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~Chocolate~

A/N: Pretty self-explanatory for the chapter here. Guess what it could possibly be, lol. Also, this still takes place in the second book, the Chamber of Secrets © J.K. Rowling.

If their first kisses had made Harry love sick… This had made him love violently ill.

After making up some excuse about the bites and making Ron swear not to tell anyone, Harry kind of drifted from class to class not quite aware of what was going on. His mind kept slipping back to the moment of climax and... And...

"Hey, Potter!" A familiar drawling voice brought him back to himself.

Harry had been floating to his next class when Draco Malfoy had caught up with him. He was out of breath; apparently he had been trying to antagonize Harry more than a few steps back and had only just gotten his attention.

"What is it Malfoy, I’m trying to get to class." Harry said, a little agitated for being jilted from his day dream for this bullshit.

"I just wanted..." He was catching his breath still "Just wanted to tell you that I bet Goyle that you'd walk past your classroom at least twice before realizing you'd missed it today. And guess who won? You should walk around like you’ve been hit over the head more often; I'll have more galleons than I can swim in by the month."

Then there was some sort of insult about his parentage or something---Harry wasn’t really paying attention again. "Oh... Okay thanks Malfoy I have to go..." He said vaguely walking away from the pale boy mid insult.

Oh Riddle was so bored. He wished he could've hurried along their 'relationship' but there was nothing he could exactly do. It was extremely tempting to materialize during class, mess with the back of the boy's neck, or something. But he just stayed out of it instead, listening amusedly to the boy's normal routine.

The more love sick he got over him, the more amusing his days seemed to go by as he watched Harry try and go through them. Tom considered himself to be doing quite a nice job of it all, especially since practically all of the younger boy's attention had dropped from the Chamber of Secrets. Good, that's one less out of the way to worry about.

Not only had that night made him prone to day dreaming, it also made him prone to falling asleep randomly when it was too quiet. This combined with long periods of time in the library made him really, really, prone to sleeping. Today, it had gotten so bad that he had fallen asleep in the library for so long that he missed dinner. Much to his very empty stomachs chagrin. "Ugh... This is just great... I'm going to starve to death..." He complained rocking back and forth in the common room chair late at night, unable to sleep because of the rumblings of his belly.

Tom had stayed silent and 'good' all through the day and most of the night, up until Harry started complaining about being hungry.

"Missed dinner?" The book whispered to Potter, sounding intrigued and a bit amused. "I could help with that...~" Of course, Riddle couldn't help but to think a bit dirty. He had been denied for far too long now, never very patient, and the idea forming in his head now from one of Harry's woes was definitely not exactly pure.

A small wisp left the book, like a bit of a ghost, pausing momentarily in the air beside Harry and then floated off and up the stairs to the boy's dormitories. He could figure out which one was Harry's, floating through the door and onto the boy's bed before drawing the curtains closed. The bit of magic he performed next was wordless and soundless, materializing more into this realm and trying to look even less ghost-like. Tom sat on the bed, slowly stripping himself of his cloak, tie, sweater, and un-did the buttons along his white long-sleeved shirt. With his wand at the ready, he waited for the Gryffindor to catch the hint and follow the trail so he could surprise him when he came to bed~

When Harry heard Tom speak to him, and his heart lept. Maybe he wouldn’t have to starve after all? He hoped not. Careful to take the diary with him up to the dormitory where he was being led, Harry's head was filled with thoughts of picnic baskets and warm spring days. He noticed that someone, Tom, had pulled his bed curtains closed. So Tom felt well enough to eat with him out here, even better!

Mouthwatering with the thought of the late dinner Harry quickly slipped inside. Of all the things Harry had been expecting... Tom waiting for him practically naked from the waist down was not one of those things. He was glad he had closed the curtains behind him so quickly, and stared blankly at what was before him. "T-Tom...?" He managed finally still in shock.

Riddle leaned back against the headboard of Harry's bed, amused by the reaction he got. "You'll have to be quiet; this room isn't exactly just yours alone." He mumbled, smirking as he drew his wand up and then sat forward. He touched the tip of the wand against the second year's lips, the tip of his wand emitting a tiny bit of smooth, dark chocolate.

"Do you like chocolate?"

Harry wanted to retort that yes it wasn’t just his room, but what was he supposed to do when you find your half naked boyfriend in your bed? He thought better of it. The exact second the chocolate hit his lips Harry licked, and it took all he had not to just bite the wand for more, and licked the tip instead which had a trace amount left. He would have thought being with the Dursleys’ had gotten him used to being half starved.

"Ah...yeah..." He said, trying to keep his voice down, but his stomach chose to growl particularly loud at that moment. What was Tom getting at....?

The Slytherin couldn't help but smirk more at seeing Harry obediently lick his lips and the tip of the wand. It was obvious he wanted more and Riddle, rest assured, was going to give him plenty. "Good~" He nearly purred, pulling the wand back away from Potter's lips and towards himself before he licked the tip of the wand. A bit more of the dark chocolate began to drip out, Tom enjoying the rich taste, before he dragged the tip of his wand from the corner of his mouth, down his chin, neck, collar bone, before proceeding to draw a few lines of chocolate over his chest and stomach on display for the younger boy. Licking his own lips again, his chocolate eyes (*1) gazing back up to the second year, finding it unnecessary to convey to the boy exactly what he wanted him to do. It was quite obvious.

Harry watched the chocolate intently suddenly a different kind of hunger coming to him. His breath caught in his throat, making a soft squeak. If he wasn’t so hungry, or he wasn’t still affected by what he had learned two people could do to each other by yesterday… But both were still there and he doubted he could talk Tom into just feeding him, not by the way he kept looking at him. Harry shivered with want.

Tentatively he licked the chocolate nearest to Tom's mouth; he kept trying to not cry out when the taste hit his tongue. "Ugh... Uhn...." He whimpered... Suddenly aware that what they had done yesterday... Had only affected him.

Riddle watched the other boy amusedly, loving that little pink tongue that darted out to greedily lap up some of the chocolate near his mouth. "Go on~" He mumbled, the images of Potter licking down his body starting to flood his mind and already filled him with the need for more.

Hunger clawed at his belly, and his curiosity for new things raged. He was unused to being the aggressor here; usually he was the one having things done to him not the other way around. Harry wanted more chocolate though, and there was only one way to get it.

At Tom's encouragement he trailed down to his neck and collar bone. He was slightly wary of going much further, so he took his time carefully lapping the dark liquid from the pale skin leaving no trace behind. At first they were quick lappings but as he got used to the sensation and taste they became licks that traced the path the topping left. His face burned and he felt a little shameful... But it wasn’t hurting anyone. The chocolate was warm and Tom was cold so honestly, it reminded Harry a lot like ice cream. He kept his eyes shut mostly, but from time to time he glanced up at the other boy looking for confirmation... Especially now that he was getting more towards the abdomen. Which was near the pants.

Tom had never really had anyone do this to him, nevertheless even allow them to do such a thing, but it had always been a bit of a fantasy of his to have something like this done. Really, anything that had to do with people giving him attention or adoring him in whichever way was automatically on his private fantasy and fetish list. But now that he was finally able to actually play out the idea...Well, he quite liked it. The cute and naive boy was just the icing to this cake as he lapped away at the trails of chocolate along Riddle's skin, leaving the elder boy more excited and turned on the longer this went on.

His breath caught at a place or two that Harry had licked and when their eyes met he felt his body warm up some in response. It was so tempting to reverse this little playing around and lick chocolate off of Potter, however, it was the Gryffindor who was the hungry one here~. He merely indulged himself in the feeling of that tongue, holding back from trying to force Harry's head down a little lower and to lick something else.

It was difficult to stay quiet he wanted to make noise--Harry blushed at the thought that came through his head. He--He didn’t make noise on purpose! It just happened! Quickly he drove the lewd thought away before it made him think very much about the implications. Harry paused when Tom's breath caught, afraid he had done something wrong but then he realized it was because he made the other feel good. It made him continue down further, now only using the tip of his tongue deciding to find what made the other feel best. He was dully aware that his pants felt a little tight right now, but it was unimportant he wanted to make Tom feel good.

Every once and awhile he shuddered and moaned from this playing. He had to lay directly on top of Tom now, his stomach pressed down between the Slytherin’s legs because of how far he was on the other's abdomen.

Riddle found it a bit difficult to keep quiet, having to resist quite a bit. And in that moment he realized that he could've just performed a simple spell so that none of the others would hear him, cursing himself mentally a little for not thinking of it earlier, especially as Potter began to make small noises and turned the Slytherin on more.

Picking up the wand, he wordlessly casted the spell with a small flick of his wand, an invisible barrier now pressed against the curtains of the bed, keeping any of their noises in. He then sat down his wand again, moving his hands to run through those dark locks as the boy lapped at his stomach, his skin tensing a bit in excitement as Tom let out a little moan. It felt so good to have Harry licking all along him, pressing that hot body against his... But he was pretty sure the other student would realize by now the obvious hard on he was sporting thanks to all of this, pressed up against that Gryffindor's stomach.

"That feels good~" He mumbled, still pretending to be quiet. It was a difficult decision whether or not to force Potter on him and suck him off but he was sure that the boy at this point would either die from 'embarrassment' (Tom had little to be embarrassed by and didn't deem this worthy), be too inexperienced, bite, or something else. He had worked this up so much and he wasn't about to ruin it for a blunt moment of lust. But...He could perhaps work the other boy into it slowly...

"Would you like to do something else to make me feel even better? Or we could switch and I could make you feel good~" He gave a little charming smirk, still running his hands through that soft head of hair, almost like he was petting him.

While Harry had been a little preoccupied by lapping up the bitter sweetness from his lover’s skin at first, the lower he got the more aware of the thing pressing harder and harder against his stomach. He might have been naïve, but he could gather that the moans and hard mass meant he was doing a good job. It both pleased him, and made him a little nervous because Harry was unsure what to do after all of the desert was gone.

Still... The noises Tom made for him, just for him, made him feel wonderful even as his own body had its own bulge. When the hands were twisting into his hair Harry looked up, tongue pulling away leaving a string of saliva to break as he did so. His eyes widened and face reddened a little at the proposition, unsure what to choose. He did want to make Tom feel better... But he was unsure what this entailed.

"I don’t want to mess this up...." Harry whispered looking away to the red curtains.

Listening to the response, Tom let a smile slip as he moved his hands down to cup the other boy's face, stroking his cheeks softly as he made Harry face him, trying to be gentle about it though. "You won't. I'd tell you if you were doing anything wrong. But... Do you want to?" He bit the inside of his cheek as he waited a response, trying to be patient and gentle with the Gryffindor. If he messed up even a tiny bit in how he worded something or acted then there was a large possibility he wasn't going to be pleased or sucked off tonight. It was still much too early to have sex, but if he could just make Harry take a couple of jumps up the normal pace of how relationships like this would usually unfold... Then he could get a lot more done.

Without knowing why, Harry shivered a little as he was made to look back up. His breath came a little faster now, because it was rather a big decision--He wouldn’t be able to back out of this one. Licking his lips he nodded "O--Okay..." Harry said weakly, slightly curious to what he was going to be doing. "Wha--What should I do....?" He asked, completely in the dark about how things were to proceed. If he knew he wouldn’t mess this moment together up... Then he could do it. Probably. If they loved each other, then he didn’t need to be embarrassed... But he still was.

The Slytherin was quite pleased that Harry actually agreed to continue on with what he wanted, but it was a bit displeasing in the fact that he was completely and utterly inexperienced. It was a hard decision between just pushing the boy back and showing him how to give a proper blow job or walking him through it first.

He decided for the latter, moving one of his hands onto Harry's, pulling it up, and trying to get him to tug on the zipper to his pants and undo them while trying to get him to back off a little with his other hand so that they'd have space to do all of this.

"Well, it'd help if you undid my pants." He chuckled, trying to be 'lighthearted' about this and act like it was no big deal. If anything, the fact that he was getting a completely innocent and naïve boy to do this had its own thrills and perks. He tried to help him along though, not really concerned or embarrassed about undressing himself more, especially when he was going to reveal his privates to another boy. Nope, he wasn't bashful about it.

The larger hand that held his was cold, as was the one pushing him up a little. Harry sat up slightly as directed, and hands shaking slightly from nerves, unzipped the older boy's pants. The hands guided him to the underwear... It made him tremble a little more. Though they had bathed together yesterday, this was the first time he had seen another boys parts. Harry's eyes flicked up to Tom confused slightly as to where this was going... Was he supposed to remove this layer and start touching like he had...? He felt lightheaded but determined; he didn’t want to be selfish like yesterday... It wasn’t supposed to be just for him.

Tom's dark eyes were focused on Harry and his hesitant, nervous hands. He looked up to meet the other boy's eyes, giving a little smile. "Maybe you could touch it?" He tried to encourage, knowing he'd have to direct him the entire way.

That was going to be a hassle but once the boy got a bit of experience under his belt, he was sure it'd be much better. It was unfortunate he didn't have the time to draw this relationship out and enjoy more of those perks later on.

Averting his eyes again, Harry swallowed hard, a clicking sound in his throat. Shivering again and again, he gently touched what had been touched on him earlier. Tom was definitely bigger than he was... This made Harry a little jealous in the far back of his mind. Even through the cloth, it was hot to the touch... And more than just a bit stiff. Again he touched trying to remember what Tom had done to him... But there was little to draw from because at that point Harry had not been thinking too clearly. The lack of memory and shaking hands made the tentative touches slow and deliberate.

Riddle's breath caught in his throat again though it was much harder to swallow this time as he felt Harry's tentative touches to him. Even through the fabric of his boxers the touch was still sensual and sent a shiver along his spine. Seeing the boy so nervous, deliberate, and just... The way he was acting was driving Tom nuts. In a good way. He absolutely loved the boy acting like that towards him and still trying to please him. He was eagerly eating in all of the attention, letting short and shallow breaths out from in between his lips here and there.

Tom let the second year experiment and touch him, though not wanting to push him too far just yet and actually just enjoying it in the meantime. But, those little touches alone started to fall short and not be enough of what the Slytherin wanted.

Moving his hand again, he gently grabbed Harry's hand and tried to make the boy grab and palm his length, not forcing him to go under the boxers just yet. But, when he did force Potter to grip him like that he couldn't hold back the moan that came from him at the tantalizing touch.

The noises encouraged Harry greatly, making him feel more confident in himself. It made his face burn and his stomach jump to hear Tom making such sounds though, and he supposed this was what the Slytherin felt when they had been together. He trailed his fingers over the fabric and the heat underneath, trying to pay attention to what worked best. One of the cold hands was grabbing his and guiding Harry to what he needed to do, apparently he did so because Tom chose to moan then. Excitement ran through Harry's body at this and supposed he should keep this motion up, rather than play around. He snuck a glance upward; the face that was usually so pale and composed was neither. It was flushed and ... What? Harry didn’t know the word, but it was lewd enough to make him look back to his handiwork.

The older boy much appreciated Harry starting to catch on and try to keep up the pace and touches that was pleasing him so much. His erection was definitely straining against his boxers now, very hard, and he could no longer be satisfied with the modest touching through his boxers. Moving his hands back to himself, he pressed the hem of his boxers down finally, his member springing up from underneath and quite heated up. He then looked to the Gryffindor as he took his hands again to place Harry's hands on his throbbing length. "Just... Touch more." He panted out, his breath catching hard again in his throat at feeling the contact of Harry's bare hands on him. It was sublime and the look on his face spoke that silently for him, even if he couldn't form the words for it at the moment.

Just when Harry was getting used to this new way of caressing Tom was on the move again... Now there was no cloth between their skin. This startled Harry and if the older boy hadn’t grabbed his hands, he would have let them float aimlessly in surprise. Yes...Tom was definitely bigger than he was. It was hot and felt like nothing else (besides his own) he had ever touched before, though it was not unpleasant. The breaths and pants made the problem between Harry's own legs swell with want. But he ignored it, and did as he was told. He wrapped his fingers around the Slytherin’s organ, gently caressing and teasing as much as he knew how.

Tom just felt like melting under those soft touches to one of his most sensitive of parts, however, he moved his hands to pry Harry's from him without enjoying them any longer. He had a different idea suddenly, which he started to put into action by moving to grip the Gryffindor's legs and pull him into a bit of an unusual position with him, so that the seeker's legs wrapped around his waist and brought their crotches much closer. His eyes were only focused down below, where he, a bit hastily, moved to undo Harry's pants, pull down his underwear, and free that bulge that had been straining for a while against the cage of fabric he found himself in. Finally, taking the other boy's hands for the last time and placing them so that he gripped both of their arousals and pressed them against one another. The sensation really turned Riddle on, panting again as he leaned forward to kiss Potter, trying to move their hands and rub them both at the same time.

The movement scared him, and he was reminded that even without their wands Tom was much stronger than he was. Unaware of the spell around them Harry had to stifle a cry with his hand. He did nothing as his own pants were undone... He was glad honestly that he didn’t have to ignore what had been bothering him.

He didn’t really ponder the idea that maybe, just maybe this sort of aggression would become common for them. He was slightly reminded of riding a broom--And this idea would make him a little nervous and awkward about Quidditch practice. After twisting his fingers around both of their members he shivered at the sensation when Tom's mouth ceased his it was all he could do not to just give in and start to yell in earnest.

Riddle deliberately and roughly rubbed both of their arousals closely together, in sync, panting in between their kisses as they began to take on more and more of a lusty rhythm. Those sweet, slightly puffy lips of the Gryffindor was the only thing he focused on other than stroking the both of them together and sliding a hand up and under the boy's sweater and shirt. He pulled up the fabric a little as his fingertips sought out skin higher and higher on Harry's thin frame before he found what he was looking for, a little perk bud of which he eagerly fiddled and toyed with.

Having Potter help in with the stroking and the heat that was starting to pool in between them was simply all the better as he began to move faster and wind them each up more. He'd much rather take this kind of broomstick over the one trying to kill him not too long ago any day.

At this point Harry was getting rather nervous about the way he was being handled---But the part of him in control didn’t give a flip about anything except feeling better. He whimpered as the he felt where the hand was going, he had already given in and had begun to move his hips up and down frantically with his free hand muffling his cries. His eyes watered with the effort, forcing tears to trickle down his cheeks eyes shut and brows knitted.

"Ha---Ah---Wai---"

Harry felt the familiar fever and fervor shooting through him from yesterday. He tried not to think of his friends sleeping on the other side of the curtains, it made him feel like stopping and he didn’t want that. When he made too much noise he was silenced with kisses that just sent him that much further towards the edge.

"No--Ah---I can’t---!" He bit his hand to stifle the cries that were trying to escape as he went over the edge from the rough touching between his legs. But now there was no water to wash it away and Harry noticed vaguely as he came the liquid he gave forth. But that moment passed as did everything else with the pleasure that rode him and he jerked even harder, voice a helpless squeal.

"It's ok," Tom panted against the seeker's swollen lips, nipping at them and trying to smother them in kisses while he had the chance, "A-Ah, yeah...O-Oh Harry." He started to become really breathless, moving to grind and pump harder, the delicious friction and heat bringing him closer and closer to the edge.

At the odd little swirling weight in the pit of his stomach as well as feeling the other boy's prick twitch and his body start to tense up, he knew that they wouldn't last much longer. And, indeed, he was certainly right in that as he felt the Gryffindor's release spill forth before Riddle's own seed poured out in response to seeing such a heavenly look on Harry's face.

Some of their clothes as well as their hands were dirtied by the milky substance, Tom pulling away from kissing the second year so that he could bring a soiled hand up to his lips. He was a bit fascinated by it, moving to lick off the salty substance from both of them, enjoying the taste before bringing a digit to Potter's lips with some of the release still on it, forcing the digit gently into his panting mouth so that he could taste the reward of their efforts as well. A lovely after-sex smile graced his face as he did so, quite relaxed after getting that tension out now and still comfortable in the slowly fading heat of their erotic act and position.

Everything was a blur, it was difficult to breathe and calm down. It was, and was not like the time before. It felt more... Dirty now, not simply because of the seed sticking to him but because of the pure and absolute lust that drove him to do it.

Harry gasped and whimpered as the pleasure was down to a dull roar for now, and as he caught his breath he saw the mess they had made together. It was lewd, and stood starkly against their bodies and the bed. As he saw what Tom was doing he wanted to tell him to stop, that it was dirty---But now he was forced to have some as well. It wasn’t sweet like the chocolate he had been fed earlier, but salty and strange. He wasn’t sure he liked it, but when Tom looked at him like that after what they had felt together he sucked on the finger as he was supposed to do. Harry would have preferred more kisses and snuggling at this point, but he was that kind of boy and would always want tons of this.

The older boy was very satisfied in watching Harry suck on the finger and taste the release, finding it hard not to let that same lust that they had just poured out actually be revived again. It was certainly a memory he'd love to keep and go back to. Pulling his finger away, he joined their lips in a sensual kiss, relishing in the heat and relaxed atmosphere. There wasn't really anything that needed to be said, Tom was quite fine in the silence.

When he pulled away he stared into those sweet emerald eyes in front of him, foreheads pressed together, and stayed like that for a small bit. He was searching for something within those depths, perhaps confirmation or some sign of complete and utter love or trust. And he really needed to play the romantic card up more and try to woo the Potter boy into just completely being head-over-heels for him.

Feeling the stickiness start to become slightly uncomfortable, he could no longer put up with the mess and groped for his wand to quickly clean up before he straightened himself up along with his little lover. He went in for another kiss before he parted with a smile. "Would it be alright if I stayed with you tonight?" He put quietly.

He honestly didn't want to, much rather wanting to retire back to his book, but he needed to step up more and be with Harry a lot more. 'Cuddling' and sleeping beside him through the night would probably make the boy very happy, though, Tom wasn't doing it for his happiness more so than doing it for the boy needing him and keeping him close. Just to make sure that was clear. And there was plenty of room on the bed; the second year wasn't really fully grown yet, obviously. So they could fit comfortably. It was just a matter of if the Gryffindor wanted him or not.

The kiss they shared made him think that he should be embarrassed by the noises they made. But he wasn’t, not now anyways probably later as usual. When Tom pulled away from him, Harry kept after him for more kisses. Like the night before, after getting off he couldn’t seem to keep away from the older boy. Harry would wake up and think that he had been another person during these moments.

When Tom had finally gotten away, he made Harry look into his eyes. The eyes were very dark, and it was difficult to discern what color they were. Long forgotten was the memory of the red in these eyes he adored.

If felt a little odd to have their seed siphoned off of him. More kisses, Harry vaguely wondered if his mouth would be sore from all of this. The second the words left Tom's mouth, Harry tackled him to the bed inadvertently with his joy.

"Yeah! I want you to stay!" He cried holding onto Tom tightly, arms wrapped around his neck. Then Harry rose up on his elbow covering his mouth, he was still unaware of the spell around the bed. After there was no sign of someone coming, he sighed with relief.

Being practically jumped in the bed made Tom pretty alarmed, especially with how loud Potter cried out. It was definitely a good thing he put up the charm so that their noises were muted, unable but to help but chuckle at the cute boy when he got surprised and worried.

He told him about the little charm he had used, smiling as he kissed the boy softly and settled into bed with the Gryffindor. It was unusual lying in the Gryffindor dorm tower like this when he was so used to his Slytherin dungeons, but he ignored it as he waved off the silent spell and cuddled with Harry.

After Tom told him about the spell, Harry fussed at him for not telling him sooner. "You’re so mean--I did that and thought we were going to get caught~!" He grumbled though kisses made him forgive Tom fast though. "You’re lucky I'm so nice..." Harry said after a few of said kisses.

He murmured little soft fake affections for the boy, how he's been wanting to lay with him like this for so long now, and etc. until eventually their little whispers silenced and they fell asleep, Tom keeping an arm over Potter and enjoying the warm of Harry flush up against him.

Harry’s heart raced as they lay together, he made sure to cling as close as possible to Tom and the whispers in his ear made him tremble anew. But the act they had done together made Harry exceptionally sleepy, and his relies to the whispers became more and more like random noises until Harry fell asleep next to the person he loved the most.

Extras:

(*1): We don’t quite know what the color of Tom’s eyes are, we’re assuming that since J.K. said they were ‘dark’ then they’d be a brown or black kind of color. I just happened to put ‘chocolate’.
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