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Tom was by no means a weak or a helpless man but Harry played in an entirely different league. The other man had on one memorable occasion even proven to be able to take out a gang of burglars without really needing to leave the bed. He was strong and cunning, he was capable in every aspect of his life.
So for Harry to let go, to lean on Tom and let him take care of him and his needs- it was thrilling. Intoxicating.
“Have you been good for me, darling?”
Tom punctuated his question with a soft nibble at Harry’s earlobe, wandering slowly down to his neck. It was an unnecessary question. Harry might be stubborn to a fault, headstrong in a way that regularly brought tears of frustration to his superior’s eyes, but his darling was always good for Tom.
“Yes, Daddy.”
The confession let a flush creep over tanned skin. After all this time, Harry was still flustered by giving in to his most basic desires. It was sweet - almost as sweet as the taste of his skin, the fluttering of his pulse under Tom’s teasing tongue.
“Very good, darling.”
The praise made Harry sink further into Tom’s embrace, the weight he always carried on his shoulders slowly disappearing under Tom’s careful ministrations - under his hands that sneaked under Harry’s ill-fitting shirt and caressed his quivering flanks.
They had barely begun but his darling was already a mess. All because they hadn’t been able to make time for each other while Tom kept himself busy with his company during the time Harry was overseas for a mission that Tom wasn’t even supposed to know of.
“Don’t worry, darling, I’ve got you. I can touch you now.”
Tom peppered open-mouthed kisses over Harry’s neck, and bit carefully down on the junction between shoulder and neck, savouring the sound of Harry’s hitching breath, before he traced the marks on his neck apologising with his tongue. Quiet moans fell from Harry’s lips when he let his head fall back on Tom’s shoulder and tilted it to grant Tom easier access to the sensitive area.
“Mmmmh, you’re so sweet, darling,” Tom nuzzled into the freely offered weak spot, giving Harry’s sign of trust the appreciation it deserved. “I wonder if I were to strip you down, would you taste just as sweet everywhere?”
Tom used his free hand to ghost over the noticeable bulge in Harry’s sweat pants, just enough to tease but not enough to bring any relief. Harry tried to buck into the touch but Tom stopped him with a hand on his hip and a disapproving tut.
“None of this now, darling.”
Harry’s head lolled to the side so he could hide his flushed face in Tom’s carefully cuffed hair. His hands clenched where they rested on his parted knees. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“It’s alright, darling. Just let me take care of you.”
Harry sighed as he melted even more into Tom’s lap. The trust was truly intoxicating, addicting. Like usual, Tom wasn’t prepared for the overwhelming greed that suddenly burned through his veins. He would take care of his darling, would give him a space to relax, to let go of his responsibilities. The opportunity to just feel without the need to think, to stay alert.
To live instead of just survive.
“That’s it, darling. Just relax and focus on me, nothing else.”
With a low voice, Tom continued to murmur sweet nothings into Harry’s ear and marvelled at how responsive the other was to the littlest of touches.
From the corner of his eyes, Tom could see that Harry’s face was, while deeply flushed, completely lax. His eyes half-lidded and unseeing, his lips parted. Just as Tom had requested, Harry had let go of his worries and only concentrated on Tom and Tom alone.
It was a real treat seeing his darling, seeing Harry Potter relaxed like this. The man who had been the Boy-Who-Lived, rumoured to be a leader of an underground rebellion mostly consisting of teenagers in a war with an organised crime syndicate that not even the police or government had been able to shatter, only to end up joining these previously useless forces after his victory.
Tom knew, he was the only one Harry felt comfortable enough around to close his eyes, to let go of his defences, and he cherished every single second of it.
“Oh darling, do you feel what you do to me?”
Tom gripped Harry’s hips and changed his position slightly, pulled him more firmly on his lap while he ground his trapped erection against Harry’s firm ass. The throaty moan was music to his ears, too long he had to abstain from it because Harry could hardly do phone sex while being off-grid on a mission.
“But I’m not the only one with a problem, am I?” Ghosting fingers teased the pronounced bulge of Harry’s front, making him tremble.
“No, Daddy,” Harry’s voice was strangled. It was apparent he wanted to squirm in Tom’s lap and under his teasing touches. Wanted to use his strength and tackle Tom to the ground, ride him until they were both stated. But while Harry could easily do so, he wouldn’t. It wasn’t what Harry truly desired, what he needed - that was nothing Harry could simply take , it was something Tom needed to give. And, Lord above, did Tom love provide for Harry whatever he desired.
“Will you let me take care of your problem? Will you let me take the reins and just be good for me, like the sweet darling I know you are?”
Harry’s breath hitched at the opportunity to leave someone else in charge. To be taken care of. If Harry would let him, Tom would do so gladly for the rest of their days.
“Please, Daddy!”
Tom smiled into the sensitive skin of Harry’s neck, nibbled his way back from shoulder to ear and continued to murmur sweet nothings while both hands wandered over the burning hot skin under Harry’s shirt, tracing the scars that spoke of Harry’s dangerous life. He scrapped lightly over a nipple and caused his darling to arch his back with a startled moan.
No matter how much time they spent together, it didn’t change how responsive Harry was to even the littlest of touches, to a stream of sweet words and endearments whispered into his ear. It was nothing one would expect from the chaotic and strong wildfire of a person Harry was outside of their private time.
Someday, Tom planned on embracing Harry, keeping him close as he did now and reducing him to a quivering mess with nothing but his words - but today, neither of them would have the patience for it. Tom reached down to trace the front of Harry’s pants again, firmer this time.
Harry almost lost his control, obviously burned to buck into the hand but he would never do so, not after Tom had just reprimanded him for an attempt. He whimpered when Tom whispered how good he was, how sweet his little noises were. Tom knew from experience he could listen to them for hours without ever growing tired but he wasn’t as heartless as people made him out to be, he wanted to give his darling something more than prolonged teasing after their time apart.
“Tell me, darling, have you kept your hands away from yourself, as you’ve promised? Have you been good for me?”
He spread his hand, by far big enough to envelop the hard bulge made by Harry’s cock and palmed it through the pants, changing Harry’s whimpers to outright sobs and preventing him from answering.
“I’ll take it as a yes. Very good, darling, but now you don’t need to hold yourself back anymore.”
With his allowance, Harry finally began to squirm on Tom’s lap, accidentally teasing the hard cock under his firm ass with the friction but Tom did nothing but hold on to Harry’s hip to steady him and keep his hand over the bulge still for Harry to work himself against.
“Come on, darling. Won’t you stain those horrendous rags you call pants and give me the excuse to put you into something prettier?”
The tanned skin flushed even further, but Tom knew it was what Harry wanted, why he had chosen the ill-fitting abomination instead of the fine garments Tom had treated him to and which Harry loved to strut around in when they were alone.
“Did you think I wouldn’t notice, darling? You kept the sight from me on purpose didn’t you?”
“I’m- I’m sorry, Daddy!” Harry trashed in Tom’s embrace when he used his hand to firmly grip the slowly wettening patch of fabric spanning his erection. His darling had to be close, considering how much precum he was already leaking.
„It‘s alright, darling,“ Tom nosed the side of Harry’s burning face, breathed in the familiar smell of the man he had missed so much. He would never be able to hold anything against his darling. “You can make it up to me by ruining these rags, so you’ll have to wear what I provide you with. We could go shopping together.”
Harry panted, probably thinking about their last shopping trip. Being able to pay for privacy and to spoil Harry rotten was the single best upside of having an obscene amount of money, in Tom’s humble opinion.
“That’s it, darling. It’s enough, isn’t it? Feeling me at your back, your front.” Tom began to palm Harry’s groin in earnest. “Hearing my voice. I’m here, Harry, I have you.”
With a strangled cry, Harry hooked a strong arm around Tom’s head, kept him in place as he smashed their lips together in a messy kiss. The unexpected manhandling was almost enough to make Tom come into his own pants but he was able to refrain, if only barely.
The fabric under Tom’s hand became grossly wet but he continued to stroke Harry through his orgasm, careful to let go when he began to soften under his hand.
Harry’s breath evened out and he lazily blinked at Tom’s smiling face. For a change, they were roughly at the same height. Harry sighed contently and began to unfold his crossed legs, to give himself leverage on the ground and rock back against Tom’s still trapped erection but he was immediately stilled by Tom’s hands on his hips.
“It’s alright. Do you care for a bath?”
Harry melted back against Tom’s chest with a huff. “In a minute. Just- could we stay like this a little bit longer?”
Without a verbal response, Tom wound his arms tightly around Harry’s lithe form and held them close together, burying his face into Harry’s neck again. Enjoying the warmth the other always radiated and the hand that played with his hair. He had missed Harry.
“Tom,” Harry said quietly. “Thank you.”