Tomarry Oneshots

How Did We Get Here?

Genre: Smut, kinda fluffy, first time bottom

3rd POV
That was the question going through both of their minds. How they got here. With Harry on his back on the bed, Tom towering over him, hands on either side of his head, knees on either side of his hips. Harry, once he realized what position they were in, blushed a dark red. Tom, after a minute, just smirked, and kissed Harry, surprising him immensely. Nevertheless, he kissed back clumsily, having no idea what to do, just following Tom's lead.

After he got used to the mechanics, he wrapped his hands around the back of Tom's head, bringing him down to kiss him harder. Tom slid his right hand under Harry's shirt to his chest and lightly pinched a nipple. This made Harry gasp into the kiss, giving Tom the opportunity to explore the wet cavern with his tongue. Tom's tongue twined lazily with Harry's, in an erotic dance.

      Harry blushed as he felt his pants become a little (a lot) too tight, while Tom simply smirked. He put a palm on the smaller's hard-on and rubbed lightly, making Harry moan lightly, blushing immediately at the action.

"Getting a bit excited, are we?" Tom lightly teased, moving the heel of his palm in small circles.

Harry made a small whimper of embarrassment mixed with arousal, his blush deepening significantly, and he covered his face with his hands.

Tom was displeased with this, so he brought his hand from under his shirt and lightly moved Harry's hands with a soft, "None of that, now."

Then, Harry, still wanting to hide but not wanting to displeased Tom further, simply squeezed his eyes shut and turned his face to the side, panting lightly from the hand on his clothed cock.

Tom, realizing this would probably be the best he would get for now, simply settled for leaning down and kissing his neck, this slowly turning into soft nips. Harry shuddered, sucking in a breath, and tilting his head back slightly, eyes still closed but not squeezed shut now.

Suddenly, a hand gently tugging on the hem of Harry's shirt brought him out of his reverie. Understanding what Tom wanted, he slowly pulled his shirt up and off, blushing at his now exposed torso.

As he tossed his shirt to the side, Tom got his first real look at his little lover's torso. It had slight muscle definement, but it mostly represented a tone when one's diet didn't quite suffice. It was littered with scars. Some were simply war scars, though many looked quite suspicious. He didn't get into it now, though.

Not wanting to be the only one exposed, and honestly wanted some of the attention off of him, Harry tugged at the hem of Tom's shirt. Tom obligingly pulled it off, showing off his very-well-defined torso.

Without seeming to know what exactly he was doing, Harry ran his fingers lightly over Tom's abs, then his chest, blatantly staring. Somehow, he worked his way down to the waistband of his pants, his fingers lightly brushing over the prominent bulge there, making it jump ever so slightly under his touch. Almost fascinated, Harry kept using light touches to make Tom's dick move.

Tom, amused, let him keep at his antics for a few minutes. That is, until he started to get just a little bit impatient. His boner was starting to become uncomfortable without the attention it was craving.

So, he asked his little serpent, "Would you like to keep going? If not, just say something." This startles Harry out of his reverie, immediately sending him blushing as he replied, "I-I want to... I d-don't know w-what to do though..."

Tom smiled warmly at his little lover's innocence and stated, "It's alright. Just lay back. I do most of the work."

With that, Tom started kissing along Harry's jawline and neck, then moving down to his chest, until he got to the waistband of his pants. He looked up at Harry, silently asking for permission to go lower.