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If only Tom could, he would never part from Harry's cunt. Of course, he loves Harry with all his being, but fuck does he not have the best pussy in the world.

"Tom..." Harry sighs. They were supposed to be studying, but of course, Tom's fingers just couldn't help fingering him. At first, he requested Harry to sit on his lap. And then, his palms magically appeared flat on his cunt as his trousers magically disappeared. Next, he was rubbing his folds to his clit. Harry's only response was to get wet. So he opens his legs a little wider, stretching his pussy open, making more room for Tom to explore.

Harry's heart began to spike, breathing was suddenly a hard task. He dropped his half finished workbook and grinded his hips to meet Tom's fingers. He groaned, leaning back at Tom.

This was a normal Saturday for them.

"Harry, please? I studied so late last night..." Harry doesn't understand the correlation but he knows what Tom wants from him. He rolls his eyes, feigning annoyance when he could feel his arousal rising just from the idea. Tom starts to kiss his neck.

"Please? Hmm? I want you so bad, please?" Tom begs.

"Please what?"

"Please let me taste you,"

"Are you sure just a taste?"

Tom groans. "Please let me eat your cunt,"

It gives great pleasure to Harry knowing he's the only person who gets to witness Tom like this. Tom, who always only demanded and had people tripping over their feet to please him. Tom, who was a bully in disguise, never stopped at anything to get what he wanted. Tom, heir of Slytherin, powerful wizard, Harry's lover.

Harry could come right there and then. Thankfully, he didn't.

Harry sighed one last time before pushing their notes and books out of the way. He climbed the table and before he could even lie down properly, Tom was already pulling his panties. When all was settled, Tom pulled his legs apart and admired the thing that is Harry's pussy, looking at it like it was his lost lover, like it was the best thing ever (Tom would argue that it is).

Harry, with all the years of dating Tom, couldn't even feel embarrassed anymore.

Tom traced the slit of Harry's pussy, spreading its lips to see it in full view. With his middle finger, he slightly inserted it in his hole, just to his first knuckle, and then took it out, a line of thin liquid coming along. Harry whimpers. "You're so wet, darling," He said before going straight down to it. He didn't just lick him, he tasted him. And he was delicious. He sucked Harry's seemingly never-ending supply of wetness and made that ungodly noise that made Harry a flustered mess. Harry tensed, his legs wanting to close but Tom's hands preventing it. Harry covered his face with his arms and breathed through his mouth. He could feel the pleasure down to his flesh, bones, and spirit. With nothing to latch on to, he grabbed a fistful of Tom's hair, pulling it up as if to say slow down but neither of them wanted to slow down. No one ever slowed down.

Tom was aggressive with it, as he usually is. He sucked on it like a starved man. He ate it like it was his last meal. No part of Harry's cunt did not feel the tongue of Tom Riddle. His tongue flicked his clit, and Harry flinched.

"Fuck, Tom! Mhm.. fuh..." Harry moaned and moaned and moaned. His legs began to shake.

Again, a normal Saturday for them.

Harry comes without a warning, making a squirting mess out of Tom's handsome face. Tom licks it all up, of course. When he's done, he looks up at Harry with his stupid big grin. "Thank you, darling." He said. Harry giggles.

With his legs shaken, Harry let Tom pull him up. Now sitting on the table, Harry grabbed some tissues and wiped Tom's face then kissed him afterward. Tom, who was between Harry's legs, enveloped his arms around Harry's middle, pulling him closer. They kissed like they were devouring each other. Open-mouthed, tongues everywhere. They could feel their magic brimming, their souls aligning, sparkling. Tom's hands started traveling, getting in Harry's uniform, and working their way up to his nipples. Harry smiles, feeling ticklish.

"I got something," Tom said, not breaking the kiss.

"Hmm?"

"But you have to promise to hear me out before getting angry,"

Harry pushed him away, their kiss ending audibly. He glares.

"What." All Harry heard was that he was guaranteed to be angry.

---

"What the hell am I looking at right now," Harry said before looking up at a smirking Tom.

"I was thinking since I'll be gone for a week, this would benefit us both," Tom explained, gesturing to the item on the table. Harry frowned.

"What are you implying? What, without this, you're gonna screw somebody else?" Harry said accusingly. Now it's Tom's turn to frown. In case you're wondering, what is placed on an otherwise clean table is a Fleshlight.

A fucking fleshlight.

With a black handle and everything. Harry scanned it with his eyes, and at the end of it was placed what was supposed to be a vagina. It was pink and very obviously plastic-looking.

And no, Harry has no issues with Tom using a sex toy. He knows how high his sex drive is. And he knew Tom would never cheat on him, they did a ritual (that had them exchange souls and shit, Tom insisted) and everything. They were for life now, no turning back. They might as well have done a marriage bond. What they have is stronger than a marriage bond.

"Do whatever you want, use whatever you want, I don't care. If you need my consent, you have it. Now get it out of my sight before I curse it," Harry said before slumping on the couch. Tom hurriedly joined Harry, shaking his head.

"Darling, no. I would never use another cunt if it isn't yours, alive or not," Tom said, looking straight at Harry.

Harry furrowed his eyebrows. "Then what do you want?"

Tom smiled.

Harry, realizing, began shaking his head. Tom mentioned this before. "Absolutely not! How is that possible? No!"

"But!"

"No! You'd be out of control, I know it!"

"Baby-"

"You really can't be apart from my cunt for a week-?"

"Baby! You have to understand, it's my love language!"

"Fuck your love language, you absolute bastard! get out of my face right now before I hit--"

It was an eventful day.

--

It was five in the morning when Harry felt it. Fingers in and out, almost like memorizing what it's like. It was the day of Tom's departure and Harry spent the night cockwarming Tom in his bed as compensation for not agreeing to be essentially a fuck toy.

Harry, used to Tom's abuse of his cunt, didn't really make a move and just went back to sleep. Tom might as well have his fill before leaving. He didn't move when he felt Tom's fingers measuring his pussy, didn't move when he felt him licking it and hearing a spit, didn't move when he felt his penis entering him, fucking him, and then cumming inside him. Didn't move when he inserted a foreign object inside him, preventing his cum from leaking out.

--

It was eight in the morning when Harry woke up. Tom was already gone. When he moved his tired legs, that's when he felt the thing that was inside him.

"Bastard..." Harry whispered before pulling it out. It was like a dildo but not. It was long and had these inconsistent bumps that didn't make sense to Harry. Just where does Tom buy these ridiculous things?

Harry stood up, albeit slowly, and made a run to the bathroom before Tom's trailing cum on his leg reached the floor.

Finally, for one week, he's going to get a break from Tom's hands, tongue, and cock. For one week, his vagina will get a well-deserved rest.

Or so he thought.

--

Snape was in the middle of teaching when he felt it. Harry let out a gasp, catching everyone's attention in class. Snape turned to look at him with a sigh. "Potter, what could you possibly be so shocked about?" He asked, annoyed.

"N-Nothing! I'm sorry," Harry apologized immediately.

"Next time you disturb me, It's a point," Snape said before returning to his lesson.

"You alright, mate?" Ron asked him.

"Yes, I'm f-fi...ne," Harry felt it again. The feeling of a tongue licking his cunt! But he's in class! And no one was licking his cunt! He attempted to look underneath his chair, and as expected, there was nothing there!

Harry took a deep breath in an attempt to calm his heart which was beating too fast. His face started going warm, embarrassment and anxiousness flooding his system.

Tom. You fucking...

And then his fear happened. Harry clutched his quill, his other hand letting go of the table to cover his mouth. He started fucking shaking, from the waist down to his legs as his cunt get aggressively eaten. As if it couldn't get worse, his cock started swelling.

Merlin fuck! Tom, Tom, Tom, you lunatic!

Beads of sweat started running down his face. His whole body was warm. Harry was going to die of nervousness. Tom's (he's so fucking dead) tongue flicked his sweet spot, making Harry flinch violently, thankfully no one noticed. He started feeling his pussy getting lapped on and all he could do is curl his toes uncontrollably and pray for all of it to stop.

But it didn't, of course, it didn't. Instead, he felt fingers prying his pussy lips open.

Can they hear? Can they hear? Can they hear indeed, because Harry swore he could feel the squelching sound. Embarrassment consumed him.

He felt his eyes starting to sting. He was clenching his teeth so hard he thought he would break them, all to stop from moaning. He put his head down on the table, using his arms as a shield to cover his face. There, he started breathing hard, saliva dripping out.

Tom started fucking him with his fingers. Merlin, why is he so relentless? He knows I'm in class right now. He knows. He knows. He knows. The thought made him wetter, harder.

And why is this bloody magic so... so... real?

Tom started eating him out again while simultaneously fingering him. He's really out to torture Harry.
"Mate, hey. Are you really alright?" Ron asked again, patting Harry on the shoulder. Harry nodded, still faced down, and did a thumbs up.

At the end of the class, he was a mess. A flinching mess. He was utterly overstimulated and couldn't even form a single thought. He has come at least three times, one time almost pissing himself. Now, he was left alone in the room, Ron and Hermione were hesitant to leave him but did as he wished. He cried. Tears started trailing down his face as he freed his swollen cock and started masturbating.

He thought about Tom and the multiple ways he was going to kill him, right after fucking the shit out of him because

Damn

Never has Harry felt so turned on.

When he stood up, a pool of questionable white liquid stained the chair. His panties were soaked, and his pussy thoroughly used.

So for the rest of the day, he endured getting licked at the most random times and in the most random places. Like what he suspects every day will be for the next few days.

--

On the second day, Tom, who was miles away, fucked Harry in the shower right after having him cockwarm him all night. The moment Harry lay down on his bed, immediately he started getting penetrated. Harry cried, thinking he was going to get fucked, and then it just stayed there, not moving, so Harry slept feeling full.

The next morning, as he was showering in the shared Gryffindor shower, he felt a hard and blunt object entering him. Immediately he casted the strongest silencing spell he knows on himself. He placed his hands on the wall, supporting himself because Tom wasn't there physically. Nevertheless, he fucked him with the same intensity, maybe more.

He was like a piston. Maybe because the fleshlight was easier to slide in, forgetting the fact that it's still a very much real pussy, Harry's pussy, but he went at it like a maniac.

Harry shakingly glanced around. He could hear people showering. He could hear them laughing and joking around. He could hear the person next to his stall humming. He could hear lockers opening and closing. He was hyper aware of it all!

The shower room only had dividers for each cubicle, no doors. Fortunately, Harry took the precaution of showering in the farthest back even though the water there was slightly cold. Still, he was scared someone might peek and see his pussy getting entered by an invisible cock.

Harry tried to endure as much as he could, but he was already shaking so badly! Forget standing up, Harry fell to a squatting position where his toes were the only ones holding him up. Hands still on the wall, he spread his bent knees apart slightly. He couldn't help it.

"Ah- ...a-ah...."

Harry felt the warm tears trailing down his face. He was screaming although no one could hear. All he could do was sob and squirm and let his eyes fall back from all the pleasure he was getting. Tom was fucking relentless. Until finally, they both came, and Harry's whole body tensed. He watched and felt the cum drip out of his cunt and mix with the water from the shower.

Without a second to breathe, Tom started moving again. Harry sobs. He tried to stand up, holding onto the shower bar as he covered his mouth with his hand. He was paranoid someone would hear him even after the silencing spell. He doesn't think he can hold onto the spell anymore.

Harry let out a shaky scream and hoped that the people that managed to hear it didn't think much of it.

It went on like that for a while. Before the last group of Gryffindor left, one of them looked back and wondered who was the person in the farthest stall. He took notice of it never turning off the whole time he was there. Did someone leave it open? With that line of thought, he started approaching. He shook his head. It must be those goddamn first years-- it turned off. He stopped. So a person was there. He turned around immediately as his peers started calling his name and they all left.

After hearing the loud closing of the door, Harry released a sigh of relief. The silencing spell already gone. He fell on the wet tiles, his back against the wall, and his legs spread apart.

"Fuck! I-I can't! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! TomAh!"

Tom never lost his momentum. He was as cruel as he first started fucking him in the shower.

The state Harry was in, it was a mess. He was leaning on the wall, back arched like a whore, tongue out like a bitch, mouth moaning and gasping for air, legs spread wide open, and his pussy mercilessly fucked.

He watched it all unfold. Him getting relentlessly fucked like he wasn't a human being with feelings. How he got fucked he couldn't even stand up how he got fucked he was crying because it was too much. All he could do was scream.

"Stop! Tom, f-fuck you! Ah! Ah! Ah! Fuck! Slow down!"

Harry tried to shower the best he could. When he was washing his body and hair, he was getting fucked. When he was rinsing, he was getting fucked. When he was brushing his teeth, he was still getting fucked. Tom came inside him five times, four times he saw how he got filled and how it gushed out his cunt, one time he groaned out of frustration because he just dried himself.

Fucking in the morning was barely anything new to them, but this was the first time it happened this much. Harry was right, he would be out of control!

When it was over, Harry was leaning on his locker buck naked. His legs couldn't stop shaking. Tom came inside him a total of eight times, he could feel the cum leaking out. Harry doesn't have the strength to even put on his uniform, and he still needs to clean this out.

Harry was late that day.

--

The third day was quidditch practice day. Harry was anxious because he didn't know when Tom would strike. He can't get fucked while on a broom. Tom knows this and leaves him alone. Instead, he kissed his pussy good luck.

--

On the fourth day, Tom seems to be busy. Harry didn't feel a thing all morning and afternoon, besides the nightly routine of cockwarming.

That night, Harry decided to study in his room. He could have joined Hermione in the library but he didn't want to risk getting fucked in the presence of others, so he decided to study on his own. He was in the middle of working on a potions worksheet when he felt the familiar feeling of Tom's fingers playing with his cunt.

Harry smiled. It's like he's here.

Harry wouldn't say he missed him, not after what he's putting him through, be he did. He missed Tom being beside him. He missed sitting on his lap and him quietly playing with his cunt (they still manage to get everything done). Harry felt his heart throb, but the feeling of Tom using his pussy like some kind of fidget toy was a pleasant distraction.

It seemed like Tom was working on something too because it was three in the morning when Harry woke up to the feeling of Tom entering him.

--

Fourth day, Harry woke up to a pool of cum leaking out his cunt. He was sore as ever. He slid his panties (he then decided to not wear them anymore when he was going to sleep. It just keeps getting soaked) away and touches his pussy, massaging it and opening it only for more cum to leak out. He massaged his folds, in an attempt to soothe them.

Harry sighed. He reached up to the bedside table and drank some healing potion to replenish his lost energy. Harry had enough. If Tom was going to use him like a fuck toy, he should at least be responsible.

Harry, with all his might, went to his table that had all his papers from the night before. He sat on his chair and started writing the meanest, most nastiest (not the good kind), and cussed Tom out to oblivion. When Harry was done, it accumulated into three pages, back to back. It contained all of Harry's frustration and anger, but at the end of the letter, he didn't forget to remind him to take care and to not sleep so late.

It was afternoon when Harry got a response from Tom. They were gathered in the great hall, lounging, when Hedwig surprised him with a letter. Harry quickly snatched it before Ron could start to be funny and steal it. He still got teased, though.

"We all know who's that from," Ron teased, then everyone at the table started laughing. "Could only imagine what it says." He added, fake shivering. Harry rolled his eyes at him. Harry didn't feel comfortable reading the letter in public, Merlin knew what it could contain. So he stuffed it in his robes and decided to read it when he was alone.

When the day ended and Harry was in the comfort of his own room, he immediately took off his shoes and loosened his tie. He jumped on his bed and then took out Tom's letter.

Dear Darling,

I apologize deeply for the discomfort I have been causing you. You know how utterly addicted and obsessed I am with you, and it only intensified now that I am miles away from you. You have no idea how bad I have been missing you, how bad I want to see you, and how bad I want to hold you. I must admit, this separation was harder than I anticipated, even after all the holidays we needed to stay apart. Maybe it's because the distance is longer. I got used to seeing your beautiful face every day that I took it for granted; a mistake I will never do again.

I miss your voice the most. I miss your laugh and I miss how you speak. I have been hearing you all the time, subconsciously, because I know what you would say and I know how you would say it. That alone, is it not proof of how mad I am about you?

I hear your frustration well and clear. Again, I apologize sincerely, my love. It was never my intention to cause you any discomfort, and I agree I was selfish with my decision. I only did it because of how much I love you. Do not worry, I will be responsible, just as you requested. It's just that your pussy is always at the back of my mind, a comforting thought that even with miles of distance, you are still with me and I with you. I always think about how tight and warm you are. How delicious you taste and how glorious it is to see. I am addicted. Addicted to the thought. I guess souls were not enough (I am jesting! I love you).

I will be washing you down there from now on, something I should have done in the first place. I apologize. I will also be putting some ointment to heal the skin every night, do not worry about it, my dear. I will care for you. And do not fret! I will still leave my spend in you, I know how much you like it.

How about you? Have you been faring well? I am anxious with the thought of you needing me and I am not there. I know how independent you are, my love, but you will tell me if anything happens, will you? Do not worry about me, I have been taking care of myself very well. I only slept that late because my research needed me to stay up. I will limit it as much as possible, for your peace of mind.

Again, I miss you and I love you.

With so much love,
Tom

Harry let go of the letter and screamed in a pillow. He was both embarrassed and relieved. Tom really had a way of words, especially on paper. If he didn't know any better, he would think he's really sorry! But he knows Tom. He knows he's probably hard and leaking just from knowing the struggle he's been placing upon Harry! That sadist!

Still, Harry couldn't stop smiling.

True to his words, before Harry headed to sleep, he felt a cool liquid getting smeared all over his cunt. It had some kind of cooling effect that Harry really liked. Then when that's done and the ointment has dried up, that's when Tom entered him. Before he knew it, Harry was fast asleep.

--

The fifth day, Harry remembered what an asshole his boyfriend is.

Harry didn't have any morning classes that day so he decided to sleep in. When he woke up, he noticed two things. One, he slept well. Like, really well. He was refreshed and energized. Crazy how a letter from Tom and sleeping late could do. Second, his vagina getting penetrated very gently by his boyfriend's cock.

The blunt tip of Tom's dick kept poking him where he really likes and was grazing his walls really good. Harry let out a small moan, welcoming the pleasurable feeling of gentleness instead of getting mindlessly fucked like an animal.

This was probably Tom's way of saying good morning.

Harry was enjoying his morning treat when he heard a knock. "Harry? Are you awake? I need something," it was Hermione. Immediately, Harry scattered to fix the blanket he was under to cover his lower half properly. When he was sure he was okay, he unclenched his pussy, something he didn't even know he was doing. Tom, the little shit, seems to pick up what was happening, and started fucking Harry harder than before.

"Uh-ah! S-Shit! Shit! Tom!" Harry gasps.

"Harry? Is that you?" Harry slaps his hand to his mouth. "Harry! I know you're awake! I really need the book!"

"W-What book, Hermione!"

"The one Tom borrowed from the library! He didn't return it!"

Cue Tom fucking him like a piston.

Harry, tensed all over, arched his back and couldn't even move. His eyes started to water, and he couldn't stop moaning. "auh..yes...yes...mmuhfuuck..."

"I'm going in! Make sure you're decent, alright?" Hermione barged in the room with an annoyed look on her face. She looked at Harry and raised a brow. "Harry James Potter, what are you still doing in bed?"

Harry, with all the strength that he has, managed to stop his eyes from rolling back. He wanted to die, but instead, he rolled to his side and clutched his pillow to his chest, covering his face but his eyes. He was trying to hide his mouth that had its tongue out, gasping for air.

For some reason, the change of his position was harder for him. The pleasure increased. He felt like crying. He came.

He groaned.

"Don't mind me, I'm just going to go search for it here. just in case, you know? He might've brought it here. If not, then I guess I'll have to wait for him to get back," Hermione started mumbling while going around his room looking for that blasted book.

"I-I'll look..." gasp "...for it. If it's n-not here,"

Hermione turned to look at him. "In his room?"

"Y-Yeah,"

"Great! I guess I'll just finish looking around here for a moment..." and Hermione did. Unknown to her, Harry was being violently fucked in his bed. He's being filled with cum to the brim, and Harry could feel it leak down his ass. He started moving his hips, his tip grazing the soft pillows that brought him to the edge.

"Your room has a weird smell, by the way. I'm going to open the window for you," She muttered and did what she said. Harry was embarrassed to his core.

In his mind, he was screaming for Hermione to leave.

"Actually Harry... There's something I want to talk to you about,"

Fuck!

"Wha-What is it?" flinch

"It's about Ron. Has he told you anything?"

"No,"

"Anything like... A girl?"

"N-No," shiver

Hermione pondered for a moment.

"It's just... He and Lavender Brown has been awfully close lately, I saw them together earlier and--,"

"Who?"

"Lavender Brown-- Are you alright? You seem kind of pale," Hermione pointed out before walking towards him. Harry stopped breathing.

Hermione got to her knees beside Harry's bed. She placed her hand on his forehead and Harry wished she wouldn't notice him weirdly tensed. "You don't seem to have a fever, actually, you're kind of cold. Or is it just your sweat? Why are you sweating so much? Get out of the blanket,"

She's going to know. She's going to know. She's going to know!

I'm going to cum.

When Hermione attempted to tug his blanket away, Harry stopped her by holding onto it tightly. Hermione looked at him confused.

"I-I'm fine! I swear I'm f-fine. Just a little... under the weather. I'm... uhh... sweating it out. You... you know? To-Toxins," Harry said then smiled sheepishly.

"I guess that makes sense..." Hermione said, still looking at him like she wasn't convinced. Thankfully, she let it go. "Do you need a healing potion? Oh, you already drank one." She must have seen the bottle Harry left yesterday.

Harry has been trying his best not to come, and if Hermione doesn't go away soon, she's going to witness a very bizarre sight. Tom knows how to obliviate, right? Harry felt embarrassed all over.

"I'll talk to you later then, when you're all better. Sorry to disturb you," she said and stood up. "I'll go now. Tell me if you need help or anything," She added.

Harry relaxed when he saw her out the door. But before she closed it, she peeked her head again, "Oh! And don't worry about the book, just rest, okay?" She said finally before closing it.

Immediately, Harry threw the blanket and his panties away and spread his legs apart, spreading along his cunt.

"Fuck! Fuck! Ah, ah, ah, aah, yes, more, more, more,"

Tears started trailing down his temple, he wished he could kiss Tom right now. What he would give to have his tongue shoved in his throat.

"Harder, fuck, harder! Tom, yes, fuck!"

And then he came. It was a glorious sight, Tom should have seen. Harry was left gasping, soft moans coming out of his mouth. His eyes were totally out of it.

It didn't take awhile before Tom started moving again. Harry turned around and lied on his stomach. He raised his ass while burying his face in the pillows. Just like that, Harry spent the whole afternoon getting fucked by Tom.

--

On the sixth day afternoon, after all his classes, Harry happily locked himself in his room. His excuse being he was under the weather. People suspect it's because he misses Tom. They were half right, because he did miss him. He missed his warmth, his hair, his smile, his cock in his throat, his tongue around his nipples, his face under his cunt, how he carried him effortlessly, how he threw him around, how he begged, and whined, and annoyed him... Harry could go on for days.

Right now though, Harry is reading a book. Quidditch through the Ages. He was sitting on his favorite chair, both legs raised and resting on both sides of the chair's arms. He was naked from the waist down. His legs were apart and his pussy was opened for anyone to see if there was someone. He flipped a page, and as he did so, Tom changed from lapping on his cunt to inserting his cock. Harry paused for a second and gripped his book. He closed his eyes and almost bit his tongue. When it was all inside, he glanced at his cunt and wasn't surprised to see it gaping.

When Tom started moving, he saw how his pussy was dragged along. It was almost amazing to see, if not a little weird. Harry relished the feeling and sighed, leaning his head back for a moment before returning to reading his book.

For a few moments, Harry spent it like that. Quietly reading a book while gently getting fucked on the chair. It didn't take long for Tom to pick up some speed. At one point, Harry has dropped his book to the ground and held on to the top rail of his chair.

"Ugmhm... ah! ah! ah! yee-es..."

Every hit was, well, a hit. Tom got Harry's eyes rolling back and saliva dripping out of his mouth. He lifted his shirt, too impatient to unbutton his buttons, and started playing with his nipples. He did it the way Tom would. Pinching, twisting... it got him on edge.

Harry came with a broken scream and Tom filled him up. Harry, the squirter that he is, made a mess everywhere. When the high was over, Harry raised his head instinctively then froze when he realized Tom wasn't there to kiss him. His heart throbbed, his chest heavy all of a sudden. He bit his lips, trying to stop himself from crying.

He misses Tom.

--

Night time came, and as if he's a treat, Harry was being licked and sucked while sitting down on the floor in the Gryffindor common room. Harry just got used to it at one point. He was used to the feeling of being licked and fingered on. Used to his cunt always stimulated. Used to his pussy always wet. He got fingered as he was walking down the corridor. He got lapped on as he was eating lunch. He got fucked while studying in the library. Basically, he was walking on edge for the past few days.

Sometimes he would feel random swipes of his tongue. Like an afterthought. A little treat before he does something. Sometimes he was aggressive, like being frustrated about something and pouring it all on Harry. Mostly it was during shower times or in the morning or before he sleeps. One thing was consistent though, he always uses Harry to cockwarm him at night and Harry would sometimes wake up with his cunt filled with cum that accumulated overnight.

Right now though, he was in the common room along with his peers. They have noticed Harry being distant, so before they start asking questions he can never answer, he decides to risk the night and hang out with his friends.

They were gathered in the common area around a small table, some on the couch while some on the floor like Harry. All have something on their hands whether it be food or books. Some were playing board games while others were just simply talking. It was a peaceful night in the Gryffindor tower.

And right on cue, he felt his pussy getting wet. Either Tom was spitting on him again or some other liquid. Anyway, he crossed his legs immediately and snatched Ron's pillow to cover his lap.

"Hey!" Harry ignored him.

Thank Merlin Tom was gentle tonight. He suspects he's using his cunt again as he's doing something because the licks were inconsistent and distracted. Harry could settle for that. It doesn't mean Harry wouldn't stutter and flinch occasionally though.

"You've been twitchy lately," Harry heard Ron say. He turned to look at him.

"What?"

"Like nervous and edgy, is something up?"

"No, not really," Harry answered, feeling the start of his nervousness build up.

"I was joking when I said you were experiencing withdrawal symptoms because you're away from Tom, okay?" Ron said. "...That's not the case though, right?"

"Stop being an idiot, Ron. Of course not," Harry glared at him.

"Then what's up?"

Tom started trailing his finger around his labia and clit.

"I, Uh, I said nothing,"

"No, there's clearly something,"

Harry was flustered.

He needs to make something up immediately.

"It's not something I can tell you," flinch

"What! Who else can you tell it to if not me?"

"I'm alright, okay? Now stop bugging me,"

"It involves Tom, right?"

Tom started circling his clit with his finger.

"Y-Yes,"

"I told you he's a prick, Harry, but did you listen?" Ron crossed his arm.

"He hasn't done anything, okay?" lies. "I told you it's not something I can tell,"

Harry was so wet. He wants to get fucked.

"I ne-need to go to the bathroom," Harry said, then ran to the common bathroom. When he gets there, he quickly locks it. Before his knees gave up on him, he walked towards the sink and splashed his face with water, an attempt to cool himself down.

He unzips his pants and peeks. His panties were soaked, and his pussy just kept on getting wet. He shakingly breathed and flinched when he felt Tom's tongue inside him.

"A-Ah..." He moans.

He hears a knock. "Harry!" Ron.

"Y-Yeah?"

"Someone brought booze! Let's go!"

"Just a second!"

"You alright?"

"For the love of- yes!"

"He's definitely taking a shit..." Harry hears, although not quite. He decided to hex Ron later.

And then, all of a sudden, Tom stops. Confused, Harry pasued for a while and waited. When nothing came, he grabbed some tissues and wiped his cunt to lessen the wetness. He noticed his cock a bit stiff, but it wasn't that noticeable under his robe.

When he is ready, or at least he thinks he is, he leaves the bathroom. Immediately, after he sat down beside Ron on the sofa, he was handed a glass of alcohol. Harry doesn't ask what it is and just straight up drinks it.

"Woah there," Someone says.

Harry responded with a grimace and a groan. After someone takes the glass, he leans back and rests his head on Ron's shoulder, closing his eyes. He sighs.

"So, you and Brown, huh?" Harry asked. He felt Ron stiffen.

Ron chuckles nervously. "You know what's brown though? Your shit-!" Harry smacked him.

He and Ron kept on bantering for a while and just drank whatever was handed to them. They were content on their own little corner having a half-serious half-assed conversation. Harry was a little tipsy by then, and he was laughing at whatever stupid story Ron was telling when he felt it. He paused. Something is in his vagina. Something small and round. It was all so fast, he would have missed it if he was out of it.

What is this now?

"Harry!" Ron snapped Harry out of his little moment. Ron looked behind him, trying to see what he thought Harry saw.

Harry forced a laugh. "Sorry, I was messing with you,"

Ron grimaced. "As I was saying, I didn't know he was there and I--" Ron continued his story and Harry tried his best to focus. Harry, sharing the same brain cells with Ron, quickly gets absorbed. It didn't take a while before they were laughing again and they couldn't breathe.

They were in the middle of hitting each while laughing when the small object inside Harry started moving. started vibrating. Harry stops immediately. All of a sudden, nothing was funny anymore. His whole body tensed, it was a sensation he never felt before. He crossed his legs and buried his face on the pillow he was hitting Ron with just a minute ago. He felt his whole body vibrate with the object, and he doesn't know if he likes it or not.

He failed to realize how deep it really was inside him and now it's hitting every freaking nerve. He tried his best to not moan.

Ron stopped hitting Harry with a pillow when he saw him shaking. At first, he thought he was just laughing, but then, Harry never raised his head again.

"Mate?"

He shakes him.

"Hey?"

Harry felt his face warm. He absolutely can not stand up and make a run for it, not with this thing inside him. So he just kind of froze, unsure what to do. He's not even thinking. All he could do was feel and feel and cry. He choked.

"Harry?" Ron pushed him, and he fell, laying on the sofa. Ron sees the tears.

"What...? Harry, what's going on?" He immediately smothers him. Harry just buries his face.

"What happened?" Harry could hear the others.

"Hey, let's get you somewhere, yeah?" Ron said worriedly. Harry nods immediately.

Ron stood up and pulled Harry by the arm. With what's left of his strength, he tried to stand up. Ron quickly clings. He could still hear other people's voices, asking why he was acting like that when he was just laughing a minute ago, but he just dozed out. The vibrating thing inside him was all he could understand. He knows being eaten, sucked, and fucked, it was all intense. But this, this was new. an unfamiliar area.

He doesn't know how to act.

As they were walking away, he felt it intensified. He quickly falls down. Ron catches him. "Bloody hell..." Ron exclaims. At one point, Harry was fucking hearing the thing buzzing.

When they get in Harry's room, Ron helps Harry to his bed first before closing the door. When he returned to Harry's side, he seemed way worse than before. Harry kept flinching. The intensity of the thing inside him kept changing from high to low, repeatedly. It might as well be fucking him.

"Harry, what's going on?!" Ron panics. He tried pulling Harry to lie upfront, but his whole body was too tense. He tried to scan for any magic, a hex of some sort, but never felt anything. This got to be a curse. Someone must have cursed him! But he didn't notice anyone casting? The drink. It got to be the drink! He needs to call someone! Hermione--no. Dumbledore!

"Just stay right there! I'll-I'll call Dumbledore--" Harry stops him immediately by grabbing him by the wrist. Absolutely not.

"No!"

"What?!"

"I said, no!"

"Then what do you reckon I should do?!"

"Just don't!"

"Just wait here! I'll go get someone!"

Harry's grip on Ron tightened.

"NO!"

"I don't understand-?"

"What is going on?"

Ron stops. He looked behind and to his surprise, he saw Tom by the door, standing in all of his glory with a face of confusion. Tom glanced at Harry, and then back to Ron again. He looked like he went straight to Harry's after getting off the train. He drops his luggage and approaches them hastily.

Ron started explaining. "I-I don't know. One moment he was fine and then this!" Ron said, gesturing at Harry. Ron almost looks at Tom with relief. "Stay with him, I'll go call someone very quickly." he says, already walking away.

"No, stop," Tom said. "I know what's happening, this happened before. I know what to do."

"What do you mean?"

"You need to give Harry some space. Don't worry, I got him. I won't let anything happen to him. For now, you need to leave," Tom said calmly although his face was visibly worried. Still, Ron was unconvinced.

"What are you--what do you mean-?" Ron turned to look at Harry. They make eye contact. Harry nods.

With a defeated sigh, he decided to do what he's told. He doesn't know what is happening, but his guts tells him Tom has something to do with it. "You..." He points and glares, but has nothing to say. He hesitantly leaves. He gives one last look to the both of them before closing the door.

The moment Ron closed the door, the worried face Tom had been projecting was instantly gone. He looked at Harry. "Are sure he's just a friend, dear?"

Harry glares at him.

Tom approaches Harry. The moment his face was near enough, Harry went for a swing. "Ow!" Tom stumbles, holding his face. "Darling!"

"Take it off!" Harry shouted.

"Yes, yes. Alright," Tom obliges. He takes the fleshlight from his luggage and shows it to Harry. It looked the same as before except the vagina. Before, it looked very obviously fake, but now, it looked way too real. An exact copy of Harry's vagina. Then there it was. A pink wire coming out of its (his) hole with a rectangular remote connected.

"Do you see this dear? It's 100 percent muggle," Tom said, holding the thing. He brings it to his face and licks the clit. Harry closes his eyes, the sensation shocking him.

"S-Stop..."

"Stop? But you're having too much fun!"

"T-Tom!" Harry cries.

"Aw, baby," Tom drops the fleshlight on the bed. but doesn't turn it off. He gets on top of Harry and straddles his waist. Harry was crying. Tom frowns. He grabs his wrists and pins them above his head. "Oh, darling..."

Tom lowers his head and buries it on Harry's neck, breathing him in. "How I miss you so..." he whispers. He then started kissing his neck, up to his ear, and all over his face. "Breathe, my soul," he instructs him, and Harry does so.

"K-Kiss..." Harry said, another wave of tears pooling in his eyes. Tom smiles softly.

"Of course," Tom leans down again, but this time, he kissed Harry on the mouth. Harry accepted it eagerly, his mouth already opened for Tom to devour. They kissed quite aggressively, like they're out to hurt each other. It was tinged with hidden sadness and pent up frustration. They were missing each other so much, but they are together now. And they seemed to realize that. Their tongues calmed and the kiss became delicate, synchronizing instead of assaulting. They smiled as they felt their magic brimming with contentment, their souls aligning once more. They physically felt the weights in their hearts getting lifted.

"Harry... my Harry... my soul, my life," Tom mutters whilst peppering Harry's face with kisses.

"Tom... I'm going t-to cum..." Harry said shakingly. Tom, as if suddenly forgetting, remembers about the vibrator. He quicly grabs it and instead of just turning it off, he yanks it out, making Harry flinch.

"Tom!" Harry scolds. But finally, his body was able to relax.

"I apologize," Tom said with a chuckle. He quickly got to to work. He started undoing Harry's trousers, and then yanked it off. He lifted Harry's shirt then fondled his chest. Harry tensed, crossing his legs.

"Visual treat as always, my love," Tom mutters before giving Harry another kiss. Tom separated his legs and saw the state of Harry's soaked panties making his cock harden as if it wasn't already hard. He takes it off with anticipation. It was christmas and Harry's his gift. When he finally saw Harry's cunt, he felt his mouth water.

Tom didn't waste another second. He gave it a kiss before lining his cock in Harry's wet pussy. He inserted it in one go, Harry let's out a gasp, then Tom started fucking him.

Finally home. Tom thought.

"Ah! To-Tom, Slow down! I'm going to c-cum!" Harry's screams fell on deaf ears. Tom didn't slow down, instead, he leaned back, pulling Harry with him by the waist, and started fucking him harder.

"A-ah! F-Fuhck!"

Tom closes his eyes, raising his head. He focused on the pleasure of Harry's tight hole enclosing his dick. "Ah..." followed with a groan.

"Slo-Slow down! Tom-" Harry came without a warning, but even then, Tom didn't stop. He didn't even slow down. His cock went in and out relentlessly. Harry could only scream.

Tom pulled out and came all over Harry's stomach. He pumps his dick, more cum coming out. Tom smirks, admiring his artwork. Harry was fucking ruined. chest was heaving, legs shaking, eyes totally gone. He leans down again and gave Harry a kiss. Harry immediately clings around Tom's shoulder, deepening the kiss. Tom's hand traveled and landed expectedly on Harry's pussy, fingering him. Harry moans in the kiss, beginning to get wet already.

They kissed and kissed, drinking each other's saliva, all while Tom's fingers are inside Harry, playing with it. Finally, Tom dislodges himself completely and lied down besides Harry, spooning him. They were both panting.

"Why are you early?" Harry asks as Tom starts inserting his cock again inside of Harry.

Tom grins. "Surprise..."

Harry rolled his eyes.

"Well? Was your research a success?"

Tom paused for a moment. "It's not quite done, but I've gathered all that I need. As soon as I was finished, I was out of there," Tom explained, chuckling a bit. Harry turned his head to kiss him. Tom accepts it eagerly as he starts to move.

"Mmmstop. Stop..." Harry said, pulling away from Tom. Tom frowns as he feels the coldness of the room around his dick. Without saying anything, Harry gets above him then crawled until his pussy was directly above Tom's face.

Tom was mesmerized while staring up at Harry's gaping hole. He licks his lips.

Yes. Was all Tom could think.

Harry, with his hands on the headboard, starts to lower himself on Tom's face. He moaned as he felt Tom's erect tongue in his entrance, but didn't stop until it was fully inside. He winced when Tom latched on his thighs, gripping it tightly.

And just like that, they spent the entire night fucking.