Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Tom was nervous and incredibly happy to be getting out of the house and going to Diagon Alley. They got dressed and made their way to Twilfitt and Tatting's. Tom had said he was alright with a less expensive clothing store, but Harry had insisted. He had done all of his personal shopping there and none of the patrons nor the shopkeepers would say a word of him being here to the press. It was one of the things he liked so much about the place.

That and their extensive catalogue. Harry had Tom's measurements added to his account and took a catalogue with him and added himself to their mailing list-something they'd mentioned he could do when he requested the catalogue so he could keep up with all the latest fashion. Apparently they added new patterns and designs every season. The two left and Harry let Tom pick out a book from the bookstore before they headed back home for being so well behaved in public. Tom cradled his prize close to his chest, having spent a long time choosing between a magical text and a muggle fantasy. He had gone with the fantasy in the end.

Harry spent that evening going through the catalogue and picking out items for Tom's new wardrobe. He hadn't made it two pages in before Tom asked him what he was doing.

"Do you want to help me choose some things for you?" Tom nodded and Harry pulled him into his lap. His hand settled across Tom's lap, his thumb gently drawing circles on Tom's hip.

Harry let him flip through pages and stopped him when they were flipping through women's shirts. Harry had seen a particular turquoise number that would look dashing on Hermione when she got bigger and made a mark next to it so he'd remember to ask her what her size was. He'd only briefly caught a glimpse of Tom gazing down at a blue shirt and panty combination set as he was putting his quill down. To test his theory, he turned a few pages at a time and paused at the underthings.

Tom was positively captivated by the pages before them. Harry let him look his fill and then leaned in to whisper in his ear.

"See anything you like my pet?" Tom shivered but managed to give the slightest of nods, his skin flushing to a deep red almost immediately. Harry told him to point out which ones he liked best and managed to coax him into showing Harry his favourites from each page. Harry marked them and they made their way through most of the catalogue before it was time for dinner.

Tom had tentatively asked if Harry could tell him how to make dinner once more and Harry quite enthusiastically told him he'd be more than willing to help. It meant the world to him that Tom was even considering helping around the house and being an active participant in Harry's day to day life.

They made steaks, a meal that was incredibly easy to prepare and required minimal attention. Something was clearly on the edge of Tom's mind, but Harry was a patient man and waited for him to say something. When he had yet to say anything after the dishes had been washed, Harry led him down to the living room so they could talk.

After pulling Tom into his lap, Harry asked him what was on his mind.

"I…"

"Was it the shopping from earlier today?" Shyly, Tom nodded. "I won't make you wear anything like that in front of anyone else if you aren't comfortable with that." Tom visibly relaxed at Harry's words.

"Thank you Master." Harry had to suppress a groan. As much as he liked hearing Tom call him that, he wasn't about to enforce that as a rule.

"You don't have to call me that." Tom looked positively scandalized at Harry's statement.

"Yes I do. I'm your literal slave. You can do whatever you want with me-including murder me-and no one would have any right to tell you otherwise. And-" Tom cut himself off, blushing furiously.

"And?"

"And...I might like calling you that instead of anything else."

Harry was unable to contain his smile. "Oh really? Tell me, do you truly enjoy calling me Master, my pet?" Tom groaned as Harry whispered into his ear. "It would seem that you're hard for me, wouldn't it?" Tom nodded while Harry's hand trailed up his leg and over his erection. "It would be such a shame to leave such a pretty little pet to his own devices without taking care of him first." Tom simply whimpered at Harry's words.

He vanished the offending trousers and pants before gripping Tom in his hand and squeezing. Tom arched his back, pressing his arse cheeks into Harry's groin before grinding his hips just so. Harry had to take a deep breath to stave off coming too soon.

"My, what a naughty minx I have. Tell me, do you like this? Being so exposed that anyone could walk in and see?"

"I thought your house was heavily warded ma-master," Tom panted.

"It is, but think about it. I could fill my home full of people and then bring you out in nothing but a collar and torture you with pleasure until you're delirious and crying for release in front of all of them. Would you like that? Or perhaps you'd enjoy it more if they were allowed to touch? All those hands on you, everywhere, stretching you and jerking you and filling your mouth and covering you with their semen...the image alone is positively obscene."

Tom came without any further stimulation, too overwhelmed to contain it. Harry cast a quick cleaning spell before telling Tom to take a shower in their bathroom and then to lay down in the bed nude. Tom scurried off and Harry put a monitoring charm on him to ensure he did exactly as asked while he finalized his order for Tom's wardrobe.

The next two weeks were filled with owls dropping off packages from his order. Tom had wanted to see what each one contained upon its arrival, but Harry told him he'd have to wait to see what all was ordered.

It wasn't until the last package arrived that Harry decided Tom would start seeing what was in the packages. He plucked out one of the more innocent silk ensambles and laid it out on the bed while Tom was in the shower with a note that simply said 'Wear this and come to the living room'.

Tom had turned the corner and Harry had to remind himself not to drool. He looked positively delightful in his new outfit. Cheeky cut panties made from sapphire coloured silk showed off his pert arse wonderfully and the same deep blue coloured lace graced his torso with the midriff tank top. It left so very little to the imagination, but it was enough that Harry was hard pressed to think he could have picked a better outfit.

He motioned for Tom to come to him and pulled him flush to his body when he was close enough. Tom was blushing, although this time it was a lovely shade of pink. It made him look so much more demure than normal. He was suddenly overcome with lust and adoration.

"Beautiful," Harry muttered. Their lips met and Tom clutched at Harry while Harry simply held him tighter. "You've been an incredibly good pet the last few weeks." Tom smiled at the praise, something he'd taken to doing in the last week or so.

"Master?" Harry nodded for him to continue. "I was wondering...about the collar thing you mentioned when you placed the order for my new clothes…"

"Have you now?"

"Will you ever give me a collar?" His eyes shone with hesitation but held just enough hope to let Harry suspect that he wanted one.

"That depends. Do you want me to give you a collar? To show the entire world, without a doubt, that you belong to me in every way possible?" Tom nodded. "Then perhaps one day I'll decide to do so. I must admit, I rather like the idea of you wearing a collar for me, but you must understand that would be one of the highest privileges I could bestow. You have to earn it first."

Tom groaned and fell to his knees before undoing his trousers and pulling out Harry's erection before sucking it down. Harry could hardly believe that Tom had initiated this in the living room of all places. He was normally very reserved when anything untoward happened anywhere besides the bedroom.

Harry let Tom control the pace and depth, so he was surprised when Tom took him down to the root and picked up the pace rather quickly. Before he knew it, he was coming down Tom's throat and Tom was swallowing every single drop.

He didn't realize how arousing it was to see someone swallowing every iota of your semen without an issue until just then. A quick glance proved that Tom had come, completely untouched, just from having Harry in his mouth. His panties had a wet patch on them and Harry cleaned them both off and dried the panties with only a passing thought before the two went to bed for the night.