Tom ran a finger along the cluster of nick nacks. Stopping at a volume of some old, dog ear book. Pulling it out to flip through the pages. Allowing the other to openly watch him. Knowing they wouldn't had his attention been on them.
"I once saw a man die. This was during the war in the summer. Before they could get us all to the country side."
Tom's eyes were blank as if it wasn't suppose to be a strong memory. Even though it dwell heavy in his brain.
"A bomb took him. In the rubble I saw him. And he me."
Tom stopped flipping through the pages, "But his death wasn't the one that had me fearing dying."
But Tom said to much.
Tom actually touching him was enough to finally make Harry gasp and close his eyes. He went nearly boneless, and he didn't see it coming at all before the hand closed over his throat. It took him two frantic breaths to realize his breathing wasn't actually restricted, and then he relaxed again as much as he was able while still being very aware of each beat of his own heart rushing blood to his cheeks and, uncomfortably, his groin.
He swallowed, and the press of his adams apple against Tom's palm didn't help the inappropriate arousal. "I'll help you, Tom, because you're my friend and you've helped me and I like you. But you're seventeen and not a lord and I'm not a medieval knight. I'm not calling you 'master.'" No matter how the very notion made his heart beat faster and left him wanting to squirm.
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"Friend?" Tom crackled a smile. Amused by such a childish sentance. Didn't Harry know what was happening here.
Yet even Tom was confused by his own. How easily he was taking things further.
How warm the others skin felt compared to his own. How he liked the small tremble in the others tone. The humming under his hand as the other spoke. How he could see the others collar bone poking out. How a small freckle sat in the hallows.
The closer he lean into the more appealing that freckle looked. Feeling his own breath hit back off Harry's shoulder.
"I will be a great Lord some day. And you'll sing my proper name that day."
Tom lean down to the others collar bone before he paused. Unsure what he himself plan on doing.
He really doubted that, but maybe. Maybe after years of wearing him down, and of Tom building rank... maybe then he would give in and call him some ridiculous title. He didn't say that. He did open his eyes and, slower than he may have even thought possible, he lifted his hand to brush feather-light over Tom's back.
He touched him with his other hand too, almost as though he wasn't sure if he was allowed, nevermind that Tom's hand was still pressed firmly against his own neck. Then, something breaking within him, he surged forward and clutched desperately as the folds of Tom's robes, holding him close, for whatever it was he was about to do.
"Tom," he gasped, unsure what he was asking for. Then he tilted his head back and closed his eyes again, leaving himself even more vulnerable.
Harry's cry was like a breathless bird. A small whimpering animal under the palm of his hand. It stir there in Tom's loins. Like a sip of Fire whiskey settling in his gut.
"Come now."
Tom withdrew his hand, face flushed. Sensing he took his game in a whole new direction. One he wasn't sure how to play his hand in.
"No need for that. As you said we are friends."
The back of his hand brushing Harry's cheek. Feeling the others pleasing warmth. Enjoying it Enjoying the other signature scent. Having him lean in again, inhaling.
"You do trust me." He asks wondering if he trust himself at this moment. Both of them alone as he rests his lips upon the others temple.
Harry felt his heart clench painfully in his chest as Tom pulled back from him, and he very nearly whimpered as Tom's clothing was tugged out of his grip and cold air touched his newly-uncovered neck. That Tom knew what he wanted so desperately and yet wouldn't give it to him simply because of his own stupid words from a moment ago was equal parts mortifying and infuriating, but lips did, at least, press to his temple, and his own partner to let out a small, desperate, barely-audible sound in response.
Unfortunately, he did trust Tom. He trusted him more than he'd ever trusted anyone, and he could only hope that that wouldn't prove to be the biggest mistake of his life. "Yes," he answered quietly. "You know I do."



















