Strawberries [Harry Potter]
Ficmas #5, for birgitriddle, who wanted a fic with Tom Riddle and her OC Mark. This is as close as I ever come to unrelenting fluff.
Title: Strawberries
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: FRAO for m/m sex
Words: 299
Pairing: Tom Riddle/Mark Appelby
Summary: "Mark's eyes flew open at the contact, and he breathed Tom's name like a benediction."
Pressed against him in the dark, Mark smelled like strawberries. Open mouths met, and tongues dueled for a moment, then silky hair slid across his chest as Mark moved down.
"Master," he murmured into the sensitive skin of his thighs, and then his mouth closed around Tom's length.
The Dark Lord moaned.
Tom resisted the urge to bury his hands in that hair and guide Mark's head, instead fisting his hands in the loose sheets. Mark moved with unpracticed awkwardness, but it was overwhelming all the same. Even the occasional brush of teeth served to ground him in the moment.
And when he was alone with Mark like this, the moment was all he needed.
He pulled the boy back up, murmuring a spell he didn't learn in a Hogwarts classroom as he did so.
As a result, Mark was wet and ready for him. He squeaked as Tom slid in, and continued making sweet, high-pitched little noises as he gradually began moving. Between the hot tightness and the noises, Tom knew that he wouldn't last long.
He reached down and took a hip in one hand and Mark's straining erection in the other, using one to set the pace. Mark's eyes flew open at the contact, and he breathed Tom's name like a benediction. It quickly turned back into strangled incoherence as Tom picked up the pace.
"My Mark," he whispered, and spilled into him. Mark squeaked again, and shot his own climax across Tom's chest, collapsing into it with a sigh.
They lay there in comfortable silence for a while, breathing together, before Tom cleaned them up with a word and settled Mark into a comfortable position.
"Love you, Master," he said sleepily.
He kissed the top of Mark's head. This boy first. The world would follow.
Title: Strawberries
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: FRAO for m/m sex
Words: 299
Pairing: Tom Riddle/Mark Appelby
Summary: "Mark's eyes flew open at the contact, and he breathed Tom's name like a benediction."
Pressed against him in the dark, Mark smelled like strawberries. Open mouths met, and tongues dueled for a moment, then silky hair slid across his chest as Mark moved down.
"Master," he murmured into the sensitive skin of his thighs, and then his mouth closed around Tom's length.
The Dark Lord moaned.
Tom resisted the urge to bury his hands in that hair and guide Mark's head, instead fisting his hands in the loose sheets. Mark moved with unpracticed awkwardness, but it was overwhelming all the same. Even the occasional brush of teeth served to ground him in the moment.
And when he was alone with Mark like this, the moment was all he needed.
He pulled the boy back up, murmuring a spell he didn't learn in a Hogwarts classroom as he did so.
As a result, Mark was wet and ready for him. He squeaked as Tom slid in, and continued making sweet, high-pitched little noises as he gradually began moving. Between the hot tightness and the noises, Tom knew that he wouldn't last long.
He reached down and took a hip in one hand and Mark's straining erection in the other, using one to set the pace. Mark's eyes flew open at the contact, and he breathed Tom's name like a benediction. It quickly turned back into strangled incoherence as Tom picked up the pace.
"My Mark," he whispered, and spilled into him. Mark squeaked again, and shot his own climax across Tom's chest, collapsing into it with a sigh.
They lay there in comfortable silence for a while, breathing together, before Tom cleaned them up with a word and settled Mark into a comfortable position.
"Love you, Master," he said sleepily.
He kissed the top of Mark's head. This boy first. The world would follow.