Warnings: Fluff and smut, AU!
This is what Tom liked doing every Sunday, laying on a hammock, his tiny lover in his arms asleep, he had one arm wrapped around the petite shoulders and the other around the slim waist, one leg straddled by his lover while the other was on the ground helping the hammock sway in hopes that his lover will remain asleep.
Tom looked down when his lover sniffled in his sleep and he moved one hand to caress down his cheek softly as not to wake him up, tucking his hair away from his face.
Before is tiny lover, Tom used to work every minute of every day barely resting or eating just trying to get his work done, but ever since he met the green eyed beauty, he taught him how to relax every once in a while, it didn't hurt to just close your eyes for a few minutes and just breath and to be completely honest, Tom found work and is tolerance for his employees idiocy at an all time high after he met Harry, and as it has been their tradition of sorts ever since they moved in together, they took a few hors and napped on the hammock in the spacious and private back garden.
"Why aren't you napping?" He came back from his thoughts at the sleepy voice.
"Didn't feel like it." he whispered against the sleep rumbled hair, smiling softly when his lover decided to be cute and rubbed one fist against his eye.
"So what you spent," He pulled Tom' arm that was around his waist and squinted down at the expensive watch. "Three hours just staring at me?"
"More or less."
"Creepy pervert." Harry murmured before resting his hands on the older mans chest and pulling himself up to kiss him on the lips chastely. "Let's go inside." He whispered against his lips before giving him another peck and moaning when the older man deepened it.
"What a great idea." Tom hummed when they finally separated and with practiced maneuvering, got up from the hammock with his lover still in his arm and carried him inside bridal style all the while the little minx was peppering soft butterfly kisses against his throat and the underside of his chin making him quicken his pace.
They didn't even make it to their bedroom on the second floor, Tom thought the couch seemed like a better place for what he had planned and laid his lover on the couch and quickly removed his clothes, pulling out the small bottle of lube that he had in his back pocket for exactly this situation.
"Hurry," Harry moaned needly when it seemed like his lover was more into looking at the splayed naked body laying under him that actually fucking him, Harry helped him with that decision by opening his pants and pulling his hardened member out.
Tom snapped out of his daze and proceeded with preparing his lover hurriedly before blissfully thrusting in to the tight hole.
"Tom!" Harry moaned throwing his head back against the cushions, yelling out when Tom lifted his legs on his shoulders making his thrusts deeper and directly hitting his prostate with almost every thrust in.
Both lovers lay in each others arms when they finished, Harry dozing softly and Tom drawing invisible patterns over Harry' back as the younger man slept on his chest.
He had to admit, his Sundays after he met Harry were so much better than they used to, before the little minx came into his life.
A little longer chapter because I felt a bit guilty about the previous short one, I hope you enjoyed it and review!