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Tom returned to University in the middle of the night. He fought internally with what had happened with Harry. How much of it was something that he wanted himself? At what point did the sirensong take control of both of them? Did Tom remember everything, or did he get absorbed in the allure as well? What if Harry didn’t remember everything, or if he had regrets?
Tom felt the lump in his throat as much as he felt the guilt eating away at him. He tried to remember everything Harry had said. Tom knew Harry had wanted him, but was that before the sirensong? Was it only after? Was it Harry’s desire that was so clear, or had Tom failed at the one thing he’d been so insistent on refusing for his whole life? Tom couldn’t go to class that first day, or the second. He pressed at the bruises left on his neck and stared at himself in the mirror, feeling empty. He didn’t want the reminders of what he’d done.
He heard Harry pleading echoing through his thoughts. Asking Tom to touch him, telling him not to make him wait, complimenting Tom and his song. Everything Harry had done was with Tom in mind. And then after it was all over, he’d only wanted the sirensong, a siren, a whole pod of sirens. Tom felt the familiar pain strike his heart and his throat swell, sick from the thought. Sick that Harry didn’t want him. That he’d been used.
Face red, covered in tears, flushed from smacking his own face to get him out of the cycle of thoughts, Tom glared at himself in the mirror. He pressed at the bruises on his neck again from where Harry had sucked, and willed his body to rid of them. It was like a flick of a switch. Tom’s scales rose to the surface, midnight blue overtaking his skin, the freckles of light blue and turquoise sprinkled in. Where there had been bruises now laid lavender marks, Tom reached to touch his face, seeing not just the red eyes in the mirror, but his fingernails too had taken on the garnet colour. Tom growled. Harry had left his mark.
Tom spent the afternoon flickering between forms, just to prove it was worth it. He’d done what he’d set out to do, gained the ability to fully become an independent inland siren. It didn’t matter that he’d had to sacrifice his morals, or that he’d been betrayed by someone he thought had grown to care for him. Tom should have known better, he’d been fooled by human emotions. It didn’t matter whose they’d been, now he knew exactly how to act. He had to avoid all he could. It’d be back to suggestions to feed, and thankfully the campus was filled with people to prey on.
Harry didn’t have to matter to Tom, he had more important things to do than listen to the wizards adventures and eat his breakfast. Perhaps Harry would hear of his success from the next subject he studied allure with. And maybe then Harry would learn that what he’d done with Tom was meant to be more than just another adventure.
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A week had gone by, and then two. Harry continued making enough food for the both of them, and was disappointed when Tom missed their scheduled appointment. Things had gone exceedingly well. Heloved seeing Tom take initiative, it assured him that Tom was comfortable. That night when Tom had taken the lead from Harry… He daydreamt of the sex he had with Tom, the gorgeous sound of his song, the hum on Harry’s cock. He spent his nights with his hands on himself, trying to remember the bliss that Tom had given him by choosing to do such a thing with him, by trusting Harry. Oh, how Tom had felt with his mouth all over his body. His tongue afterwards, licking up their mingled come, and how he’d kissed Harry so passionately with the taste still on him.
The worry he felt when Tom didn’t return competed with the happy memories from the entire summer. Was this how it ended?
Did Harry make a mistake becoming involved with Tom, with allowing himself to want him? Harry supposed they had made and followed their deal, but he had been so sure that Tom wanted him as well. He’d told him. Harry had told Tom that he wanted him, how he wanted him, that he wanted to call Tom his, and his alone. Did Tom not say it back? No, he had, Harry would swear on it. But had he not meant it? Was it only part of the charm? Something to give Harry exactly what he wanted? Part of the fantasy?
Was the reason that Tom hadn’t returned because he’d done what he’d wanted to achieve? Perhaps using his full sirensong after so long had allowed Tom to gain control of his human form. He no longer needed Harry. Maybe he never even wanted him.
Harry made the time pass with his records and studies. His letters to his friends were long, and the excuses for staying at Quiberon Bay were thin, but he couldn’t leave, not when Tom was still around. Harry needed an ending; wanted to stay close in case he returned. There was something about Tom that made Harry want to take care of him, and he knew that before he’d even heard Tom speak.
Tom stood in front of the mirror and let his human form fade. His hair slicked again, skin returned to its shades of blue and he eyed the scales that freckled him. It was like they were taunting him. Ever since Tom realised why he was feeling weak, he bemoaned ever meeting Harry Potter. How had he ever overlooked the consequences of using his sirensong to its fullest power?
Love had made him blind and the mistake had made him weak. He can no longer feed from his use of suggestion and manipulation, only from using his sirensong at its greatest levels. Tom could see it on his face, shades of pink appear on his ears and neck showing the fever that’s taken over, it’s clouded his mind.
Tom had found himself flipping through scenarios, aiming to leave his opinions of sirensong behind. He faced the music and accepted the role he was made to play, but was disgusted at every turn. He had approached a man in a fishing boat and lured him to a campsite on the beach. He found a dock during a carnival and cornered someone he had class with on it. The fantasies and desires of muggles and wizards alike, hit Tom at every angle and left him feeling disgusted and peculiar. No, Tom knew he needed another route to feed again, and there was a hopeful solution.
A hopeful, possible, potentially catastrophic idea that made Tom wait on acting on it quite yet. He watched himself transform carefully twice a day, and thought on it for three. His scales always taunted him at this time; which would be the one to come off full power to feed more easily and keep his lifestyle without needing a full sirensong? Would Harry accept that it was this that brought Tom back to him? That Tom needed him, that wanting wasn’t enough?
Tom ran his thumb over a patch of light blue scales on his forearm, betting it’d be one of those that would come loose when he made love to Harry Potter without the use of his siren song. Tom could imagine the way Harry’s hands would grasp him, how they both wanted to be wanted, and how their lips would meet at the mention of being chosen.
It was settled, Tom would be returning to Harry. A siren scale was a perfect solution, and a perfect excuse, the outcome could be more than Tom had even thought to wish for. Really, if Harry accepted him as he’d said, there may be a future, a bond to be made. Tom’s hesitation lay in the fact that while he’d been magically hurt by their distance, had Harry even thought of him?
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The next day, Tom took on his human form and made his way across the city back to the Bay, and over to Harry’s place. He knocked and made his way inside, Harry leaning back in his chair as he had the first time he’d met Tom.
“Tom!” Harry scrambled up and out into the front hall, and reached for a hug. Then he seemed to think better of it and tried for a handshake. He finally settled for a wave, his other hand running through his hair in embarrassment. “Tea? Biscuits? If you’ve got time? Let’s catch up?”
Tom’s lips twitched at how he’d surprised Harry like this. “Yes, I’d like that Harry.”
Harry flicked his wand a few times, and closed down the lab for the day. Tom’s heart sped up when Harry took his hand and led them out the door and up the stairs to his loft. Harry dropped his hand without mention once they were in the kitchen, and waved his wand gathering the tea and snack tray for their discussion. Tom appreciated the hand hold, it was a reassurance that this, this hope he had had a chance. But it’d be best for Harry to come to the conclusion on his own, for him to see the side of Tom that nobody else would have the experience of; that Tom needed Harry to live. To feed, to exist in the lifestyle he chose, and that he trusted Harry above all else. Tom changed back to his siren form, his red eyes watching Harry carefully as they settled into the armchairs in the sitting room.
Tom dumped two sugars into his tea, and asked Harry as he was stirring, “How’s your research? What’ve you found?”
Harry blushed. “A firsthand experience gave me a lot to work with, only in frequent reflection I- was I able to identify several different levels of sirensong and separate this in the different audial effects as well. The song, the frequency, the pitch, sometimes guttural, it still makes-” Harry blushed again, “It’s been more involved than any other study of allure thus far.” He continues avoiding Tom’s eyes, “It’s added so many possibilities to my research, my life. How’re you? How’s university? Tell me whatever you want.”
Tom soaked in Harry’s failure to maintain the mask. He may be a mad wizard, but he wanted, and opened up to Tom. He treasured and treated him nicely. He asked after Tom’s passions and pursuits. He respected Tom’s despair towards sirensong, and made him feel special when he did ask for it. Tom knew it was worth it. Even now, needing Harry for this, he knew that Harry would take care of him like he had from the beginning.
Tom told Harry of his classes, the roommates in his dorm area, of professors, and how he’d found his way into several leadership roles within a few weeks. Tom discussed the term project that he’d been researching, and Harry listened intently, chin resting in his hands.
“Well, if you ever get hungry, dinner’s still at seven. You’re still welcome Tom.” Harry took a bite of a biscuit, and Tom wondered if Harry really had noticed, food wasn’t the same kind of filling, but Harry knew he needed to be fed.
“Harry, you do feed me well, but I- my sirensong has developed and affected my intake of what’s truly suitable for my survival. My influence is no longer at its typical strength and I find that your greatest creations could not meet my fill. No amount of holding would satisfy the need.”
“Suggestion’s not enough anymore? Because of what I-”
“We.”
“Because of what we did?” Harry asked worriedly, “Tom I didn’t mean to hurt you, make you starve. I hate to say it, but you look terrible. Gorgeous, but sick. You’ve gone this long without feeding?” Harry asked.
“It only fills if it’s used fully.” His eyebrows inclined. He waited for Harry to catch the meaning- not with anyone else, and not often, even with you.
Harry transfigured a paperclip off the desk into a flower and presented it to Tom.
“I have a solution for you. It’s come up in my research, it’s one of only a few things that you didn’t teach me. So stop me if you’ve heard of it, but apparently, Siren scales can affect your feeding intake as you gather from a crowd at a lower level of sirensong! It’d be perfect for you, and would help with your crowd control. They would be extremely beneficial to my research as well, provide many more avenues to explore. Siren scales are so rare in the wizarding world, and really it’d be another gift to be able to help you get one so you could feed comfortably.”
Harry leaned forward and took Tom’s hand and turned it palm side up. He traced over the gradient of blues on the edge of his hand, and said, “I know the scales are precious and priceless, I’d treat them well, I’d only take what you’d give me. For you to trust me with a piece of you and your magic,” Harry took a breath. “I’d be honoured to know and study such gorgeous pieces of magic.” His thumb swirled over the palm of Tom’s hand, and the warm tickle sent a shiver through him.
“I know they look pretty and delicate, but they hold such power and magic. They’ll be instrumental in changing the direction of my allure studies, the world, even. Tom, you will be stronger than ever, with a siren scale to bring you to achieve anything you want. Would you? Would you let me study one of your siren scales?”
Tom watched Harry lick his lips at the thought, and raised his hand up to Harry’s mouth. Harry kissed it softly and Tom’s eyes narrowed. Harry kissed it again, watched as Tom decidedly melted before him. “I missed you, and I wanted you, and you came back. I’m sorry it was because you were in pain.”
Tom hummed as Harry's lips touched the pads of his fingers, and he felt the blush take up his whole face. He was missed and wanted. The way Harry spoke to him without any influence gave Tom a focused positivity he’d been missing. Why had he left him to begin with? Harry wasn’t with Tom for sirensong, but this, this proved it. If, Harry knew that is.
“I am glad to be with you.” Tom said honestly, “But what you’re asking- what I think you mean, what it actually means. Harry, do you know how siren scales are made?”
Tom pulled his hand away from Harry when the man shrugged. “Harry, siren scales, are such a rarity for a reason; they only come off at a certain time and lose their abilities if the abilities were in use at the time.”
“Can’t you– I mean, you don’t use your abilities all the time?”
“Last time we did this, I did use my siren song. I bet you remember well enough.” Tom said pointedly.
Harry’s eyes widened. “But you said you wanted to? I know it won’t be the same, that it’s been a while, but I’ll treat you right. Tom all I do is remember, I want you as much as I ever have. Do you remember what that felt like?” He placed his hands on either side of Tom’s head, his thumbs touched Tom’s ears.
“Yes, electric desire, addicting, I-,” Tom sighed. “It’d mean no allure, no hypnotism, no fantasy, you still want me?”
Harry’s hands dug more, held more, fingers in hair and Tom saw it as need now.
“Tom, yes, yes, I want you. I kept my research at the Bay because of you. Tom, I’ve missed you while you were gone. I hoped you’d return, as much as I love your magic, I love you more. Not for what your magic does to me, but for what you have. Let me show you how much I want you. All on my own, I’ll give you everything I am. Tom, show me your true beauty.”
Harry’s hands rested on Tom's chest, watching his face shift as Tom closed his eyes. His face became colder, angles sharper. There were patches where scales stood out from the rest, much like freckles, and he knew his voice had a certain echoic vibrato as he spoke in this form. But Harry certainly noticed how Tom had grown, how handsome he was without sending any allure towards Harry; one of the first things he had to learn at the Bay. Harry didn’t voice his compliments first, he needed to show them.
Harry ran his hands over Tom's chest and arms, leaning into him, Tom's hands settled on Harry’s sides, and Harry pressed his lips gently onto Toms, letting the young man lead. Tom kissed harder, hands sliding under Harry’s shirt, full of warmth. He nipped at Harry’s lips and Harry kissed his way to Tom's ear, fingers hidden in his hair. “You’re so magnificent. So gorgeous, such a good kisser.”
Tom responded with a moan.
“And that voice” Harry kisses his neck and bites at his shoulder. “Take off your pants Tom, and get on your knees — if you want to.”
Tom was quick to oblige, and knelt before Harry.
“You’ve done so good Tom,” Harry ran his hand gently over Tom’s hair. “Coming to me when you needed to. You know I’ll always take care of you.” Tom leaned into Harry’s hand, and Harry’s thumb traced under his jaw and tilted it upwards.
“You chose to let me hold you, and blessed me with your gorgeous magic, and now,” Harry skirted his fingertips down Tom’s arms and chest, tracing above his pelvic line. “Now you want me and trust me to be close, to know you with no line of defence.” Tom shivered and felt his lips quiver.
Harry commented with a smile, “You have told me you like when I initiate. Do you want to give up control? Do you want to give it to me Tom?”
Tom felt himself lean into Harry’s touch and agreed. “Yes.” His face had tones of pink and purple in the strength of the want he had for Harry.
“Good,” Harry waved his wand and Tom felt his hands snap together, quickly bound. Harry gripped Tom by the neck and brought his mouth to his ear. “I want you in all ways. I fantasise about holding you close and holding you down. About hearing your song, about gagging you. The things you do to me and I do to you are unlike any other.” Harry nibbled and sucked at his earlobe, and continued, “It’s not the allure I’m after Tom, it’s you.” He leaned back to look at Tom. “How do I want you Tom?”
Tom responded with glazed red eyes, “Gagging.”
Harry tightened his grip and smiled. “In all ways.”
“You want me in all ways,” Tom leaned up and gasped at the hand on the back of his neck. He found himself wanting the other around his throat.
“I want you gasping,” Harry kissed at his neck. “And whining at my touch, in the way you’ve only let me touch you.” His hands moved down to Tom’s arms, and roughly gripped them to pull Tom closer. “I want to make you feel tempted, to send you into desperation for me. To make your desires overwhelming.”
Tom’s face moved into want. He tried to meet Harry’s face, but Harry leaned away, making Tom chase him for a kiss. Harry met his lips and kissed and bit at them.
“You are so beautiful. Show me with your mouth on my cock Tom. I know you have a talent for that.” Harry unzipped his jeans and threw them to the side. His pants soon joined them. Harry stood in front of Tom again, and traced along his face. His fingers dragged through his hair and scratched down the siren’s neck. Harry brought his cock to Tom’s lips, and was glad that Tom had allowed Harry to give directions. Tom didn’t want control, and Harry liked him powerless like this as well. It was a show of trust.
He smeared the tip of his cock on Tom’s lips and watched as Tom melted into it. “Open.”
Tom was instantly around Harry’s cock, tongue pressed against the head. Tom tightened his lips and began to suck as he bobbed.
“Oh you’re gorgeous, not quite gagging though I’ll say.”
Tom sat taller and took it in at another angle, opening his jaw to get Harry’s dick deeper. He did gag, and a tear came to his eye, but he continued on, wanting to please Harry, to lose himself in the touch of the man. It’d only be Harry, only he could do this to Tom. He gagged again, and he came up to spit onto Harry’s cock, then put it back into his mouth. He looked up to find Harry watching him through those filthy glasses. Harry scratched across Tom’s shoulders as he licked the underside of his cock. Harry was ferociously panting, and let loose a moan when Tom flicked his tongue over the tip and wetly kissed along the side.
“Tom, do you know what I would do to have you like this? To be yours and for you to be mine?” Harry spoke sweetly, “Tell me, Tom, what would I do?”
Tom looked up with tear tracks running down his cheeks and drool and cum on his chin. He licked his lips and answered. “Anything.”
“That’s right. Anything, Tom, and I get to have you to myself; magic, body, soul. Because you just don’t want to give it to anyone else, do you?”
“No, I’m yours. I want you.” Tom said, his voice hungry, his eyes flashed at Harry. He really could be tempted into using his sirensong if Harry made him keep speaking.
Harry smirked and took Tom’s bound hands to help him stand. Harry ran his hands over Tom’s chest and kissed the siren back into desperate hums. Harry kissed roughly into Tom’s neck and pulled at Tom’s hair.
“Tell me again,” Harry said, biting at Toms ear.
Tom moaned, “I’m yours.”
“Good boy, letting me show you my hunger without your influence. I need you to know what you do to me.” Harry brought one hand to squeeze Tom’s arse, and sucked at his neck once more. “Take off your trousers,” Harry demanded between kisses.
Tom fumbled over the button and pulled them down, whimpering as Harry’s finger found his hole and traced over it.
Harry sighed wantingly, his breath landing on Tom’s ear. “I will cherish your beautiful body. Your scales, your tail, your legs, your toes, don’t deny me.” His other hand pulled at Tom’s cheek, spreading his arse, Tom’s hands still bound in front, pressed against Harry’s warm chest. Harry’s finger drove into Tom’s arsehole, “My handsome prince, I want you all to myself, want to give you all the pleasure I can. Tell me, do you?” Another finger joined, scissoring Tom’s hole, making him whine, desperate.
“I do, I do, I want it, I want you,” Tom gasped. He whined with need when Harry’s fingers pulled back. Harry looked with pure gryffindor daring, pleasure found in making the siren cry.
“Tell me baby, tell me what you want from me,” Harry instructed.
“Put them back, go deeper. I–I want you to.” Tom began, mewling when he felt the charm Harry casted, lubricating his passage.
“You’re so desperate. Did you know you could want anything so much? All these months blaming your damn sirensong when it was just you and me meant to belong to each other. Meant to want and have, and oh I’ll have you.” Harry said, his fingers driving deeper up into Tom, leaning forward onto Harry, panting into his neck.
Harry moaned feeling the slickness drip, another finger tracing along Tom’s perineum, making Tom shudder, before it joined and twisted inside of him.
“I want to make you understand how badly I want you to be mine. No one else gets to see you like this. You need to know I’d only choose you, no one can compare– fuck Tom.” Harry cursed again at Tom’s moans.
“I’m going to be the one to make your goddamn eyes roll back in your head from my cock in you right where it belongs, yes?” Harry asked.
Tom groaned, Harry rough inside of him, and his fingernails biting into his skin. “Yes, Harry. God, yes.”
“Put your arms around me, and I don’t want to hear a sound. Do you need me to use magic to keep you quiet?” Harry offered, removing his fingers from inside Tom as he slung his hands over Harry’s head, cupping the back of his neck.
“No.” Tom said, his red eyes wide and cock needing more than the graze it was getting against Harry’s stomach. Harry’s eyes glinted with desire, lifting Tom up, pulling his legs to wrap around his waist. Tom gasped at the shock, Harry’s hand splayed over Tom’s lower back holding him up and close.
Harry held his tip to Tom’s hole, it was agonisingly hot. Harry placed his forehead against Tom’s and his voice was throaty when he spoke. “Are you sure you can stay quiet? No sirensong, no allure, not a sound. Just all of me wanting you as you are. Tom, tell me you understand, tell me what you need.”
“Oh fuck,” Tom said. “I–” Harry was beyond magic. He’d given Tom everything he wanted, before he even knew, he knew what Tom needed, and it was going to be incredible, it was going to be okay. “I do, I need you, but no magic, I just–” Tom gasped, as Harry read his mind, his hand gently pressing against Tom’s throat.
“Yeah?” Harry asked. Tom nodded, eyes happily glazed over. “Okay, kiss me baby.” Harry’s mouth took Tom’s, his tongue dipping in, his teeth taking Tom’s bottom lip. Harry brought his cock back to Tom’s entrance and thrusted up into him. He took his hand back to it’s place on Tom’s neck, putting a slight amount of pressure on it as a constant reminder. Tom went between short breaths and biting his tongue. Harry thrust his hips up, and led Tom to lean backwards a bit.
“Oh so good,” Harry told him. “You were made for me, and you know it. You came to my door, you let me hold you and take care of you.” Harry allowed himself to grunt as Tom grinded down on his cock.
“Tom, you are the most god damn beautiful creature on this Earth. I want nothing more than to give you everything you deserve. The prettiest jewels, the biggest books, the most amazing sex.” Harry looked wildly into Tom’s eyes. “Because you’re mine and I will make you the happiest I can.” He hissed in a breath.
Harry pulled his hips slowly backwards, fingernails biting into Tom’s back. “And we don’t need a sirensong to make that happen. That’s not what I want you for. I want you,” Harry breathes. “Because you chose me.” He thrust back into Tom with vigour and grunted low. His hand moved from Tom’s lower back to higher up, changing the angle, then he snapped to release Tom’s wrists from the bindings.
Tom immediately scratched and pulled at Harry’s arms, one hand then dropping to wrap around his cock. He swiped off the precome and held it out for Harry, who took it passionately into his mouth. His tongue reached all the way down Tom’s finger and sucked. He scraped Tom’s fingertip on the edge of his teeth, moaned as he took the finger in again. Harry changed pace, feeling Tom tighten around him. Tom’s other hand tapped at Harry’s shoulder, and Harry brought his hand from Tom’s throat to thread his fingers in Tom’s hair.
“Oh you’re so unbelievably perfect for me. You’re so beautiful, so quiet for me,” Harry complimented. “I’m going to make you come, and then you’ll swallow mine since I know you like the taste so much, yes?”
Tom’s eyes glowed, his hand cupped Harry’s face and he scratched at his neck in agreement. He struggled to keep quiet. There were hums that would have nothing to do with his sirensong, but Harry had wanted him quiet, and Tom could give Harry what he wanted. Harry held Tom up with a hand on his shoulder blade, and brought the other to his mouth. Tom gripped his legs tight around Harry ‘s waist and jerked when Harry’s spitridden hand wrapped around his cock. He pulled with as much pressure as he’d placed on Tom’s throat. His thumb glanced over the tip and Harry hummed in appreciation as Tom’s eyes rolled into the back of his head.
“You’re mine. So beautiful, I just need you to come Tom,” he said encouragingly. “Paint me, cover me and lick it off. Kiss it into my mouth, you gorgeous-” Harry’s mouth was open when Tom released, his hole twitching around Harry’s cock.
The seed hit his glasses, his lips, and plenty of his chest. He moaned in pleasure at the warmth and pumped into Tom a few more times before setting him down onto the couch. Both their legs weak, Harry sat next to Tom, and Tom turned and immediately began sucking at the come on Harry’s chest. He licked and sucked, leaving a trail of saliva behind. Tom’s hand however fell to Harry’s cock, large and pulsing. It made Harry whine, and Tom brought his mouth to suck at Harry’s nipple, teeth grazing to make it become hard. Tom sucked and nibbled his way up Harry’s neck and was quickly pulled into a kiss, as rough and deep as they both wanted it to be.
Harry pulled back, “Fuck, Tom.”
Tom kissed him once more, teeth pulling at his bottom lip. He sank to the floor and took Harry’s cock in his mouth. He swallowed it as far as he could, holding it there, almost at the back of his throat, before he gagged.
“Oh yes, baby,” Harry groaned and surged upwards, one hand gently on the back of Tom’s neck where he liked it. Tom choked, and pulled back, looked up at Harry’s bright eyes, and let the come and spit fall back to his dick. Tom moaned just once before taking it back into his mouth, bobbing and sucking before opening and taking Harry all the way in and hitting the back of his throat repetitively. Harry pulled appreciatively at Tom’s hair, and thrust up again into the back of his mouth. He let loose a strangled moan as he came into the siren’s throat.
Tom swallowed and licked what remained on Harry’s twitching cock. He let out a pleasured moan, and then a mewl as Harry lurched forward with an open mouth. He pulled Tom towards him by the back of the head. They made out, kisses getting softer even when Harry pulled Tom up onto the couch, legs draped across Harry’s lap. They sighed contentedly, and Harry traced his fingers lightly down Tom’s arm to grab his hand.
Harry kissed his knuckles and asked, “Do you understand now, that this won’t come between us? There’s nothing I want more than you.”
Tom pressed his lips together and ducked his head to Harry’s shoulder.
“Now here’s your siren scale,” Harry said, holding out a midnight blue scale, “It came off your back when you had your legs wrapped around me. So if you want to go again, I’ll be good in a few minutes, with or without the sirensong.” He smiled as Tom laughed into his neck, kissing beginning again.