Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

It was finally Christmas day and Harry was practically bouncing out of his seat in nervousness at breakfast. Tom, it seemed, wasn't big on dashing to the tree the first thing in the morning and insisted they have some food in them first. Harry did notice that the man ate quicker than usual.

They walked to the library and sat down on the floor by the huge pile of gifts under the tree Harry insisted they have. They all seemed to be mixed in with each other and Harry found that he rather liked it that way instead of the individual piles Hogwarts did. They each picked up a gift and Harry read the tag in wonder.

"Why would Yaxley get me anything?" Tom laughed.

"Harry, they have two lords now. Did you think they would neglect buying you anything? Most of it will likely be generic gifts as they don't know you as well as I, but I imagine some of the more perceptive ones will have gotten you things you're bound to like."

"Oh. That's nice of them. I wish I had thought to do the same."

"Harry, they all got their usual gifts from me and I had all the tags signed from the both of us. As far as they are concerned, it is taken care of." Harry felt a blush creeping up his cheeks and nodded before they opened their gifts from Yaxley.

Tom got a bottle of fine scotch and Harry got a bottle of wine from Italy. He rolled his eyes, knowing that he wouldn't get any use from alcohol since he was underage and passed it to Tom.

"Suddenly I have a feeling most of what they got me will have to do with being of age." They both laughed.

"I'm sorry Harry. For every bottle of alcoholic drink they get you, I'll be sure to get you a bottle of butterbeer to make up for it." Harry thanked him and they continued on.

Bellatrix had gotten him the most surprising gift of all the death eaters. It was a book on some rather lewd things you could do in the bedroom, ranging from completely vanilla to some pretty hardcore things. Harry set the book aside, blushing from head to toe at some of the things he had seen on the few pages he flipped to. Lucius, ever the observer, got him a bottle of the best butterbeer money could buy and a large selection of incredible fruits imported from Japan. He had never seen grapes so large and was eager to try the huge variety of delicious looking food. Severus had gotten him a new broom maintenance kit, a stylish pair of dragonhide boots and a set of matching gloves, scarf and hat for the bitter cold. He couldn't help but notice that the set was clearly meant for someone of the Slytherin house.

He got the traditional candy from the Weasley boys, new products from the twins as well as a thank you letter for the money to start up their shop, a Weasley sweater-this year in gold with a green H on the front-and a miniature quidditch pitch with magical figures that flew around on brooms to play the game. It had clearly been for the world cup they had gone to, but Ron had apparently taken the effort to spell the uniforms different colors so it looked more like Gryffindor versus Slytherin.

Hermione had sent him sugar free muggle candy and a book on quidditch tactics. Neville sent him a book on dark creatures that he thought Harry would find interesting and Luna had sent a rather pretty pressed daisy in a picture frame. It was then that Harry realized it was time to give Tom his gift.

Tom wasn't sure if he should be worried about the sudden look of nervousness on Harry's face or if he should just ignore it. But the moment of hesitation was gone then, and he was presented with a present that he hadn't seen yet.

It was a box that was roughly the size of the boxes Olivander had for his wands, although this was a bit bigger than that. It was wrapped in baby blue paper and tied up in silver ribbons.

"Harry, you didn't have to get me anything."

"I know. And I didn't get it for you, I made it." He looked rather smug about the technicality. "Go on, open it." The box he unwrapped had the same colors and design as the journal he had given Harry all those months ago. Gingerly, he lifted the lid and gasped at what he saw.

There in the bed of white satin was a rose made from what he strongly suspected was crystal made from soul magic. The rose was large and full of beautiful blooming petals. The inside seemed to be the deepest red that faded to the clearest crystal he'd ever seen. Each petal was lined with silver. The stem was a deep green, almost jade. It was the most realistic rose he'd ever seen, short of a real one, and for it to be made with such clarity and precision was incredible.

"Harry, how on earth did you manage to make this? Even masters of the art can't perfect this sort of detail." Harry beamed at him.

"So you like it? Dad said I took to this sort of spellwork like a fish to water, even though it took me four days to make it."

"Only four days? Harry, that's incredible! It takes most wizards at least four years before they have that sort of control over their magic to produce anything at all. I'm...I...thank you Harry." Emotion filled his voice as he gazed at the rose before lifting it from its pillow of satin.

The overwhelming emotions that emitted from it were intense. Tears filled his eyes as he felt the care and meticulousness that went into each individual detail.

"I love it Harry. Thank you." Unable to hold his thanks back any longer, he pulled Harry to him and caressed his cheek before kissing him. It was soft and gentle, speaking volumes in the emotion it carried. He felt Harry's arms wrap around his neck and he wound one arm around Harry's lower back as the other came to rest between his shoulder blades.

Harry decided that he loved kissing Tom. It was gentle and kind, almost loving even. Protective arms came to rest on his back and hold him tight but instead of feeling trapped, he felt decidedly safe here. He could get used to Tom holding him like this. In fact, he could get used to kissing Tom like this too. Before kissing had been instigated only by him, so having the tables turned was different. He liked different.

It felt like an eternity later, but eventually their lips did stop touching. They remained incredibly close to each other, breathing each other in as they processed what just happened. And then Tom kissed him again.

This time, the loving gentleness gave way to gentle passion. Harry could feel Tom swelling in his pants and wasn't completely surprised to feel himself hardening as well. He somehow ended up straddling the man with his legs wrapped around Tom's back and squeaked when he felt Tom stand.

"Tom!"

"I won't drop you Harry. I promise." With that in mind, Harry started kissing Tom's neck, nibbling here and there. To his delight, Tom groaned as he teased the skin under his chin.

He felt Tom settle onto a bed and looked around. They were in Tom's room, on Tom's bed. He had been allowed in here before, but it wasn't often. A hand trailing over his chest snapped him out of his thoughts.

"I know you've been the one to do all the touching and such so far, but may I be allowed to show you how it can feel today? To show you how you make me feel when you touch me?" Harry stiffened and relaxed in short succession before nodding. "Harry, if you tell me to stop, I will. Immediately. I swear it. I only wish to make you feel good."

"Okay." The whisper was hard to hear, but it was there. Tom gently trailed his fingers down Harry's chest and let his hand rest at the top of the teen's thigh. The other hand was busy trailing up Harry's back with featherlight touches.

Once Harry had completely relaxed, Tom slowly unbuttoned the trousers Harry was wearing. He was bound and determined to give him plenty of time to stop him if he wanted. When no such request was made, he unzipped the zipper and was surprised to see that Harry had forgone underwear that morning.

A beautiful specimen popped out of the clothing and Tom trailed a finger from the base to the tip, collecting some wetness along the way. Harry shivered and moved away from Tom to reposition himself so he was lying on his back in the middle of the bed.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. My legs were going to go numb at that rate. I trust you to listen if I tell you to stop. Now continue on or I'll bloody well kill you. That felt amazing."

Tom chuckled and continued trailing his fingers over Harry's cock. It was incredibly velvety smooth and twitched at the lightest touch. Willing to go a bit father while Harry's eyes were closed, he ran his tongue over the head. A lustful groan and a twitch of hips were the only response he got before he continued.

Wasting time wasn't something he really wanted to do, so he went right for it and closed his lips over the member and slowly traveled down. He had gotten about halfway when Harry's hips bucked hard and suddenly he was deepthroating the teen's erection. Not one to waste an opportunity, he swallowed and sucked his way up and down the shaft. The noises coming from Harry were as beautiful as they were nonsensical. And they were loud, even if the noises didn't happen as much as he wanted.

It pleased him to know that Harry would make quite the vocal lover one day.

Only a few minutes later and Harry was shooting his warm seed down Tom's throat and screaming with his release.

Why had he been so nervous about letting Tom do anything to begin with? This had to be the most intense feeling he has ever had. Somehow, it was made better with the knowledge that Tom had swallowed everything-not like he had much choice with Harry's cock down his throat to begin with.

His limbs felt like noodles and he sighed in contentment with a smile on his face. Even if he could move, he didn't want to. He liked it where he was, surrounded by Tom's scent in the pile of sheets. When Tom laid next to him and rearranged him, he decided he liked it here better. Tucked into the crook of Tom's arm with an arm over his chest and listening to the man's heartbeat. When he opened his eyes, he realized Tom hadn't come yet. With a determined mind, he firmly wrapped his fingers around it and pumped.

Hearing Tom moan in his chest made Harry gasp in surprise and then groan immediately at the sheer power the man exuded. Tom came immediately after he groaned, making an absolute mess of Harry's hand. With a quick cleansing charm, Tom wrapped them up in the fluffy duvet and Harry spent the next several hours basking in satisfaction and kissing Tom to his heart's content.

It was his favorite Christmas to date.