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Tom Riddle panted as he made his way to the ministry's lift. Damn it, he thought. Of all times why now?
Tom always hated being an omega. The thought of being nothing more than a submissive brood mare disgusted him. He was Tom Marvollo Riddle, the greatest wizard to ever exist who would soon bring the whole wizarding world to their knees for Lord Voldemort.
Almost as soon as Tom had presented he had begun using suppressants, with how vulnerable he was when in heat, he couldn't bear the thought of being so weak again. His need to be filled and bred disgusted him so much he almost thought about slashing his scent gland, after all omegas can't have heats nor express pheromones if they don't have a scent gland.
But it was too risky. There was a very likely possibility that an omega could die if they didn't have a scent gland. The idea was supported even more by reports of omega's who had destroyed their scent glands due to being forced into abusive relationships. They had died within hours after committing the act.
So unfortunately, Tom couldn't cut off his scent gland. But at least suppressants were available.
However, he had been using them for so long now-ever since he was twelve—that his body almost became immune to it.
The more that he took suppressants the less they worked; his body had supposedly built up some sort of immunity against them over time.
It was by no means considered healthy to go so long without a heat, his body knew this and so did his magic. So they worked together to combat the suppressants invading his body.
And so today was finally the day that his heat broke through the suppressants.
He had not realized that he had been going through pre-heat symptoms as it had been so long since he had had his heat. He thought he might of just come down with the flu. He should've noticed how he was way more attentive to every alpha in his vicinity, their scent, the feeling in the back of his head; that he should get down on his hands and knees and present right there and-
But that didn't matter now, he had finished his job for the day and now that he realized his mistake he had to go to his house immediately, lest any alpha comes near him and he decides that killing someone in broad daylight was worth it.
He cursed his body as he staggered again, limping to his destination, Tom felt so hot it was almost like he was being burned with fire. He was sure that his face was flushed as well which just annoyed him even more. Tom Marvolo Riddle does not become flustered.
He finally made it to the lift. His brain was becoming more fuzzy under his heat's influence by the minute, his body screaming at him to find the nearest thing to impale his body on breedbreedmatescentknotknot-
Tom shook his head, he was not going to give in, he'd have to be killed before that was going to happen.
As soon as the lift's doors opened Tom threw himself inside, not even caring if anyone else was inside, tripping in the process.
Tom cursed and braced himself for impact as he used his magic to lesson the pain—he hated how his body was so much more sensitive in heat.
But then he didn't come in contact with the floor.
Instead he came in contact with big, warm, well toned arms.
The omega in him automatically purred at such soft texture of fabric, perfect for a nest-
But then Tom Riddle blinked and he just realized that he was burrowing himself into the arms of a man—it had to be a man, considering the lack of chest and the muscles—and immediately threw himself to the lift doors.
Panting, out of breath, and face flushed, Tom bet that he made a real sight for sore eyes—as if he didn't already when he wasn't in heat—Tom readied himself to curse the man if they were an Alpha. Though Tom suspected they weren't considering the fact that they weren't growling like an animal. Yet.
Tom took an experimental sniff in the air before he could stop himself. He tenced as he thought that his oversensitive omega nose would be overtaken by an onslaught of lustrous pheromones, but after waiting for a few moments he realized there were none.
A part of him-his omega self- was offended when he realized that the man hadn't reacted to his pheromones at all—at least judging by his scent. It was an offense to not be able to sway any alpha or beta to mate with him with just the sniff of his scent. The man should be drooling right now—
Another part of him slapped himself mentally while also sighing in relief. But also, that left the omega curious.
From what he could smell there wasn't really a scent in the air—besides his own which seemed to be permeating throughout the lift by the minute—but there wasn't even a faint scent that indicated this man was a beta or even an omega.
Tom finally decided to look up, and blinked in surprise as to who it was in the lift.
Harry Potter, the minister of Britain, stood in front of him, hand outstretched like he wanted to comfort the distressed omega—Tom bristled at that he did not need to be comforted by anyone—but not touching him at the same time for whatever reason, which Tom was grateful for.
Potter blinked back at him. "Tom Riddle? Are you alright?" He asked cautiously.
Tom bared his teeth as a smile that felt and looked more like a grimace to the man. "No, I am completely fine, Minister," he hissed.
Potter winced apologetically, "I'm sorry. That was a dumb question. But you look sick do you need to go to St. Mungo's?"
Tom stared at Potter incredulously, was this man an idiot? Even a beta with the most blandest of scents would be able to tell that he was going through heat.
Tom took a deep breath—through his mouth just in case—and he began to study Potter.
Minister Harry Potter was popular for his supposedly golden heart. He was always kind to everyone, even to those lesser than him like mud bloods. It was rumored the minister was a half blood himself but nothing more than that as nobody cared enough to look into the theory. Not to mention there were many influential families that would fight tooth and nail for Potter.
Many admired the unconditional loyalty the families held for him. In fact, Tom himself respected the wizard if only a little bit. After all, it mustn't have been easy to gain the trust and loyalty of even the most Ancient house of Black.
And Tom had witnessed the Minister's kindness in real life, he could see no faults in the man's mask. So either Potter was great at masking his true feelings and manipulation or he really was a kind hearted fool, not as impressive but convenient for Tom's situation.
And Tom was leaning towards the latter.
"No thanks, Minister, I'll be just fine—"
The words barely tumbled out of his mouth until his knees were buckling, falling in a heap onto the floor.
Or he would have if Potter hadn't caught him, again.
His reflexes are good, Tom thought as he clutched onto the soft robes with a crushing grip, his nails digging into the man's chest.
Potter winced momentarily from the pain but only looked at him with concern as he spoke "Are you sure you're okay, Mr. Riddle? You seem awfully ill and your breath is getting shallower by the minute," his eyes traveled down his quivering form in search for injuries.
Tom threw his head back, barking out a laugh, "Potter are you really that dense?" He asked, delirium starting to hit the omega.
It's so hot in here, he wondered if it wouldn't be so bad to ask the man in front of him to strip him of his clothes...
A look of confusion overtook the minister's face and it looked so genuine that Tom knew the man wasn't lying, the man really couldn't tell that Tom was in heat. Which in itself is impossible he's literally overflowing with heat pheromones—
But. This made Tom think.
If the man were this immune to Tom's heat then- he may be his ticket out. With how Tom was on the cusp of his heat and even just twitching his legs to move strained his muscles pained him, Tom knew he couldn't leave the ministry in this condition.
And with how Potter seemed so oblivious and beta-like, he isn't likely to take advantage of Tom, if anything he looks to be the type to deny an omega in heat due to his morals of consent or whatever. Tom could barely think at the moment so thinking of the man's morals were of no interest to him.
Actually right now Tom was more interested in the tent in Potter's crotch—or the lack of.
He's not even a little hard at the omega panting in his arms, this, Tom Riddle had to commend Potter for.
Shaking himself mentally once again, Tom looked up to Potter, who was still looking at him with that damn innocent concern.
Gritting his teeth, Tom looked at Potter with the most submissive face he could. Alpha's and beta's always saw themselves above omegas, so they were more likely to cator towards and be gentle with one who is submissive and obedient.
Potter's face hardened like he could see the change in Tom's personality—but before he could say anything The omega beat him to it.
"Minister, could you please take me home? I'm afraid I can't hold on any longer—"he ended with a gasp of air that evolved into an involuntary groan as the heat in his stomach seemed to be multiplying.
Potter blinked again, shock written on his face, "Mr. Riddle I don't know what you're talking about—" Tom once again cut him off by shoving the man's face into the crevice of his neck.
In the back of Tom's mind he could hear a voice screaming at him. What the hell was he doing!?
Potter gasped as he finally—finally—realized he was in heat.
"Y-you're an omega?" The man stuttered, eyes wide as dinner plates. Tom only now realized how pretty the man's eyes were: like the Avada kedavra swirling in two oceans of emerald. It took a few seconds for Tom to realize the man had asked him a question. Tom Riddle did not get distracted by the looks of others.
But before Tom could answer his question a ding sounded throughout the lift.
Panic went through Tom immediately. Tensing his muscles, Tom gripped the man firmer, in just a second the elevator doors were going to open and everyone would know he was an omega and oh Merlin he's in heat—
Until he felt the nauseating feeling of side apparition hitting his body.
Tom gasped for air as the squished feeling of the spell finally left his body, coughing as he had gotten spit stuck in his throat.
After gathering his barings, he finally decided to look at his surroundings.
The room was very comfy and warm, warms colors decorating the entire room.
There was a bed at the other side of the room along with book shelves on the walls, Tom couldn't focus on their titles though, he was more focused on the man in front of him, or moreover, his reaction.
Potter was looking at him with this indescribable look in his eyes, but what really caught his attention was that despite getting a deep breath of Tom's pheromones he had still not reacted that much other than the shock of finding out he was an omega. Tom still couldn't understand how the man could tell he was one before, if was quite simple to. Even the most oblivious betas would be able to tell he was in heat.
Potter took a deep breath. "Mr. Riddle—I apologize for taking you to my house on such short notice, but the lift was about to open and I didn't think you'd want to be caught in such a comprimising position," he explained hurriedly.
Tom huffed in amusement. Who knew Minsiter Potter was such a sticker for morals. Sure, everyone knew of Harry Potter's golden heart, but what Alpha or even beta in their right mind would try to do anything but mate and claim an omega in heat that they had brought into their bedroom. Tom shook his head, it would not do to loose himself to delirium. Tom needed to make sure Potter helped him.
Help you with what? A voice whispered in his head. And Tom's heat addled mind took that whisper of a thought and ran with it. Images floated to the front of his mind of how Minsiter Potter could aid him during his heat.
The thoughts made his mouth run dry. Fantasies of Minister Potter pinning him to the bed, the ground—god he didn't care where and taking—Tom shook his head, this time more violently.
No, he thought, focus, he scolded himself. This is why he hated being an omega, going crazy over just the thought of sex. The anger Tom felt at himself grounded him and allowed him to think more clearly.
It wasn't as if Tom was opposed to having sex with the Minister, far from it, the man was—by all means—attractive.
But there was the fact that Tom was an omega in heat. It was already bad enough that Potter knew he was an omega. Oh Merlin, what if he tells everyone—Tom was mentally berating himself for the careless mistake he had made.
But—maybe this was a good thing, that treturous voice whispered to him again. Tom was about to shake it off, tell it to piss off—you're talking to yourself Tom—but then he thought about it.
Potter doesn't seem like the type to exploit others weaknesses for his own benefit, that can be proven as Potter seems to be just as kind as he is dense.
So, he had two options. Have Potter take him to his house and suffer through his heat alone with no toys at all—he had not deemed it necessary to keep any as he had not had a heat in so long—for an indefinite amount of time.
However, he had to consider the fact that since he had gone so long without a heat it would only be natural that his would be abnormally long and extremely strenuous.
Or, he could have Potter help him with his heat where there would be supplies easily provided and he could just spend his heat with Potter and get it over with in a shorter time. Even if Potter wasn't an alpha, it had been shown in studies that an omega's heat can be lightened with the help of another person.
Knot or no knot.
Tom had already made a decision before he had even asked himself apparently, because as soon as he finished that train of thought, Tom had already pounced on top of Potter, straddling the man, Potter's wrists engulfed in Tom's hands.
Potter seemed shocked at Tom's actions to the point where he couldn't move, Tom could see a flush creeping up the man's neck to his face. Something in Tom purred in delight at the reaction he had gotten out of the man.
Tom ground his hips against the older man's, pleasure licking up his spine at the friction the action had caused, in the back of his mind Tom was surprised that they hadn't been soiled yet.
"Minister," Tom panted, "Please, won't you assist me during my heat?" Tom felt disgusted at himself for dropping so low, low enough to beg someone to help him, but those types of thoughts were null for now. The omegan part of himself had taken over and now all he could think about is impaling himself on the nearest object, more specifically on Potter's dick.
"T-Tom wait—" Potter stuttered, voice finally coming back to him, his hand moving to Tom's hips, most likely to push him off—and to get him to stop grinding on top of the man—but all it did was let Tom's full weight drop onto Potter, and while omegas were known for being dainty, Tom was by no means light.
Potter tightened his grip on Tom in order to push him off, but all it did was make Tom whine—an embarrassing noise.
Embarrassed with himself, Tom leant down- burying himself into Potter's neck—determined to find that mouth watering scent of Alpha—bloody hell even a betas scent would be enough, only to pause as he finally got a riff of Potter's scent.
It smelt of... broom polish and treacle tart, but there was something else. Yes, the unmistakable scent of an alpha.
One part of Tom's brain was thrilled. Finally an alpha! He purred. An alpha to mark him, knot him, breed him.
But another part of him, perhaps the only rational part of Tom left paused.
Potter is an alpha. But with almost no scent whatsoever that you have to go to his neck—where his scent should be strongest due to his scent gland being there.
But that can't be possible. Alpha scents are meant to be strong—overbearing at times. For Potter to have such a weak scent—if that's the case then—
Tom lifted himself off of Potter—part of him sad at the distance away from the Alpha. But that didn't matter, somehow, what mattered was that Tom had gotten some clarity back.
And he was going to use it to the fullest, damn it.
Potter lay there, frozen, he must have sensed Tom's change in attitude, and was watching the omega with cautious eyes. The alpha must have saw something in Tom that stopped the alpha's previous attempts to throw the omega off of himself.
Tom lifted the collar of the ministers robe...
And felt all of his breath leave his lungs.
Right where Potter's scent glands were there's a scar reaching from across his neck all the way to his sternum. The scent gland itself was in ruins beyond repair. No wonder Tom couldn't smell his scent. With his scent glands in such a condition it'd be almost impossible to smell anything coming from the man. The fact that the man survived at all would be considered a miracle.
Tom was confused though. Why was his scent gland slashed? Did he do it to himself or did someone else do it to Potter, trying to kill the man. Or was it none of those whatsoever and just a freak accident? Tom wouldn't know, but from the scarring on the man's neck it was not likely that it was done on accident. No, Tom was almost certain whoever inflicted this wound on Potter intended to kill.
Tom was so focused on his inner turmoil that he had no time to prepare for the man shoving Tom off of himself.
Tom fell right on his bottom, he cringed at the wet squelch he heard from his wet trousers making contact with the floor.
Potter was breathing heavily, eyes pinned on Tom, still he began talking.
"Please, whatever you do, don't tell anyone."
Potter sounded so meek and timid that Tom almost couldn't believe the man was an alpha.
Tom's eyebrows drew together, "And what can you offer me in return that will make me keep that promise?" Tom knew that he was breaking his act of being the polite, handsome young man with ambitious beliefs who was always civilized in politics, but he couldn't care less right now. Potter had already seen him begging for his cock, Tom didn't think he could get any lower than that.
Potter bit his lip, not knowing what to say, "Just please... don't." He said in a voice that was quieter than a whisper.
While Tom had many questions, and he would definitely get answers to them one way or another, the omega part of his brain was taking over again after his brief shock. Now, Tom could feel just how wet his pants were.
Not being able to stand sitting in his own slick for any longer, Tom vanished his pants and underwear, only using his robe to cover himself.
Tom had already decided to make use of Potter for his heat, and if this was just an easier way to convince Potter, well—Tom wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth.
"Harry," Tom spoke—Harry immediately took his eyes off the ground to stare at Tom, eyes widening once he realized that he had taken off his pants.
"I won't tell anyone about your... condition," Harry visibly relaxed once Tom said that but immediately tensed once Tom spoke again.
"But, I want you to help me with my heat."
"What?" Harry stared wide eyed at Tom. He took a step back from the omega, "Tom are you crazy?" Harry tried to sound as stern as possible but Tom still heard the tremor in the alpha's voice.
"Come on Harry, it'll benefit both of us. I won't be able to tell your secret and I'll be done with my heat in a few days, it's a win win situation," Tom accidentally let the muggle term slip out of his mouth but he was too tired—and horny—to care.
Harry swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing with the action.
He's weighing his options. Good, Tom thought. The more likely he is to agree.
Harry closed his eyes and then opened them again, filled with determination. Tom noticed that that was a good look on the man.
The alpha stared directly into Tom's eyes, determination, fear, and a little bit of desire held within them.
Harry licked his lips, Tom followed the motion with his eyes, almost as if he was out under the imperious and all that mattered was the pink muscle roaming over Harry's lips.
When did I begin to call him Harry? Tom thought before he was abruptly pulled out of his thoughts. Literally.
Potter had taken his arm and pulled Tom up to stand. The action wasn't a very good one though because almost immediately Tom's legs gave out, but Harry had wrapped an arm around Tom's waist so there was no way Tom could've fallen.
Their nose's were practically touching when Potter finally spoke.
"I'll help you with your heat Tom, is... is there anything you'd like me to do?"
Tom barely thought for a moment before words were already tumbling out of his mouth. "Get me on the bed, now." He hissed out.
Harry began walking backwards, pulling Tom along with him until the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed.
Tom used his weight to push Harry down faster, a small "oof" sound coming from Harry once his back hit the bed.
Tom planted his knees on both sides of Harry's hips.
The omega immediately attempted to strip Harry of his clothes but his hands were too shaky and he himself was feeling uncomfortable from the fabric of his robe rubbing against his erect nipples.
Agitated, Tom let out a huff and grabbed the closet wand to him, a holly wood wand.
When Tom closed his fist around his wand it felt like as if the wand was his own. Connecting with his magic so effortlessly, had he not been blinded by the ever increasing heat in his belly he would have stopped to inspect the wand.
But his heat was encroaching on his every thought; he was getting hotter and hotter by the minute, so Tom did not care. He used the wand to vanish both of their clothes and threw the wand over his shoulder.
Tom let out a whine at the skin to skin contact, the alpha's skin seemed to almost be a cooling balm to his hot body hottoohotmateknotnow—
Harry's hands had found purchase on Tom's hips. Tom knew there was going to be bruises from his tight grip on them but Tom found that he quite enjoyed that thought.
Tom attacked Harry's neck, nipping and licking and sucking anywhere he could reach. Tom grinned when he heard Harry moan at the bite Tom had given him.
While Tom was mauling Harry's neck, the alpha's hand slowly took grasp of Tom's omegan cock.
Tom gasped, pleasure shooting up his spine. Due to his lack of sexual encounters and heat, Tom was over sensitive.
As Harry began to stroke Tom's cock, using Tom's precum as lube, Tom was practically loosing his mind.
The way Harry spread his thumb over the tip, smearing more of his precum everywhere. Tom couldn't take anymore, by the time he would cum he wouldn't even have been on the alpha's knot.
"Stop," Tom growled, baring his teeth at the alpha beneath him.
Harry instantly stopped, almost flinching away from Tom's cock.
Harry was breathing almost as heavily as Tom, face flushed and staring at Tom with such voracity.
Tom adjusted himself on Harry and both Harry and him moaned when his arse made contact with Harry's cock.
"Knot. I need your knot. Now, alpha," Tom ordered, because Tom swore if he wasn't impaled on Harry's dick in the next minute he would—
Harry surged up to meet Tom's lips with his own.
Tom didn't expect it, and was about to pull away when Harry flipped the two over, pinning Tom's wrists in a manner similar to what Tom had done to Harry before.
Harry began to kiss Tom more ferociously, and it wasn't long until Harry's tongue met Tom's. Tom found Harry's eyes in the dimly lit room, and Tom knew that Harry was teasing him. Tom's growl at the thought was swallowed up by Harry's mouth though.
By then it was a battle of wills.
As their tongues twisted against each other, Tom arched his back, bucking up his hips against Harry for some kind of friction.
Harry eventually had to let go of Tom's wrist though to hold Tom's hips down.
And that was when Tom struck.
He quickly rolled them again, regaining his position on top.
He snarled at Harry when he gripped his hips again, no doubt to flip them over again. Harry kept his hands on Tom's hips but made no move to change positions.
Tom, wanting to be sure that Harry wouldn't try anything, looked around for the wand he had thrown away earlier. He knew his own was on the floor, but the other one had to be near.
Tom found it resting on the edge of the bed. Perfect.
He grabbed it and muttered a spell under his breath. To low for Harry to hear.
Harry gasped when ropes wrapped around his wrists and pulled his arms up until they were restrained above his head.
Tom bent down until his and Harry's lips were just inches apart. Using Harry's wand he made their clothes disappear.
And the result was pure pleasure. The skin to skin contact was like finding an oasis in the desert.
Both of them were moaning and panting at this point. Tom could see beeds of precum leaking from his cock, but he knew he still needed more. He needed to be absolutely filled.
Harry hissed when Tom grabbed onto his cock.
His licked his lips, he couldn't even touch his fingers together when wrapped around the alpha's cock. Tom made a pleased sound in the back of his throat. It's a good thing his alpha isn't lacking in the size department.
Before Tom could finally be filled, he heard Harry making a panicked noise in his throat against what he knew Tom was going to do next.
Annoyed, Tom looked up at Harry glaring at the man. "What?" He snapped.
Harry gasped as Tom began moving his hand up and down Harry's prick, back and forth. "Lubricant," he said in between gasps.
"Summon some lubricant," he moaned as Tom squeezed his cock.
Tom was nevertheless pissed. Why was his alpha saying he needed lubticant!? Couldn't he see that he was leaking slick literally right out of his arse!? Did the alpha think that his slick wasn't good enough?
Absolutely livid at the thought, Tom moved until his face was breaths away from Harry's leaking prick.
Tom made eye contact with Harry, his green eyes shining in the dark, Harry's eyes showed confusion. Tom could almost imagine the man's thoughts, 'Why isn't he getting any lube?'
Tom took in Harry's cock into his mouth before he could think about anything else.
Harry squealed at the mouth on his cock, thighs tightening around Tom's head. Prick twitching violently when Tom dipped his tongue beneath his foreskin, a moan quickly following after.
Tom hummed around the cock in his mouth, the taste certainly not displeasing but all Tom could think about was how he wanted the cock somewhere else.
He began to take in more and more of the alpha’s cock, gagging when it reached the back of his throat, he bobbed his head a few times for good measure.
Tom quickly pulled off of his cock before Harry could cum, a strand of saliva connected to his lips and the alpha’s cock. The alpha growled at the loss, but it surprisingly bore no effect on Tom.
"That should be enough lubricant, right?" He asked. Not like he cared about the alpha's response in the first place since he was not wasting any more damn time from getting filled.
"What—"Harry couldn't even finish his sentence, as Tom wouldn't let him because just at that moment Tom had lead Harry's spit soaked prick to his entrance and it had already penetrated his arse.
Harry couldn't even moan as Tom has swallowed that up when he went to kiss the man, swallowing his moans while rocking down on his cock.
Tom had finally broke the kiss when he sank down fully onto his cock. Both of them gasped for air, accompanied by moans of pleasure.
Tom's inner omega purred with satisfaction, he was finally full and being bred as he should, he was on cloud nine right now.
But, it still wasn't enough. It wasn't long before Tom began moving, lifting himself up and down again and again, dragging himself on Harry's cock.
Harry's moans were choked from the pleasure Tom was giving to his cock. He could feel Tom tighten around him, trying to make his knot inflate, Harry had never felt anything like it before.
And Merlin, Tom smelled so sweet, he gums itched with the urge to break through these restraints and sink his teeth into the omega's neck.
Tom saw stars when Harry thrusted up into Tom, hitting his prostrate with the head of his cock, eliciting a long loud moan out of Tom.
Tom began licking and nipping at Harry's neck and collarbone, "D-do that again!" He commanded his alpha.
Harry with the strange need to please, began thrusting up into Tom with no hesitation.
The moans of the alpha and omega echoed throughout the room; it wasn't long until Tom was elated to find that Harry's knot was beginning to inflate.
Panting with the extersion, Tom thought of how to make Harry knot him as soon as possible.
He rested his head on Harry's chest, where he found the alpha's nipple inches away from his mouth. He was overcome with the overwhelming urge to bite and suck at the pink nub.
And Tom wasn't one to deny himself of what he wanted. He latching onto the pink nub and began to nip and suck at it with vigor as he began to reach his orgasm.
He hadn't expected Harry to go absolutely crazy from that action. Harry screamed with pleasure and Tom was overwhelmed by the fact that it only took a few more thrusts for Harry to thrust one last time and finally knot him. The knot locked into Tom, firm against his insides, triggering Tom's own orgasm.
Tom whined as spurts of cum splattered against both their stomachs while Harry's cum began filling Tom's womb. Did Tom remember to put the sterile spell on himself? However, Tom was too euphoric about the fact that his alpha had knoted him to care.
Harry seemed to be coming down from his high as clarity returned to his eyes. He looked down for his eyes to be met with Tom.
Had he really just done that? Had he really just had sex with him? Oh Merlin he's not wearing a condom—
Tom cut his train of thoughts off as he spoke. "So," his voice was hoarse from their previous activity but somehow still had that smooth baritone sound to it. "Your nipples are what gets your rocks off huh?" He asked with a smirk. Harry feels heat rise up to his face as that.
"What a great way to tease you to oblivion," Tom remarked, the smugness ingraved into his voice. Harry threw his head back with a groan as Tom took another lick at his sensitive nipple.
Harry is a weird alpha, all things considered, Tom thought absently.
Well it's a good thing, he thought. He doesn't want a controlling alpha as a mate.
That thought made him pause. Potter as his mate?
Tom hadn't really planned on what would happen after his heat. They couldn't go back to being strangers surely, and Tom's heats would probably be very irregular, considering he hasn't had any for years. Being mated to an alpha would most likely normalize the consistency and schedule of his heats, and would generally benefit Tom as he wouldn't have to suffer through one alone each time.
Now that Tom thought of it, Harry wouldn't be a bad mate for him at all.
He was perfect, considering the fact that he had such an un-alpha like personality and that he was the minister as well.
Tom looked up to see Harry staring at him, once the alpha had realized he'd been caught he looked away, face flushing a cute pink out of embarrassment.
That made Tom smile, a small purr rumbling out of his chest.
Yes, Harry as a mate wouldn't be bad.