Tomarry One Shots

| Agonizingly Close

Summary: Harry hasn't taken anyone to bed in the last three years. He doesn't like it, but that's how it has to be. He doesn't have time for a relationship, anyway. And then Minister for Magic Tom Riddle comes along and messes everything up.

Ship: HarryPotterxTomRiddle

All credit goes to Lemonchase on Ao3

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The day Harry swallows the Minister's cum for the first time starts out pretty uneventful. It's a Saturday, the first Saturday he doesn't have to work in far too long. Harry makes the most out of it by sleeping until noon and having breakfast in bed. When he finally makes it out of his bed and into his clothes, it is two p.m., which isn't as bad as it could have been.

Humming quietly, he goes outside to Apparate to his best friends since they had agreed to spend the afternoon together. The hours fly by far too quickly, and before he knows it, he has to say goodbye again.

Ron pats his shoulder, giving him a pitying glance. "I'm really glad I'm not in your shoes, mate. Are you sure you can't excuse yourself?"

"Nope. I already did that twice this year."

"You poor bastard."

"Yep, that's me."

Hermione rolls her eyes. "It's just a Ministry Gala. Maybe you'll even enjoy yourself. You might even meet someone you'll like."

Yeah, you have no idea what you're talking about. But Harry decides to keep his thoughts to himself. Hermione only means well. She doesn't need to know how boring the company at such an event is. The Minister is the only person Harry might have an interesting conversation with, but he doubts they'll get the chance to talk since there will be countless politicians present that Riddle will need to suck up to.

"Maybe," Harry lies and hugs Ron and Hermione before he says goodbye and Apparates back to his flat.

***

Harry picks at his sleeve, feeling immensely uncomfortable in the fancy clothes he's wearing.

I should have just put on my usual Auror robes, Harry thinks, humming as if he's actually listening to the woman across from him. Fuck Riddle's opinion of me.

During the last Ministry Gala Harry had attended, he had shown up in his Auror robes, but Riddle had made some snide comments about it the following weeks, so Harry had gotten himself something fancier for next time. Obviously, that had been a mistake. Riddle keeps glancing at him almost as often as he did that night when Harry had dared to show up in clothes Riddle didn't approve of.

As if Riddle sensed his thoughts, Riddle's eyes wander towards him once again. Harry glares back at him briefly. What's his problem this time?

"...should have a partner to support him, don't you think?"

Harry's stomach drops. Oh shit, I'm actually supposed to say something?

"Uhm..." Come on, quickly, before things turn awkward. "I mean, everyone can use support..."

"Exactly. I can't even imagine what it must be like to carry all of that responsibility on your own. He's been alone for far too long, don't you agree? For over a decade, as far as I know."

Harry's stomach drops. Wait. We're not talking about Riddle, are we?

The woman's face does something weird. She reaches out, touching Harry's forearm.

"My apologies, it was not my intention to make you uncomfortable. I'm sure he simply hasn't found the right person yet?"

Harry draws his eyebrows together, wondering what the underlying tone in her voice means. Is she flirting with me, or did I simply miss too much of this conversation because I was too bored to listen?

Before Harry can figure out which possibility is more likely, he feels a hand wrapping itself around the wrist of Harry's other arm.

"I'm sorry for interrupting, Ms. Merrythought, but I need to speak with my Head Auror. It's urgent."

I'm not your Head Auror, Harry thinks, just barely keeping himself from rolling his eyes. It's beyond him how anyone can believe that Riddle wants the best for the country when his possessiveness and selfishness are so blatantly obvious.

"Oh, of course, don't let me stop you, Minister. I hope it's nothing too serious?"

Grasping for information, as always. It's another reason why Harry can't stand these Ministry Galas. He's an Auror, not a politician. Why does he need to put up with this, again?

Because you were promoted and are now the highest-ranking person in your department. It's part of your job. Get over it.

Riddle smiles, showing his white teeth. "Nothing you need to worry about, Ms. Merrythought, but it is rather urgent. Mr. Potter?"

Harry allows Riddle to pull him through the room, feeling relief flood his whole body. Whatever Riddle is about to tell him, it will probably mean a shit ton of work, but that will at least give him an excuse to get out of here.

Riddle leads him through the door, along a narrow corridor, and into a little side room.

While Riddle closes the door behind them and puts up wards to ensure their privacy, Harry asks, "So, what's the emergen-"

Riddle pushes him against the door, and before Harry can do more than tense and reach for his wand — he didn't think the Minister, of all people, would try and attack him — Riddle lays his lips against Harry's.

Harry gasps, and Riddle uses his open mouth to slide his tongue inside. Harry shivers, the movements of Riddle's tongue against his both soft and filthy at the same time. Riddle effortlessly coaxes him into kissing back, and Harry digs his fingers into his back, looking for something to hold onto.

Riddle kisses him until there is no air left in his lungs and he's feeling dangerously lightheaded. Harry janks Riddle away and lays his head back, taking a couple of much-needed breaths.

Riddle chuckles, though he sounds just as breathless as Harry. He licks over Harry's lower lip, sending a jolt of pleasure down Harry's spine — a dangerous jolt since it almost unravels Harry.

Before Harry can push Riddle further away and get some much-needed space between them, Riddle murmurs, "You actually listened to me. I could get used to that."

Harry stares into empty space as Riddle kisses his way down Harry's neck and along his collarbone. Then it dawns on him what Riddle must be talking about.

"You mean my clothes?" Harry asks incredulously. Seriously? What would Riddle's supporters say if they knew about the Minister's fetish? Is that the only reason why Riddle just kissed me senseless? It must be, right?

Riddle lets out a non-committal hum, scratching Harry's collarbone with his teeth. Harry bites his lip to hold in a moan.

"Obedience always starts small. Shall we test that theory?"

Riddle pulls back slightly and lays his hands on Harry's shoulders, pressing down gently. Harry might not be the best in social situations, but even he gets that hint.

He sinks to his knees without thinking. It's been far too long since he's been with anyone, and he longs for some intimacy with an intensity that catches him off-guard.

Come on, you always knew jerking off would not be enough on its own. Not in the long run.

Licking his lips, Harry pulls at Riddle's robes, wanting to get his mouth on Riddle's cock as quickly as possible.

A hand buries itself in Harry's hair, pulling lightly.

"Look at me," Riddle murmurs, his voice thick with arousal.

Harry only hesitates for a moment, worried he'll find something in Riddle's eyes that will make him change his mind. He lets out a barely audible sigh of relief when he sees nothing but eagerness and impatience on Riddle's face. They look into each other's eyes for a long moment, the tension almost too much to bare, before Harry glances down again and pulls Riddle's cock out.

Oh, it's thick. Long, too.

Harry licks his lips, swallowing down the saliva gathering in his mouth. Part of him wants nothing more than to shove a hand into his trousers and bring himself to completion with a few quick strokes. It's been months since he was this turned on. It's a good thing Riddle takes half a step closer, bumping the head of his cock against Harry's cheek.

Harry wraps a hand around the base of the cock, licking away the pre-cum. Riddle groans, shoving both hands into Harry's hair.

"No teasing. I don't have time for that."

This time, Harry doesn't bother hiding his eye roll. Bossy, even in bed. He should have known. Still, Harry doesn't waste any more time, though that has more to do with the fact that he's just as eager as Riddle. He wraps his lips around the tip and goes with it when Riddle pulls him closer. Soon, Harry falls into a rhythm, allowing Riddle to control his movements for the most part. Riddle always pulls Harry's head back before the tip can brush against the back of his throat. He seems to know exactly how far Harry can comfortably take him.

Harry isn't after comfortable, though. He wants the memory of this encounter to be enough to keep him satisfied for the next few months. And to achieve that...

The next time Riddle pulls Harry towards him, he keeps going down even when Riddle is already pulling him back. That seems to catch Riddle off-guard, but he quickly loosens his grip, allowing Harry to slide his cock down further. His eyes water when it brushes against the back of his throat. He pulls back slightly and tries a second time, deliberately swallowing this time.

Harry and Riddle groan in unison when Riddle's cock enters his throat. Harry doesn't stop until he feels Riddle's balls against his chin. He stays like that for a second or two before slowly pulling back again.

"Fuck," Riddle murmurs, digging his fingers deeper into Harry's scalp. Harry grins around the cock in his mouth and slowly goes back down again. Riddle doesn't try to control his movements anymore. The hands in his hair only seem to be there now because he needs something to hold onto.

All the better. Harry loves the power it gives him over Riddle.

It doesn't take much longer after that until Riddle comes. Riddle's cock twitches the third time Harry swallows it down. Harry keeps his lips pressed against Riddle's bollocks, caressing them with his fingers, and that's all it takes, really, for Riddle to come down his throat.

Riddle lets out a long moan that seems to last forever. His grip tightens briefly before his hands fall away. Harry waits until he's sure Riddle's orgasm is over, then he slowly pulls himself off Riddle's cock.

Harry takes a few deep breaths, only now noticing that he's shaking. He's so hard that it hurts. Harry lets Riddle pull him to his feet, only realizing what a mistake that was when Riddle palms his bulge.

Flinching, Harry swats Riddle's hand away, ignoring the incredulous look that earns him.

"Ah, it's fine. You should go back before people start looking for you."

Riddle cocks his head, looking Harry up and down as if he's trying to figure out all his secrets.

"Fine by me."

Riddle leans forward, brushing his lips against Harry's. It's little more than a peck.

"You should go home, Harry. I'll tell everyone who asks that you had to start working on a new case right away."

Harry bristles at hearing his first name out of Riddle's mouth. With a smug smile, Riddle reaches for his wand to remove the privacy charms he put up.

"Until next time, Harry," Riddle murmurs, all but purring the name, and opens the door, leaving Harry alone with his thoughts.

Harry blinks once, twice.

Did that really just happen?

It seems it did because he's still painfully hard. Shaking his head, Harry casts a spell on his crotch to cover up his state. He probably won't meet anyone on his way out, but it's better to be safe than sorry. Then he leaves the room and gets out of the building as quickly as possible without giving off the impression that someone is chasing him.

Three minutes later, he's lying in his bed, boneless, and with a lazy smile on his face.

It's almost a shame it won't happen again.