HP one shots

bad ideas // Tomarry

Summary:

"Well, I licked it, so now it's mine."

Tom stares at Harry as if his head's fallen off.

"It's my bloody cock, what do you mean it's yours?"
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Tom knew this was a terrible idea, but Harry had always been skilled at convincing Tom to do incredibly stupid things, like drink too much and spill all his evil secrets to him and not remember it the next morning, or spell Draco Malfoy's hair away and cause the boy to have a mental breakdown in the middle of the Great Hall during lunch-hour rush. But this? This idea took the cake.

"Harry, honestly, this is a bad idea," Tom insisted, even as Harry pulled him along. Or rather, Tom followed like the hopelessly in love idiot he was and Harry took advantage of it.  Harry turned back, smirking at Tom. Tom hated that smirk. It always meant bad things were coming whenever it appeared on Harry's face. And that was to also mention most times the bad things involved him.

"Don't tell me you're chickening out?" Harry asked, in mock horror, covering his mouth, probably to keep from laughing and getting them caught by Flich and Mrs. Norris. Tom rolled his eyes at the obnoxious display. " The Tom Riddle backing down from a challenge? Simply unheard of."

"Fucking you in a public space is less of a challenge, and more of a public health hazard." Tom hissed out. "Especially in the library," Those poor books, about to be forced to torture for their nonexistent eyes.

"Isn't this your favorite place to be?" Harry asked with a smile, batting his eyelashes obnoxiously.

"Yes, Harry, it is my favorite place to read , not behave indecently," Tom clarified. "Would you like it if I fucked you on your broom out on the Quidditch pitch?" Harry shrugged.

"Maybe, !maybe not," Harry pushed Tom up against a bookshelf and pulled his pants down in one swift motion. Thank god for robes , Tom thought. "You always say the silliest things." Harry sank to his knees, and Tom felt arousal in his... nether regions at the sight.

"Did you miss me?" Harry whispers to his dick, and Tom felt himself suddenly become overcome with a feeling of... confusion? Disgust? Betrayal?

"Are you whispering to my cock?" Tom asks, eyebrow raised in an arch. Harry looks up at him through his lashes from his position on his knees, blowing gently on the tip of Tom's cock, giving it tiny kitten licks.

Tom feels his cock twitch ominously.

"It's beautiful," Harry says as if as justification. "And I did miss him." Harry turns back to his dick, stroking it into full hardness. "Your owner never lets you out to play," Harry says.

"So all of your birthday weekend was nonexistent?" Tom asks incredulously. Harry utilized the use of a stamina charm. Afterwards, Tom felt as if his dick would fall off. Harry sighed.

" Sometimes he lets you out to play," Harry concedes. Harry then licks the tip of Tom's cock like it's a fucking lollipop or something. Tom hisses, and restrains the urge to thrust into Harry's mouth and claim him as his own.

"Harry, love, are you planning on finishing up anytime soon?" Tom manages to ask through gritted teeth. Harry smirks at him and presses kisses up and down the entire length of Tom's cock.