"I'm home, my little serpent," he hissed the words gently in Harry's ear, massaging his hand down the boy's back while waking him. Squirming slightly, the boy's back arched into his touch, whining under his breath as he did. The man chuckled, nuzzling into his neck and licking the shell of his ear. "You wanted me to wake you when I got home. Well, I'm home, so wake up for me."
Giving out a moan, the kind one emits when first waking up, the teen yawned, clenching his eyes shut and stretching. He ingored for the moment the fact that the man was running his delightful fingers over his bare back, sending far more delightful waves of pleasure through his body. He felt the man's fingers lingering on the dimples that rested above his ass, the ones that Tom simply loved to open mouth kiss. A slight smirk twisted across his face, and he kept his eyes closed, waiting to see if the man would give into the temptation that he had never resisted before.
He didn't disappoint. Not even a full thirty seconds later his hot mouth was placing wet kisses to each dimple, sending shocks of electricity up his spine and curling his toes. "Mmm..." he whined, burying his face into his pillow. "Toooom..." he hissed under his breath, his body relaxing and tensing all at the same time. Licking his lips, he peeked over his shoulder at the man, finding the sight of the man leaving open mouthed kisses on his back extremely attractive.
The man raised his head and looked up at him, a light smirk playing across his face. He rolled his emerald eyes, turning over on his back to face him. "Well hello. And how did your 'Dark Lord' business go?" he asked with a grin, reaching up to twirl a finger in the man's hair. The man's smirk broadened, and he felt his stomach tense in thought of what exactly the man had been doing while gone.
"It went... relatively well..." the tone of his voice told the teen he had done everything he wanted to, and that nothing had gone awry. Giving a smile, Harry leaned back to lay down, wrapping his arms around the man and pull him down to make him lay down with him. Giving in, the man rolled over, so he was laying on his back and the teen was laying on his chest.
"I'm glad," the boy replied, closing his eyes and resting on his chest. A chill set about the room from the large windows that he refused to close. Giving a light shudder, he snuggled closer to the Dark Lord, soaking in his warmth. Chuckling, the man flicked his wrist, and the covers tugged up around them, securing under the boy's chin.
"Why do you insist on the windows open? You'll catch your death of cold." Harry couldn't help but grin at his words, looking up at him with a cheeky expression. "What?" Tom asked warily, the boy's expression telling him that he didn't want to ask.
"Sometimes, you act so old. It's funny." He grinned, dancing his fingers over the man's built chest, knowing he was pushing buttons that no one else would dare.
The man growled, reaching up to clench his hands in the boy's hair, tugging hard. "I am old, you little brat. I am old enough to be your Grandfather, even if I don't look like it."
This only made the teen's grin broaden, and he pulled the covers up higher, turning to lay completely on the man's chest. He looked up at him, his emerald eyes sparkling in a daring mockery. "So, you're old enough to be my grandfather..." He twisted his fingers in the man's hair, letting the words hang in the air for a minute. "Does that turn you on?"
Gritting his teeth, the man let his crimson eyes show a playfulness that only the teen ever saw. "And if it does?"
"That'd make you one sick git." He leaned into the the hand that ran through his unruly hair, making another mental note to cut it.
"Then I suppose that would make me one sick git." The reply made Harry grin impishly, and he crawled the rest of the way up the man's chest, pressing their lips together. Chuckling, the man kissed him back, tugging the teen's hair to make him arch his neck, baring his throat in submission. The teen whined, a delicious sound to the already excited man's ears. Growling deep in his throat, the man dug his nails down the boy's back, hard enough to draw blood to the surface. He hissed in pain, pushing his back into the man's hand, then pulling closer, as if he could never be close enough.
