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The Slytherin Prince	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 33970 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 8
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or anything else you recognise here. I make no money from this story, and am only writing it for amusement purposes.

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Harry slipped into Tom's rooms right after dinner, sealing the door with a spell that would slow the Dark Lord down just enough. He took off his robes and draped himself over the couch in what he hoped was a sexy manner.

Tom's voice was heard cursing outside the door as the handle burned his hand. “Harrison, you will pay for that!” He called through the door as he disabled the spell. He stopped short upon opening it.

Then he rushed into the room and slammed the door closed before anyone saw his consort and Harry watched his Adam’s Apple bob as he swallowed, eyes raking over Harry's—or rather, Jeanette's—body. “Merlin." He whispered.

Harry smiled, running a hand down his side over the black silk nightie he wore. His prosthetics were so realistic they even had tiny nipples that peaked under the fabric, and Harry had used the depilatory cream on everything to get ready for tonight. Not that his legs were visible under the thigh-high stockings and garter belt he was wearing, but even his privates were hairless—a fact Tom would soon realise when he saw how Harry was peeking out of the tiny black lace panties he wore.

Harry knew the exact moment Tom noticed his panties, as a possessive growl left his throat and he stalked forward the few paces toward his consort. “Harrison, my delectable Prince, you look just as good in black as you do in green!” He said, kneeling beside the couch and kissing him.

Harry both moaned and chuckled into the kiss, and Tom broke the kiss to laugh at the strange noise the two sounds meeting had made.

Harry blushed. “Merlin, that was embarrassing!” He muttered.

Tom shook his head. “It was a new sound for me, I can assure you. So, why black?”

Harry snorted. “Draco.” He said in explanation.

Tom frowned. “You don’t really have quite the same complexion as him, black on you was more of a risk with how dark you are. Luckily for you, it works for me.” He added, trailing a hand up Harry’s stocking-clad leg. “Mm, this is a wonderful gift!” He met Harry’s eyes. “How far can I go?” He purred.

“I can go completely bare if you like. The prosthetics adhere to my skin. But no penetration, and don’t pay any attention to anywhere back there. I probably will panic if you do.” Harry told him.

Tom’s eyebrows rose. “Wasn’t going to, you’re not ready yet, I know that.” He said, cupping Harry’s face and kissing him sweetly. He ran a hand over Harry’s side, sliding the nightie up and running a finger over the prosthetic breast. “They’re warm.” He noted in surprise. “And they feel real.”

Harry smiled. “Yes. Isn’t magic great?!”

Tom leaned down and kissed Harry right below the breasts, trailing a line down until he got to the tip of his cock, sticking out from the panties. “Mm, a treat for me.” He purred, licking the head of the cock before sliding the panties down to the base and taking Harry’s cock in his mouth.

Harry moaned and let his head fall back. “Merlin, feels so good!”

Tom sucked him for a while, then took him deep and growled, and Harry came with a shout.

Tom pulled off, licked him clean, and sat back on his heels, looking smug. “That sounded good.”

Harry grinned weakly. “Bastard. Don’t mock me for something I can’t help!”

Tom chuckled. “My apologies.”

Harry got up and urged the man to take his place. “My turn.” He said happily.

Tom hummed. “I always tell you, you don’t have to—”

“And it changes nothing when I want to.” Harry finished for him. “If I was having trouble, we could always postpone it, but I’ve been fine today, and I think I can go further than before.” He said earnestly.

Last time he had brought Tom off with mostly his hands, interspersed with kittenish licks from time to time as he explored the taste and feel of a cock in his mouth.

Tom was eager to see if he could do better this time. “Very well, do as you will. I am at your mercy.” He said.

Harry seemed to steel himself and closed his mouth over Tom’s cock, sliding down a bit.

Tom moaned, a hand threading into Harry’s hair.

Harry pulled off and said, “No. No hands.”

Tom immediately jerked his hands back. “Sorry.” He said.

“Don’t be. Just don’t touch, or I can’t do this.” Harry told him, then bent his head again.

He ignored the moans, but when the man went mostly silent save for panting, Harry tensed and pulled off again. “Talk to me. I need…”

Tom smiled. “You look beautiful down there, on your knees for me, of your own free will. So lovely in your silk and lace. With your pretty little tits. My pretty little Prince. So perfect, so—Fuck!” It was his turn to shout as he came.

Harry pulled off, coughing.

Tom laughed. “Yes, well, at least I know it is not the taste. You’ve cleaned your hands of it before.”

Harry glared up at him. “You come like a fucking prized stallion, it’s not funny!” He declared, spelling his face and nightie clean.

Tom snorted. “It is a lot; I will agree with that. You fire my lust, little one.” He purred.

Harry huffed and sat in Tom’s still-unclothed lap. “Dress later.” He said when Tom made a noise of protest. “Cuddle now. I have one more hour before I head back to the dungeons.”

Tom hummed in assent and decided to just wrap his arms around his little Prince and enjoy their time together before they separated and found their cold and lonely beds for the night.

*****

Severus was seething by the time Sirius came through the Floo.

Sirius’ grin faltered as Remus came through behind him, holding a small box. “What? Why are you angry?!”

Severus grabbed him by the front of his shirt, hauled him close, and gave him a bruising kiss that included quite a bit more tooth than usual.

Sirius blinked as he was shoved away. “Um...?”

“Fucking bastard.” Severus muttered. “I have it encased in a bubble; you won’t come into contact with it.” He said, turning to Remus.

Remus smiled, handing over the box. “So, you are wearing it?” He checked.

Severus sighed and held up his hand, displaying the silver ring with the black crest with mother-of-pearl inlays. “I am. So yes, Sirius, is your answer.” He shot back at the man. “Although you could have asked me in person, like a normal person would have.” He snapped. He opened the box to find another ring, although this one was… “Platinum.” He said, looking at the unadorned band. “Remus, how much—”

“Sirius covered it. He wanted you to have something from me, something I could touch and put on you myself. And neither of us wanted to wait to claim you as ours. Sirius is my mate, and there is only one of those. But I love both of you, and before you say anything, there is room in this mate bond for two. We will treasure you, if you let us.” Remus said, taking the ring out of the box and going down on one knee. “Severus Prince, will you do us both the honour of surrendering yourself to our care for the rest of our lives?”

Severus huffed, and shot at Sirius, “That is how you propose, Black!” Before turning his attention back to Remus, a soft look in his eyes. “Yes, I would like nothing more.” He said a good deal kindlier.

Remus smiled and slipped the ring onto the finger, his fingertips brushing against the bubble encasing the other ring.

Sirius coughed as Remus rose. “Um, we’re on a time limit as far as wedding dates go.”

“What kind of time limit?” Severus snapped, eye twitching as he turned to the man in irritation.

“Nine months from our first time?” Sirius asked more than said.

Severus blinked. “No.” He whispered.

Sirius gulped.

“You’re not strong enough.” Severus said in disbelief.

Sirius looked insulted. “I am plenty strong, I just don’t advertise it, that’s all!”

Severus paled. “Oh, I may faint.”

Remus wrapped arms around his waist. “Relax, breathe, he needs an heir, it had to happen one way or another.” He spoke into the man’s ear.

Severus took a few slow, deep breaths. “Fuck.” He said quietly.

“Kind of what got us into this.” Sirius quipped.

Remus shot him a quelling look, and Sirius sighed. “Do you want to talk about it at all?” He offered. “I was hoping you’d help name the little one.”

Severus hummed. “I can help. We will need time.”

Sirius smiled. “You know, I can change the rules of the House of Black. I could make it so even a girl could inherit. If you’re getting too old for another child after this.”

Remus chuckled and let Severus go. “I’m going to leave before this devolves into petty name-calling.” He turned and pressed a kiss to Severus’ lips. “Don’t send him home in pieces, please.”

Severus huffed. “I make no promises, Remus. He called me old.” He said, affronted.

Remus shook his head. “I’ll let you two work it out. I won’t wait up, Sirius. Stay the night if you want.” He said, then left through the Floo.

Severus turned a glare on Sirius. “Call me old again, Black.” He purred.

Sirius grinned. “You know, I just realized, we’re the same age! Never mind!”

“Good save.” Severus drawled.

“Anyway, are you going to help me?”

Severus rolled his eyes. “Yes, your heir. Black naming traditions?”

Sirius hummed. “Stars and constellations, we might as well.” He shrugged. “Girl and boy names, because I want to be surprised.”

Severus nodded. “Ursa?” He suggested.

Sirius made a face. “For a girl, or boy?” He asked.

“Either would work, I think.” Severus said.

“We’re going to need drinks. It’s going to be a long night.”

“I agree.” Severus went to retrieve his good scotch. “Use the charm.”

“Of course I will.” Sirius assured him. “Nothing will happen to our little one.”

Severus felt a small smile creep onto his lips. A new baby he could properly raise this time.

He was looking forward to it.
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