The Boy Who Bitched

Chapter 3

The answer was 20 minutes, which was far longer than the Dark Lord was expecting. It started with Harry shimmying in his seat, his problem growing harder by the second. "T-t-tom," the boy whimpered, struggling to stop shifting in his seat."
"Yes my pet?" Tom asked trying not to bask in his success.
"W-w-ould you pl-please f-f-f-uck me-eee," the boy said with tears threatening to spill out of his vibrant green eyes.

God Tom couldn't handle himself, he couldn't believe Harry Potter was begging for him, completely at the mans mercy. Tom being the merciful Lord he was obliged. He picked the young boy up who immediately started wrapping his legs around Tom's waist. Tom made quick haste of pulling his lips towards the boy who started sucking on the older man's bottom lip diligently. Harry then started moving his tongue in Tom's mouth, discovering all that was. He licked around hungrily, as if Tom's mouth was his only source of air, and started slightly moaning in the mans mouth. Tom was having trouble keeping himself composed with the flirtatious boy's playful tongue in his mouth. He could only imagine what other things that beautiful mouth could do, but he would come back to that later. He sat down on the bed with the boy still in his lap, Tom's thick erection poking the sweet boy. Harry gasped at the feeling and quickly started attempting to rub his bottom on it while whimpering and grabbing at Tom's shoulder.

"Patience sweet boy, patience," Tom said while flipping Harry over on his back.
The young boy gasped in surprise. Tom snapped his fingers and suddenly both of them were completely unclothed, Harry was surprised by this small act. Harry liked what he saw however, Tom was built so sturdily, his strong arms and chest somehow turning Harry on even more. Harry was so desperate for the man's touch. Tom however was in no rush and started kissing down Harry's entire body. He lingered on the boy's neck for a while sucking dutifully trying to mark the boys as his. Harry moaned in delight, the Dark Lord's mouth on his body felt so good. Tom started squeezing Harry's nipples, he was surprised at how reactive Harry was to the touch. Harry's moan grew louder," Please Tom please," he whimpered so pathetically.

God Tom couldn't stand it, he wanted to flip the boy over and fuck his hard right then and there, but foreplay was important and he wanted to have his fun. He licked down Harry's chest, and stopped on his lovely dick, it wasn't nearly as impressive as Tom's length, but it was enough. He sucked the head softly, loving hearing Harry's breath shallowing. Then to be a tease he took the entire thing in his mouth, allowing the back of his throat to be touched, he sucked a couple times before coming back up, Harry shivering in pleasure. Harry was gripping on the blankets of the bed feeling deliriously filled with pleasure. He was unsure if he wanted the quick relief of pleasure or for this fun ride to continue.

"Bend over for me," he whispered into Harry's ear.
Harry ungracefully, but very quickly moved himself over, putting his ass way up in the air. Tom helped maneuver his hips to the correct position, and very suddenly started licking Harry's tight hole. Harry shuddered at the feeling, but pressed his ass back wanting more. Suddenly a finger was being pressed into him, surprisingly wet, Harry wondered if Tom knew of a lubricant spell. The finger was uncomfortable at first but quickly turned pleasurable. "Mo-ore," Harry begged, wanting the feel of Tom's dick pressed way up inside of him.
Tom grabbed Harry by his hair making the boy look him in the face. "Mmm be patient my desperate boy," Tom said while simultaneously pressing two fingers into Harry's hole hard.
It wasn't long till a third was added and then a fourth, and Harry just seemed like he couldn't get enough, he just wanted more. When Tom felt like Harry was prepped enough he started teasing Harry with the tip of his quite impressive and girthy length. Harry's hips rocked back and forth wanting more. Tom grabbed his hips restricting the boys movement and very slowly pressed himself in. He shuddered at the pleasure of feeling Harry's tight but primed hole, he was going to enjoy this. He held it in a minute, giving Harry a minute to adjust, Harry on the other hand was foaming at the mouth with delirium while wondering if Tom was touching any important organs. It felt strange, but it was also one of the best things Harry had ever felt, he was unsure of how much more pleasure his body could take. Slowly Tom started thrusting in and out. Eventually Tom found that beloved sweet spot and started hitting in regularly Harry's moans turning into whimpered begging. Tom was a gentleman and of course Harry's orgasm came first, and the a second one just for fun having to be careful with pacing himself. After Harry's second orgasm where he was gripping the bed sheets he started shouting demans, "Tom cum in me, put a baby in me, something, please," the boy practically screamed.
That set something in Tom, some possessive urge, there was nothing he wanted more than to have Potter carry his baby. The thought of Harry swelled full with his child sending him over the edge. He started using Harry as nothing more than a fuck toy, grabbing the boys thighs so hard they would definitely bruise, but Harry just moaned in more contentment, babbling nonsensical thank you and Tom's name on repeat. Suddenly Tom felt that rush and he was ramming his thick cock into Harry as he cummed in the boys bright red abused hole. As Harry felt himself being filled with cum, his barely touched penis spilled cum all across the bed. He started seeing stars, his knees getting shaky before he collapsed in an overly pleasured heap. He didn't know how many times he'd orgasmed with Tom hitting his prostate, but he couldn't wait to do that again. Tom moved him on his side, letting Harry regain his composure

Tom had had sex before, but this was something completely different. He felt almost complete with the boy, like the thick void that was him had been healed somewhat, like he could be content with just Harry and the world he had created. He felt as if he had enough for the first time in his life. After a short amount of time cuddling with the boy Tom lifted him up and took him to the bathroom so they could clean off and shower together, but not before beckoning house elves to change the bed clothes.

Harry was off in his own world during the entire shower, he was merely putty in Tom's arms, letting the man gently cleanse his entire body. Tom never wanted to let the boy go, he loved how Harry felt in his arms, he felt a deep desire to want to protect him that wasn't there before. Eventually Tom carried Harry back to the freshly made bed, Tom lying on his back and Harry on his chest drawing invisible pictures onto Tom's chest.