极度ooc，极度邓黑，写again and again的那个作者写的。
1. 每回收一个魂器变小变好看。（不过好歹这里还稍微有点逻辑，勉强说起来我也曾经萌过这个点。想想看我唯一的那篇哈伏pwp哦）（最后萌萌的身高差也是我决定忽略这个点的原因。哈利居！然！比！汤！姆！高！了！这么写的人我这辈子也没见过啊！一下子就戳中了我自己都不知道存在的萌点了！大家都觉得哈利很矮汤姆很高诶，但其实哈利六年级的时候却是猛地窜了个子。然后汤姆回收魂器的时候还一直在变小……）（再考虑到这篇文里也有serpentine tom跟harry make out的场景我决定忽略这一点了！！！）
„Of course, a healthy relationship is hardly defined so strictly," Tom mused. "Both partners can do anything. It's a common misconception that all gay relationships are defined by 'who the woman in the relationship is'. Who is 'on top' and who is 'on bottom'. It's silly, really.“.
"With luck, Sirius is going to be a free man tomorrow. But right now he's not here. And Remus is going out on a mission tonight. He's probably already gone. I don't think we're going to get a better opportunity to be alone…"
"Oho?" Tom responded, grinning cheekily. "It almost sounds to me that you intend to take advantage of me." Tom made a mockingly affronted face before ducking his head and chuckling. Harry laughed as well, but a moment later he stopped and pushed forward, crushing his lips against Tom's.
Tom hummed in slight surprise before moaning in appreciation and pressing up into Harry's kiss. Their tongues danced and Harry ground his hips against Tom's groin, eliciting some wonderful whimpers from him. Harry pulled back, pulling in a deep gasp of air before reaching down and tugging Tom's shirt up from the bottom. Tom sat forward and raised his arms into the air, letting Harry relieve him of the shirt an toss it to the side.
"Oh… yesss…" Harry said, looking down at Tom's bare chest. He pressed his hands against Tom's skin and moved them up and down his sides, feeling the smooth skin beneath his fingers. Tom hummed happily and his eyes lulled partially closed.
Harry scooted back a bit onto Tom's legs and bent down, pressing his mouth to Tom's collarbone and kissing along it before gently biting at the dip of Tom's neck and sucking.
Tom moaned and involuntarily thrust his hips upward, but with Harry shifted lower, there was nothing to press against. Tom whimpered and gasped as Harry continued to kiss his way along Tom's neck and shoulder. Tom forced his heavily lidded eyes open and reached out, grabbing Harry's shirt and pulling it over his head. Harry paused only long enough to let the shirt be removed before going back in, kissing and licking at Tom's chest.
Harry shifted and started to maneuver Tom to turn. Tom followed Harry's lead and soon he'd rotated the lay lengthways on the bed with his head now on Harry's pillow. Harry shifted and went back to straddling Tom's hips, and he almost instantly went back to grinding against Tom with considerable enthusiasm.
Tom's hand grabbed and stroked at Harry's exposed chest and back, and up into Harry's hair, occasionally pulling Harry's face away from his chest and neck and back up so he could kiss him directly. The pair moaned into each other's mouths as they moved and tangled together, pressing skin against skin, and getting lost in the feeling of warmth and desire.
Harry pulled back, panting and leaving Tom gasping for breath. Harry scooted back again, now straddling Tom's lower legs. His eyes trained on Tom's groin for a moment of internal debate before Harry reached out and wrapped his hands along the top of Tom's trousers, over the button fly. Harry's hands stopped there and his eyes went up to meet with Tom's - the unasked question written on his face.
Tom looked torn between enthusiastically nodding, and hesitation. In the end, he gave Harry a small nod and Harry grinned and quickly began to work the buttons open.
Tom raised his hips as Harry began to try and work the pants down, giving Harry easier access, and soon his erect member broke free from the previously confining cotton and Harry paused and just stared at it.
"You're going to make me blush," Tom said in a somewhat breathless tone.
Harry blushed and ducked his head, grinning sheepishly. "I hadn't really gotten a good look at it before."
"Like what you see?" Tom asked cheekily.
Harry chuckled and shrugged bashfully. "Yeah," he whispered, looking back up at Tom through his fringe. "Can I —?"
"You think I'm going to say no to that?" Tom laughed before letting his smile soften. "You can do whatever you want with it Harry. Anything you want with me. I'm yours." Tom pushed himself upward, threaded his fingers into Harry's hair along the back of his head, and pressed their lips together, kissing Harry slowly and deeply.
"Mine," Harry whispered as they parted, a hint of wonder and disbelief in his voice.
"Yours," Tom repeated with determination in his eyes.
"If your mine, then I'm yours," Harry whispered back.
Tom gave Harry a soft smile. "I like that."
Harry pushed forward and they kissed again before Harry pulled back, pushed Tom back down on the bed and shifted down until he was face to face with Tom's groin.
Harry stared at Tom's erect penis for a long moment, just taking in the look of it and what he wanted to do. Curiosity, arousal, and a desire to do to Tom, what Tom had done to Harry, flooded him and gave him the boost his nerves needed to press forward.
Harry took Tom into his mouth, hesitantly at first, unsure exactly what he was doing, and mostly afraid of doing something wrong.
"Oh god," Tom moaned as he threw his head back against the pillow and his hips bucked a bit, uncontrollably.
Harry smiled around Tom's member, encouraged by Tom's reaction, and sucked in his cheeks with greater force before pushing down and trying to get more of the shaft wet and go deeper without gagging.
Tom whimpered and seemed to be fighting to hold himself still. Harry pressed on, loving Tom's small desperate motions and sounds.
Harry bobbed his head up and down, finding confidence with the rhythm and repetition, but mostly from Tom's enthusiasm. Harry's own cock throbbed from lack of attention but Harry continued on, finding himself moaning around Tom's cock, aroused so much just from Tom's reactions.
"Oh god, oh god… oh, guh… uh…" Tom panted, his hands threaded lightly into Harry's hair. "Fuck, Harry… I… God, I want… I…" Tom's head turned from side to side with wanton delirium.
Harry pulled back enough to suck in a deep breath and pause. "What do you want?" he rasped through swollen lips.
"I… I want you… and I want you to fuck me," Tom said, his head tipping up enough that he could meet Harry's eyes. "If you're ready…"
"Oh…" Harry said, feeling a mixture of surprise, excitement, anxiety, and desire, run through him, all at once. "I don't really know…" Harry trailed off, feeling stupid even admitting it. It wasn't like he hadn't thought about it, but he honestly didn't know much about how two guys went about that sort of thing, specifically. Being aware of what it was to 'bugger' someone was not the same as knowing how exactly it was properly done.
"I've never actually been on the receiving end before, actually," Tom admitted, smiling sheepishly. "But I've been on the other end. It's not really all that complicated."
"You've never uh…"
"Bottomed is the term most often used, I believe. You'd be 'top'."
"And you want me to, er… be the top?"
"This time, definitely," Tom said, grinning. "I'd like… I think I'd like a balance. There's no requirement that there has to be permanent roles, set in stone. I was stubborn in my earlier life. I want to be more flexible now. We do what feels good, when we want to do it. But this first time, I definitely want you to top."
"Any particular reason? Not that I'm complaining."
"It'll be a first for both of us. Our first. Your first. Even my first."
Harry smiled softly and smiled. "I like that."
Tom grinned wider. "Me too."
"Er… okay…" Harry pulled in a breath to try and pull together his Gryffindor courage. "I want to. I'm just not sure what to do."
Tom shifted, signaling for Harry to move off him, and then made quick work of completely removing his trousers and pants. Harry hesitated for only a moment, but as soon as Tom reached towards Harry's waist and fingered the button, Harry reached down and began removing his own trousers.
After a few moments of eager yet awkward fumbling, both were naked and back into position on the bed with Tom still on his back and Harry on his knees, straddling Tom's lower legs.
Tom grabbed his trousers and pulling his wand out from where it was loosely tucked into the pocket.
"Now, for muggles, this process is considerably more involved," Tom began. "The muscles down there tend to be rather tight, and getting them to loosen and relax can be a time-intensive process that is still not guaranteed to work for everyone. Plus you also need a great deal of lubricant, which we obviously don't have on hand."
"There's a spell I know that both lubricates and acts as a muscle relaxant of sorts. It skips some of the harder work and significantly reduces the chance of pain or injury."
"So it can hurt?"
Tom gave him a small grin and shrugged. "Yes, if the muscles don't relax, it can hurt quite a lot. And without lubricant you can tear the skin down there. That's why the prepwork is so important."
"And you've done that sort of thing before?"
Tom tipped his head in a conceding motion. "A very very long time ago. Fortunately, the last time I engaged in any kind of act like this, I still had enough decency to make use of the spell on my partner. If much more time had passed and I'd still had any interest in such acts, I have no doubt that I would not have bothered…" he looked off to the side with a rather distressed frown on his face. "I probably would have enjoyed their pain," he said quietly before closing his eyes for a moment and taking in a slow breath, as if trying to push the thoughts away. He opened them again and gave Harry a weak smile and shrugged.
"Hey," Harry said gently, reaching out and cupping the side of Tom's face. "It doesn't matter anymore. I'm just glad that at least one of us has some idea what he's doing, because, honestly, I'm a bit terrified.
Tom chuckled and shook his head. "It's fine, Harry. Nothing to be scared of."
"I don't want to hurt you."
"And you won't." Tom held Harry's eyes for a moment until Harry nodded with acknowledgement. "Alright," Tom said, leaning back again, spreading his legs and pointing his wand towards himself at a rather awkward angle. He gave Harry a slightly embarrassed grin. "If I can't manage this at this angle, you might have to do it."
Harry's eyes widened, but he didn't say anything back.
Tom waved his wand and a jet of light shot from the tip towards his bum. A small intake of breath escaped Tom's breaths before a semi-twisted expression.
"Is that it?"
"No, that was just a cleansing spell," Tom shook his head and made another, more complicated gesture with his wand and another light, this one purple in tint, shot from his wand.
Tom gasped and arched a bit off the bed, letting a small strangled moan escape from his throat. "Oh… " he said breathily.
"Are you okay?" Harry asked, worriedly.
"Oh yes… Yes, I'm… good," Tom gasped, an air of surprise in his breathy voice.
Harry arched a single eyebrow and gave Tom a slightly amused grin. "Feels good?"
Tom let himself fall back onto the bed and tossed his wand onto the bedside table before turning his glazed eyes back on Harry. "Surprisingly so."
"Well, that's good, I suppose."
Tom laughed lightly and smiled up at Harry.
"So erm… what… do I do?" Harry asked, fidgeting slightly with obvious nerves.
Tom's grin turned predatory and he pushed himself up so he was sitting, then scooted back along the bed, pushed himself up on his knees and started to prowl towards and over Harry, who bent back and let Tom place himself above Harry.
"What —" Harry began, but he was cut off suddenly by Tom's body moving forward and his lips crashing against Harry's. Harry let out a small, strangled moan, surprised by Tom's intensity. Then Tom's hand wrapped around Harry's cock and began stroking him. Harry moaned into Tom's mouth again, and Tom moaned right back. The two began to move together, tangling together and thrusting against each other, searching for friction.
Harry's cock was at full attention after only a few moments of this and Tom pulled back, making Harry whimper slightly in surprise. Any disappointment vanished a second later to be replaced with a startled cry as Tom swiftly moved down and took Harry's member into his mouth.
"Oh, shit," Harry exclaimed with a gasp. A few jerky thrusts escaped his body involuntarily before Harry managed to hold himself still while Tom bobbed up and down a few times, getting Harry's cock thoroughly coated in his own saliva.
And then Tom pulled back away from Harry, scooted a bit and laid onto his back. Harry blinked at him in a daze before his mind seemed to catch up with things.
"Come here," Tom said, his voice rough with need.
Harry moved to his knees and climbed up further until he was placed between Tom's spread legs. Tom maneuvered some more, grabbing at Harry's shoulders and sides and bending himself nearly in half with his knees up high. Harry couldn't help but stare down at the sight of Tom exposed so completely. His eyes fell upon Tom's cock, and then down to the small pink pucker below. His heart was racing and his head was flooded with desire and fear.
"Harry —" Tom's voice seemed distant, and Harry's head was swimming with thoughts and feelings and fears. "Harry —"
"Huh?" Harry said, pulled suddenly out of his stunned stupor, to realize he'd been kneeling there, virtually motionless for at least a minute.
Tom smiled up at him, understandingly. He reached up with his right hand and cupped the side of Harry's face for a moment before combing his fingers through Harry's short hair at the side of his head. "I love you."
A short, startled, breath escaped Harry's chest. "Whuh?" he said, inarticulately.
Tom pulled Harry's face down while bending up and kissed him passionately. Harry returned it, whimpering into Tom's open mouth. Tom pulled back, just enough to turn his face to the side and whisper into Harry's ear. "Make love to me, Harry."
A shuddering breath left Harry's lips and he pulled back enough to look into Tom's eyes. So much was said in those eyes. Tom was afraid too; but also confident. And trusting. Tom, who never trusted anyone in his whole life, was looking at Harry with absolute trust.
Harry's fears seemed to vanish and he finally shifted himself until the head of his cock was pressing against the small pink pucker of Tom's bum. Tom moaned and his head lulled back onto the bed as he evened his breathing in apparent preparation.
Harry slowly pressed forward and found less resistance than he'd expected.
"O-ooh…" Harry said in a startled, shuddering tone, his own head falling forward so that his forehead pressed against Tom's chest. It was so tight. So warm. "Oh god," Harry rasped.
Tom groaned as well, and his hips shifted, pushing forward and bringing Harry in deeper, faster.
Harry pulled back and thrust forward a few more times in short bursts, getting a little deeper each time until he felt he had managed to get as deep as he could. Tom was panting in short staccato bursts. He whimpered and squirmed against Harry, and his sphincter muscles contracted around Harry's cock while his hips moved, clearly trying to get Harry to move.
"Hold still," Harry rasped urgently. Tom whimpered. "Oh god… I don't think I'm gonna… I don't think I can last," Harry admitted as he fought desperately against his inexperienced body's inclination to pop far too soon for his own liking.
"Nnnn… ugh…" Tom let out a vaguely frustrated groan and reached blindly to the side with his hand, summoning his wand into it with a simple flick of his wrist. A moment later he had his wand tip pressed against Harry's side and murmured some quiet words before tossing the wand away again.
"Wha - what'd you just do?"
"You'll last longer. Now move!" he groaned, desperation dripping from his words.
Harry didn't feel any different, but slowly pulled back before thrusting back in again. He moaned as he was flooded with the pleasure of the act, but it wasn't like the imminent train wreck he'd sensed coming, only moments before. It was still there, but it was further away. He pulled back and pressed forward again, and again. Tom grunted out, in a deep, rough voice, and angled his hips and pressed up to meet each of Harry's thrusts. The two fell into a perfect rhythm, moving against and with each other's bodies. Melded together and slicked with sweat. Desperate cries of pleasure and need, being pumped out like a beating heart, pushing blood through their veins.
Harry could feel that glorious climax building again, but it wasn't something to run from now, but something to race towards. Somewhere in the delirium of his mind, he registered that he wanted to make sure Tom came too. Though it was difficult, Harry shifted his weight enough that he removed his right hand from where it had been supporting his own body and reached between them, grabbing Tom's dick and trying to stroke it in a matching pace, but it was awkward and difficult.
Tom whined slightly and reached between them, pushing Harry's hand aside and taking over.
"Get us there on your own," he rasped before kissing Harry on the lips and letting his head fall back again. "I want to come with you. I feel… you. Just… ugh… uhnn… Harry —" he panted, incoherently, but Harry got enough of the gist and focused on getting their movements back into a solid rhythm.
Harry focused on his own climax as he felt it coming faster and faster. Closer and closer. The heat and the tight twisting pleasure deep in his balls. The need to get closer.
"Gods… oh Tom…" Harry groaned before bending down and capturing Tom's lips and giving a few more tight thrusts in. "I love you," he rasped out before grunting with the last thrust before the waves crashed over him and his entire world exploded for several brief but amazing moments. His body shook with waves of pleasure and he convulsed against Tom, finally becoming aware that Tom was moaning and shaking against him as well. Wet warmth hit Harry's stomach as the jerking of Tom's hand that had been hitting Harry's gut for the last few minutes, came to a stop and Tom's body seemed to melt back into the mattress with a satisfied sigh.
Harry collapsed forward, managing to push himself to one side, so he wouldn't crush the other.
Several moments of heavy panting followed. Then Tom's lips pressed against Harry's forehead along with a very satisfied humming sound and a happy sigh.
A moment later, Tom twisted and shifted onto his side, pushing himself up onto his shoulder, and looking over at Harry, laying beside him. Tom leaned down, capturing Harry's lips again and cupping the side of his head. Harry smiled into Tom's lips and then looked up at him happily when Tom pulled back again.
"I've never loved anyone, you know. I don't think I even knew what love really was, even before… I managed to destroy everything. I… I didn't trust anyone enough to… to love them. But you…"
Harry reached over and pressed his index finger along Tom's lips, stopping him.
"Just kiss me. And stay with me."
Harry nodded. Tom smiled softly down and nodded. "Okay." Tom moved down and kissed him again. Long and languid, with gentle caressing hands and tender nips and pecks.
Finally, some light clean-up was performed before Tom summoned Harry's comforter and they pulled it over the pair of them and fell asleep.