Warnings: Smut.
Inspired by listening to Animals by Maroon 5. (Expect another one sooner or later.)
He could easily see his prey out of the corner of his eyes but he didn't show that he wasn't paying attention to his, his eyes were foucused on every move his little prey made from the little twitches it made to the fidgeting to get more comfortable.
The little thing had no idea what it was doing to him, how that little tongue peaked out of the corner of it's lips quickly and back to the other corner.
He slowly closed his book and got up from the couch, preying towards his desired prey like a predator, the little one had no idea it was about to be eaten.
He could even smell him before he got even closer and see the slope of the delicate neck as the hair that was pinned up revealed, he stood right behind it and lowered his head until his nose almost caressed the exposed shoulder of the over large sweater.
"Tom?" His prey breathed and tilted his to the side to allow him more room.
"Do you know how much it tortures me to see you eat that lollipop?" The predator purred as he licked a line from his prey's shoulder to his chin making him moan.
"Did l?" Tom could hear the teasing tone of his little prey's voice and it made him growl before pulling the younger man up and kissing him passionately making him moan. "Bedroom?" Harry gasped as they broke apart and Tom continued down his neck.
"No." Tom denided and as Harry was about to jump on the kitchen counter, the other obvious place besides the couch that was far away, he was pulled down on the floor and his body was covered by the larger body of his extremely horny lover.
"This works." Harry shrugged before he was silenced by another furious kiss.
Tom grunted, pulling the oversized sweater which as it seems the only thing his lover wore off before helping his lover remove his own clothes.
"What are you doing to me?" Tom breathed against his ear as the hand that wasn't supporting him so he doesn't crush his lover caressed the curves of the younger man until he reached the desired spot and growled as he found him already wet and stretched.
"I was seducing you." He gasped as two fingers were thrusted inside him and started to search for his prostate, he moaned loudly when it was grazed. "There!"
"Here?" Tom asked with a smirk as he moved the tips of his fingers away.
"Nooooo!" His lover wailed and clinched his legs around him. "Don't be mean!"
"But you love it when I'm mean." Tom teased as he pressed his fingers hard against his lover's prostate and enjoyed his pleasure filled shouts.
"More!" Harry gasped out, his toes curling agaisnt Tom's back. "I want you!"
"You want what exactly?" Tom mouthed against the pale neck as he added another finger.
"I want you cock, you son of a bitch!"
"My pleasure." Tom purred as he removed his fingers and placed his cock at his lover's twitching hole and slowly began thrusting in, pulling a drawin out moan from his lover. "You're so hot when I'm inside you." Tom groaned as velvety heat enveloped him.
"Fuck!" Harry threw his head back and clenched around his lover, savoring the fullness.
"Stop. Clenching." Tom growled behind his clenched teeth.
"Why?" Harry raised a teasing eyebrow, sounding unaffected even though Tom can see his twitching lips and heaving chest. "Afraid you'd cum too fast?"
Tom glared before slowly pulling out till only his tip remaind before thrusting in hard aiming for his lover's prostate and smirking when his lover yelled out and his hands scrapped the floor and his knees clenched around Tom's waist as he repeatedly thrust harder and faster over his prostate until the band in his stomach snapped and he came hard between their stomachs.
Tom slowed down his thrusts to make his lover's orgasm last longer and when he finally stopped clenching around his cock, he pulled out and flipped his lover on his stomach and thrusted back in trying to chase his own orgasm as his lover had his second one.
"That. Was. Amazing." Harry gasped out when they were done, still lying on his stomach while Tom was now lying next to him on his back breathing heavily and humming in agreement. "I should rile you up more often." He murmered when his breath finally evened out.
"Yes," Tom huffed, sitting up. "You should." He looked down at his lover and admiring his utterly debauched body filled with bites and kiss marks and a few hand print bruises on his thighs and hips, he slapped one of his plump cheeks and enjoyed the redness his hand left, completely ignoring the indignant sleepy protest from the owner of said cheek. He slapped it again before quickly desiding and pulling his lover up and in his arms, carrying him towards their room to continue with his new discovery.