Tomarry Oneshots

"You look so pretty when you moan, I just wanted the world to see it."

Tom and Harry are famous in the muggle world. Harry as a clothing designer and Tom as one of his models. The world doesn't know that the pair are married but when Harry forgets he has a reporter coming, things don't stay that way. 

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     Harry had woken up before his husband and quietly slunk down the stairs to the kitchen. Deciding to treat his boyfriend to a nice breakfast, Harry started gathering ingredients. Turning on the stove, Harry started chopping strawberries. Once, the strawberries had been cut, Harry got out the pancake mix and syrup.

     Within 15 minutes, breakfast was done. Harry was smiling widely as he started to clean the counters with a rag. Hearing footsteps come from the stairs, Harry smile, somehow, expands. 

     Tom stood in the entry way of the kitchen leaning against the doorway. He was in a pair of checkered black sleep pants with no shirt. His rock hard abs were on display and Harry felt his mouth water. 

    'Damn what I would give to drag him back upstairs.' Tom was chuckling as his husband had stopped cleaning and wasn't moving as Harry stared at him. 

     Walking over to Harry, Tom planted a sweet kiss onto Harry's lips. The kiss quickly became passionate and Harry was lifted onto the counter. Hands began to wander, and Tom's knee became planted in between Harry's thighs. When Tom applied pressure to Harry's hardening dick, Harry let out a sweet moan that echoed around the room. 

     "Bedroom." Harry muttered between kisses. Tom murmured his agreement and wrapped his hands around Harry's ass. Picking up his husband, Tom started to make his way towards the stairs. 

     A knock on their front door drew Tom from the kiss. Seeing they were in the living room, Harry was placed carefully on the couch. Whining when Tom walked off, Harry was blissed out and looked it too. His hair was messier than normal. Round lips were red and lightly bitten while emerald eyes were blown out. 

     Angry they were interrupted, Tom threw the door open to find a short woman standing there. She had blonde curls and wide glasses. A lecherous smile was also on her face, as the overweight camera man was filming Tom at the door.  

     "Hello Mr. Riddle, I am here to interview Mr. Potter. We had arranged this last week." She stated as she moved to walk into the house and the camera man followed suit.

     "Oh...Um...What." Tom muttered confused as he subconsciously moved so that she could enter. She swept by and entered the hall moving towards the living room.

     "What are you doing here, Mr. Riddle? Oh hello Mr. Potter. Ready for your interview?" The lady sat herself in the small green chair that was basked by the sun. The camera man set up a tri pod behind her getting a great shot of both the reporter and Harry. 

     "What interview?" Harry spoke as he hastily tried to fix his hair. Shooting Tom a look essentially saying 'What the hell is she doing here.', Harry pulled down his sweatshirt, that had ridden up and was showing numerous hickeys. Tom just shook his head and went to grab a plate of the breakfast Harry had prepared.

     'Little shit!' Harry thought as Tom escaped to get food. 

     "Hello, Harry, May I call you that?" Getting conformation, she continued. "I am Rita Skeeter with Women's Weekly. We were originally here to talk about your new fashion line, but with who answered the door. We have other questions."

      "Ughhh." Harry muttered as he attempted to hide himself in Tom's sweatshirt that he had stolen. 

     "Now where to begin," Rita's grin was malicious and Harry internally cursed. "Why was Mr. Riddle at the door this morning?" 

     "Oh...um...he stayed over last night?" Even Harry knew his explanation was unbelievable. Rita's grin somehow got more malice in it.

      "We need an answer not a question, Harry." The tone of the statement was taunting and Harry wanted to be anywhere else. 

     "Oh well w-" Harry was cut off by Tom returning back to the room with two plates of food. Handing Harry one, Tom plopped himself beside his husband. The camera man had to readjust his frame to capture all three. Rita however would not be stopped. 

     "Ok how about this? Why do you have hickeys on your stomach, Harry?" Tom stopped his fork inches away from his mouth in shock. Setting the fork down, Tom felt determination fill his veins. Looking at a mortified Harry, Tom grabbed his hand and leaned down to whisper in his ear. 

     "Feel like coming out?" Harry just sighed and nodded his head. 

     "Might as well, there is no getting out of this." Tom kissed Harry's forehead out of view of the camera and they turned back to the reporter, who was sitting bouncing her polished shoes on the wooden floors.  

     "I put the hickeys there Ms. Skeeter." Tom said looking her dead in the eyes while Harry attempted to burrow into his sweatshirt and the couch. 

     "Oh," Stunned she took a second to glance at an equally shocked camera man. "Mr. Riddle are you two in a relationship or are you just involved?"

     Tom lifted up Harry's left hand with his and showed off the matching pair of rings, making Harry flush bright red. He gestured to the intertwined hands and mouthed 'Ta-dah!' with barely noticeable jazz hands. 

     "Engaged then?" The camera man zoomed in on the matching rings. Harry sighed and gave up with burrowing into the couch. Tom also sighed but for a different reason. It had just ht him that this would probably be front page news for the next month. The 'Worlds Hottest Bachelor' was apparently not a bachelor would most definitely make the front page.  

     "Married." Tom curtly replied. Skeeter's eyes went wide, apparently her polite conversation skills decided to take a vacation as she started to list off questions.

      "How long have you been together? How long have you been married? Who proposed? Do you want to adopt? How about a surrogate? How does your family's feel about this development? Why have you kept your relationship a secre-" Rita looked a little miffed about being cut off.

     "We kept it a secret because people would react like you. Now I am going to ask you to leave nicely so I can continue what I started with my husband. Shoo!." Surprisingly the camera man was first out the door. Rita however had to be shooed out the house. 

        Tom hearing the door shut, moved so that he was leaning over his husband who was still mortified. Kissing his jaw teasingly, Tom moved his hand to Harry's dick feeling it start to harden. Harry, not thinking about who could still be lurking outside, moaned loudly. 

     Tom picked up his husband, hoping to make it to the bedroom without being interrupted again. Opening his eyes, without breaking the kiss, Tom turned to walk towards the stair, but when he spotted the camera man taking photo's of them, an idea struck him. Turning so that they were in clear view of the camera, Tom groped Harry's ass making him release a sweet moan while tilting his head back in pleasure as Tom maintained eye contact with the camera.

     'Now that is going to be the front page photo.' Tom thought as he moved them out of the camera's view and, more importantly, towards the bedroom. 

     When Harry saw that photo on TV the next morning, he was so embarrassed. Tom seeing that, decided to make a comment.

     "You look so pretty when you moan, I just wanted the world to see it." Harry grabbed a pillow and, after Tom bolted, started to chase his husband. 

     "I don't want the world to see me moan, Idiot!" Harry exclaimed as he caught his husband and attacked him with the plushy pillow.

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Word Count: 1320

Published: June 17, 2020