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Harry blushed as he imagined the utter shock on his husband’s face when he will (reluctantly) tell him that. Alright, it was a little funny. But he couldn’t help it. Sometimes he thought it’d be nice if that could happen.
“You know, Tom,” Harry said from where he was laying on Tom’s chest, his husband’s long fingers carding through his hair. He felt his cheeks warm and mumbled the next words into Tom’s chest.
Tom furrowed his brows in confusion. What had Harry said just now? “Yes, love. What is it? Speak a little louder, darling.”
Harry wanted to drown. Where did that thought come from anyway? It was so embarrassing. But sometimes he couldn’t help but think along those lines when Tom fucked him so hard, so well that he couldn’t get up for days.
And the bastard liked to use the stupid plug to keep his cum inside. Yes, he liked it too but it was still embarrassing. Even other healers knew why sometime Harry Potter Riddle took off from work.
It was no secret what Head Auror Tom Riddle and his husband Harry Potter got upto. Two healers had even accidentally walked in on him and Tom once. Tom fucking him against the wall. What had made the situation worse was that one was his friend, Anthony Goldstein. He could only imagine what he’d looked like to Anthony and Gabrielle that time. His head thrown back, his legs on either side of Tom, his hands threaded in his boyfriend’s wavy hair as Tom pounded into him with vigor.
Gabrielle and Anthony had not been able to look him in the eye for two whole months without turning beet red.
“Well, that was quite a scene,” Gabrielle said, an amused grin on her face. “I wonder if my boyfriend will allow me to fuck him like that sometimes. He is so vanilla—”
Harry whined much to the amusement of his two friends and colleagues.
“Wow, Harry,” Harry wanted someone to kill him and put him out of his misery. He tried to glare at Anthony but the little shit just sniggered. They’d been friends for ten years, of course Anthony will not care. “No, seriously, Harry. I didn’t know you were so damn flexible. Even Terry can’t bend that well.”
“Shut up,” Harry retorted without heat and buried his face in his hands. Merlin, he was so embarrassed.
They had no idea how flexible he was, Harry thought darkly.
Yes, he remembers very well how Tom had fucked him against the floor to ceiling windows of their apartment. Of course no one could see them, Tom and he were too bloody possessive of each other and had charmed the stupid thing. But the filth Voldemort had whispered in his ears as he’d thrusted inside him still sent waves of pleasure through his body.
“You are mine, aren’t you darling?” Voldemort whispered seductively in Harry’s ears, his voice low and soft as he stroked his boyfriend’s cock in time with his thrusts. Harry nodded with tears rolling down his cheeks, unable to form coherent words as Tom continued to hit his prostate with eerie accuracy.
“Use your words, darling,” Tom drawled as he bit the sensitive skin between Harry’s shoulder and neck making the green-eyed male moan even louder.
“I—I —ah,” Harry bit his lip to stifle his moan of pleasure as Tom dug his teeth in Harry’s neck. “I –I am only –yours!”
Tom’s eyes fluttered shut as those sweet words washed over him. No matter how many times Harry said it, no matter how many times he whispered the same between kisses at night, or between throes of passion, he still didn’t feel satisfied. It wasn’t enough. Tom knew it will never be enough.
He knew Harry Potter was his. Harry was his. He’d always been his, he will always be his.
He still needed to hear that Harry had forgiven him for everything. That despite what he’d done to him Harry still loved him.
“Tom, please, it’s you, it’s always been you.” Harry pleaded in his arms. “Please move.” He liked Tom’s cock inside him but he really really needed to cum. This wasn’t like those times Harry just sat on Tom’s cock as his boyfriend kissed and kissed him, only lazily thrusting inside Harry once in a while.
Voldemort grinned in Harry’s neck and snapped his hips forward again, determined to make Harry forget everything but him.
He groaned when Harry’s inner velvety walls clenched around his cock, the filthy, wet squelch, the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin, echoing in the room, making Tom unwilling to let Harry go ever again.
“You really do love me inside you,” Tom said in wonder as Harry rolled his hips back and his cock slid in even deeper.
“God, yes, Tom. just let me cum!”
Tom smiled to himself as his free hand moved up to gently tweak the hard nub, pinching the rosy nipple between his fingers. The action made Harry’s body jolt and Harry clenched even tighter around his cock, making Tom throw his head back in pleasure.
Tom looked with glazed eyes as his cum dribbled out of Harry. He didn’t even realize when he moved and spread Harry’s ass cheeks and licked his pretty, reddish pink entrance covered in his essence.
Harry yelled and braced himself against the glass panels as Tom’s tongue again lit up a fire inside him.
“Harry, Harry?” Harry blinked as he was pulled out of the pleasant memories by Tom’s voice. He’d never expected the former Dark Lord to agree to role play with him. Tom had always looked mortified when he’d made him read those explicit BDSM MM novels.
“Muggles minds can be pretty dirty it seems,” Tom said after he’d another novel. And no matter how dirty the novels were a small part of him wanted to enact these scenes with his boyfriend.
Harry snickered beside Tom and leaned up and kissed his cheek. Tom looked down with an amused smile playing on his lips as Harry again snuggled into his side. “That makes it all the better for us. They have some pretty kinky stuff which I’d love to do with you.”
Harry looked up and smiled gently when he saw Tom’s worried expression. “Hey, calm down. I am fine.”
Tom gave Harry a curious look before relaxing again and leaning back on the pillows. “What were you saying before, darling?”
Harry blushed and Tom gulped as he saw the sheepish expression on his husband. He never used legilimency on Harry so he didn’t know what his beauty was thinking, or why he was looking so bashful.
Harry knew there was no way to make it less weird so he just went and said it out loud.
“I want to have your babies.”
Tom blinked and Harry felt himself flush more when after a minute Tom still didn’t say anything. Tom was just looking at him as if he couldn’t believe what he’d just heard.
Harry himself couldn’t believe he was thinking like this either. He was a male; he can’t have kids. Hell, he didn’t even want kids.
But then Harry remembered how he sometimes stopped Tom from pulling out, how he was completely okay with keeping Tom’s cum inside him. How sometimes he wondered what it would be like to have his and Tom’s child grow inside him.
“Harry—” Tom’s soft voice brought Harry out of his reverie. He glanced at Tom and he felt lightheaded as he noticed Tom’s heated expression. Anticipation build up in his stomach as the burgundy eyes of his husband started shining with lust and desire. Something which happened only when they confessed their love to each other.
“I know, I know we are both males,” Harry suddenly said, “and I know you don’t like kids.” Tom let out a chuckle and Harry noticed he now looked more amused than aroused. His eyes slowly losing the desire and going back to their normal warm red.
Harry grinned before continuing. “I’ve never cared about them either. It’s just,” he leaned in and pressed his lips to Tom’s collarbone, making the former dark lord’s breath hitch. He looked up from under his lashes and didn’t even realize his voice had taken a seductive quality. “I sometimes feel I would’ve been pregnant so many times if it was possible. the way you make love to me, fill me up with your cum—”
Tom pulled Harry to him so Harry was straddling him, he needed to touch Harry after hearing such arousing, sensual thoughts from his husband. Harry bit his bottom lip as he felt Tom’s arousal poking the cleft of his ass. He unconsciously rolled his hips and sucked in a breath when Voldemort’s hands on his hips tightened. “I just love you so much.”
Voldemort’s heart thudded in his chest and Harry’s eyes softened as he was again overwhelmed by his lord husband’s emotions. Their bonding ceremony had really entwined them together in every way. “To think I have our child growing inside me—”
Harry’s eyes fluttered shut as he imagined a baby with Tom’s features and his eyes. No, their eyes. A pleasant tingle ran through his body as he visualized that. He felt Tom’s fingers dig in his hips and he didn’t care. He opened his eyes and smiled softly at his love. “It feels me up with indescribable happiness.”
Harry averted his eyes as he saw the insane glint in Tom’s eyes.
Tom knew he had a bruising grip on Harry’s hips but he didn’t care. Hell, he hated kids, he really didn’t like them.
But the way Harry was talking about them—
“I just wanted our kid growing inside me. Something that we created, a part of you and me. A beautiful combination of us both.” Harry paused and Tom knew he was again looking vulnerable. The way Harry’s eyes had softened as he leaned in to press a kiss to his chin told him that. “I love you so much, Tom,” Harry whispered as he looked in his husband’s eyes. “Voldemort.”
Tom’s eyes widened as he heard his self-given name. “Tom Riddle, Voldemort,” Harry smiled gently and kissed him with utmost gentleness. “I love every part of you, darling.”
Tom felt something inside him shatter as he heard that and for the rest of the night, he showed Harry how much he loved him. Harry was unable to form a single coherent word that night and most of the morning.