A/N:
this is genuinely just a bit of indulgent smut to top off what was a clusterfuck of angst in the main story. of course, that isn't to say this is angst-free BUT i tried my best lmao.
no new tags and warnings here other than a reminder that the Explicit Sexual Content tag very much applies. this is intended to be as realistic of a progression of their relationship as i can manage with this still being, you know, smut without (much) plot.
this takes place some time in the future, obviously, though i leave the exact timeline ambiguous given that there isn't a whole lot of context to justify the leap into a sexual relationship otherwise.
also tom is a switch in this AU because i said so.
Bonus Scene
Tom sucks on his father's cock, takes it down his throat until he's gagging on it. He wants to burn the image of Harry's half-lidded pleasure into his mind forever. His father's flushed, sweating face.
Groaning, Tom hollows his cheeks and presses his tongue flat against the underside of his father's dick. Harry's hips jump up and Tom coughs, throat fluttering around the thick intrusion.
He can't breathe. Tom makes a muffled noise of apology and pulls back. There are shiny trails of saliva left behind on his father's skin. Tom squeezes his hand around the base and works the length up and down.
"Tom," pleads his father. "Tom."
It is music to Tom's ears. He lowers his mouth and wraps his lips around the head of Harry's dick and runs his tongue over the tip. The taste is salty and strange, but it is Harry, so Tom loves it.
The two of them are naked on the bed, Harry's hands fisted into the white cotton sheets while Tom pleasures him. What Tom wants is for his father to fuck him the way he has imagined so many times. He wants to settle on top of his father's cock and feel that thick length stretch and fill him. They aren't there yet, however, and that's alright. Tom likes this, too. He likes the needy noises that Harry makes and the loving tug of his father's hand in his hair.
Tom waits until Harry is close and then he pulls away. Harry's face is so red that Tom wants to kiss him. So he does. He crawls up the length of his father's body and kisses him. Then he presses slick fingers against his father's entrance, which is wet and loose from Tom's thorough ministrations.
Satisfied, Tom lines up his cock so they can finish together.
"Yes," Tom breathes, voice low and rough as he slides in, sinking himself into his father's body, "yes, that's it."
Tom has always thought of his father as handsome, but when they lie together like this, he thinks Harry is beautiful.
Deeper and deeper Tom goes, until his hips settle flush against Harry's ass and thighs, the searing heat of his father's skin like a brand upon his own body.
Harry moans, dark lashes fluttering. His large hands move to grip Tom's waist.
Tom rolls his hips, thrusts ever so slightly, relishes in the tightness, the warmth, the snug hold of his father's arse wrapped around his dick.
What he wants most at this moment is not his own pleasure, though the notion of it sits patiently in the back of his mind. Tom wants Harry's pleasure, every last drop of it.
He nuzzles his father's face, wondering if he's given the man long enough to adjust. Harry's erratic breathing makes it difficult to tell, and Tom knows his father has a high tolerance for discomfort. A high tolerance for pain. Harry will endure when he shouldn't, say nothing when he shouldn't. It is up to Tom to tell where the limits lay.
Harry's hands tug him closer, a silent request. Tom takes the hint and begins moving. Soon the most prominent noise in the room is the slick sound of flesh against flesh, son against father.
His father pants and gasps, rocks himself to meet Tom's thrusts, a small, punched-out sound escaping from his throat every time. Tom kisses the sounds, runs his lips down the column of his father's throat. He breathes endless words of praise, endless promises of pleasure and completion.
Harry holds him even tighter, like he wants Tom to crush him into pieces, but Tom keeps as steady as he can, always gentle when his father is involved. He fucks Harry almost rhythmically until the beginnings of tears gather in the corner of the man's eyes. Harry is overwhelmed with the pleasure Tom has given him. He is close to finishing.
"Together," Tom whispers, reaching between them to stroke his father's neglected cock. "Come for me, please, father, please—"
Harry does come, then, his back arching off the bed, his body molding to Tom's as he shudders and twitches through his orgasm. Tom follows not long after, brushing his lips against his father's jaw, covering Harry's soft cries with his mouth.
When he no longer has the strength to hold himself up, Tom withdraws and collapses on the bed and curls against his father's side. He drags his hand absently through the mess on Harry's stomach while Harry catches his breath.
Harry doesn't speak much during sex. He'll say—gasp, moan—Tom's name. He'll tack on a 'please' at the end if Tom's being a tease. But Harry never initiates, and this inaction is the most telling sign of them all. Tom knows where to lay the blame for his father's lack of verbal engagement, but he won't allow that thought to ruin this moment.
After a minute, Harry's arm comes up to hold him. Tom pillows his head on Harry's shoulder and sighs in contentment. It takes effort and energy for Harry to feel up to engaging in sex. Tom wants to savour and appreciate the blissed-out feeling of a satisfying time together.
While Tom cuddles his father, he ponders the details of their relationship. He isn't naïve. Despite his sheltered life, he knows that what they have is not normal. He can only imagine what Harry's coworkers would say and do if they knew Harry sleeps with his son. If they knew how much Tom loves to run his hands all over Harry's body, exploring every inch of skin with adoration and reverence.
Soon, however, Tom plans to ease them back into the magical world. Once they are there, they will no longer have to pretend. Knowledge of their familial relation has died with Merope, meaning Tom will be able to live freely as his father's lover without fear of repercussions. His younger age may turn heads, but he's an adult. He can do as he pleases.
Harry's hand traces slow patterns on Tom's shoulder. Tom shifts even closer and props his chin on Harry's chest. If they wait a while, Tom will be good to go again. Sometimes, when Harry isn't in the mood for getting off, he'll watch Tom get off instead. Tom is just as happy to indulge that mood. He could get himself off against his father's thigh right now, put on a show…
Tom likes that idea very much. He likes being the sole focus of his father's attention and affection.
Next, Harry's hand wanders into his hair, fingers scratching over Tom's scalp. Tom hums happily and noses at Harry's shoulder. It feels like his body is melting. He wishes he could lie here forever, but unfortunately it isn't very realistic.
Tom summons his wand from the side table and cleans them off properly. He is no longer in the mood for a second round; all he wants is to fall asleep in his father's arms. With some careful adjustment of his limbs, Tom slots himself in place next to Harry. Their legs are tangled, their chests close enough that Tom can imagine his father's heart beating just for him.
Harry kisses the side of his head. Tom smiles, knowing what the kiss means, those words that Harry has difficulty saying.
"I love you, father. Good night."
Harry's voice is slightly raspy as he responds, "Good night, Tom."
Pleased, Tom closes his eyes. Now that he shares a bed with Harry, his nightmares have lessened. They are nearly non-existent. Harry is everything he wants and needs. Just to hold his father like this is an honour, a privilege.
Tom hears his father's slow yawn and feels the flex of his father's muscles as he shifts and stretches to accommodate Tom's weight. Eventually, Harry settles down. Tom listens to Harry's quiet breaths until he falls asleep.
When they wake in the morning, Tom will suggest they have ice cream for breakfast. After all, there is no one to stop them.
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END.
A/N:
here you have belated realization that i didn't give my usual long-winded author's note at the end of the previous chapter aka the end of the story, but i suppose i will spare you all (this time) the excessive thoughts rattling around in my brain.
thank you for all the lovely comments on the story!
