then…as soon as Harry was shaking and pleading, he slowed down, and chuckled darkly when Harry accused him of enjoying his misery.

"Or maybe I love hearing you beg for me."

Harry moaned.

"Or maybe both…Oh…yes, right there, please don't stop, please, please."

Harry begged shamelessly,

"I want you so much."

Tom shuddered and held him tighter to him, and his movements picked up more speed. Harry could feel how tense he was. It was so hot.

"You feel incredible."

Harry flushed all over, and then he gave him exactly what he'd begged for. He fisted his cock and swiped his thumb over the slit, then stroked him firmly and expertly. Harry's breathing hitched, and he went rigid.

"Please, please, please,"

Harry heard myself chant breathlessly.

"So good, Tom, so good, ohhh…"

Harry gasped as Tom hit a different angle, and he almost came right there.

"I think that's it."

Tom kept hitting that spot, and his upper body inched away a bit,

"Tom, I'm…"

Harry mumbled like a drunk. The orgasm was coming at him from every direction, and he couldn't turn away from it.

"I'm, I'm…"

"I've got you. You can come."

Harry was already gone. He came and let the tremors shake him up. His ears rang, and Tom thrust into him brutally through his climax. Through the rushing sound, Harry heard Tom's gritty curses and how he was going to come inside him, how much he wanted him…

Harry was a whimpering, squirming, sweaty and thoroughly used by the time Tom slammed in once more and came inside him. His hand was still rubbing his cock, coating him in his come, causing Harry to squirm more. He'd stopped breathing. Tom continued to rock lazily.

Harry couldn't have asked for anything better than the silence that followed. Tom didn't let go of him; if anything, he hugged him to his chest impossibly hard. The soreness was already making itself known, but it only made Harry smile sleepily. It was perfect. Harry hoped Tom would stay inside him all night. And maybe wake him up and have sex with him some more.