Second Chances

08. Girl or Boy?

The groan that Harry gave out was pure need and did nothing to help Tom's state. It had been too long since he had had someone in his arms, he was no monk by any means but it had been a long time, and even longer since he had feelings for his partner, and he seriously doubted any of them had been as strong or as seriously complicated as they were for Harry. Harry buried his fingers into Tom's hair and tugged him closer as he awkwardly tucked his leg up onto the sofa and rested it alongside Tom on the sofa so that he could turn properly into Tom's heat.

Tilting his head so he could taste Harry even deeper Tom pressed himself into the cradle of Harry's thighs, carefully keeping himself raised so he wasn't pressing on Harry's stomach, even while Harry's hands tugged demandingly on his hair. When he tore their mouths apart Tom started making his way along Harry's jaw and down his neck as Harry was sucking in deep lungful of air, tipping his head back helpfully for Tom to carry on his exploration before moving swiftly back up and fastening their mouths together. When he felt a slender hand at his belt buckle however he moved quickly to intercept it, parting their lips with a reluctant groan.

"We can't," He shook his head.

"What? Why! I want to, you seem to want to, it won't hurt the baby! Tom..." Harry's plaintive tone along with his alluring gemstone eyes nearly made Tom give in, but he shook his head resolutely. "Do...do you not want me?"

"Merlin Harry don't look at me like that? It's hard enough saying no as it is," Tom nearly pleaded.

"Then why?" Harry's bottom lip was actually pouting and his eyes filling up leaving Tom torn between sucking on that pout before stripping Harry down and shagging him silly, and hugging him close.

"Because..." Tom cleared his throat as his voice actually cracked. "Because Healer Burns said you had to take it easy until your next appointment with him and he gave you the all clear, and today has been busy and stressful enough,"

"I'm not tired!" Harry snapped, the tears and pout disappearing and an annoyed glare and huff appearing instead.

"Mentally no, but I don't want to risk you straining your body!" Tom argued.

"I'm not tired! I'm horny! Half the time my libido in in full gear and I want you! And you're the reason I'm horny! With your touches and now with your kisses and it was your...your...your minion that helped put me in this state so...so fix it!" Harry ranted. Tom blinked at him throughout the rant before his lips twitched. "Don't you laugh at me mister it's not funny! I'm walking around with a sore back, my ankles are starting to swell, I have a quaffle stuffed up my shirt and half the time I am half hard!"

"I apologise Harry, I do not find your erm predicament amusing, I am just wondering how Lucius would enjoy being called my minion. And I will fix it as soon as Burns gives us the all clear, believe me you are not the only one that wants this. And you do not look like you have a quaffle stuffed up your shirt, you look perfect," Tom assured him, fighting from smiling as the pout came back.

"Don't lie to make me feel better," Harry huffed crossing his arms and looking to the side. He jumped when he felt his shirt...well Tom's shirt being undone and then gentle brushes of kisses being placed on every inch of his stomach.

"I won't ever lie to you Harry, not even to make you feel better. I would not do you that dishonour. You look perfect as you are. You are carrying a baby, our baby, you are carrying my little miracle, that could never be anything put perfect to me and everything that comes with it, even puffy ankles," Tom said quietly, his hand slipping under the bottom of Harry's jeans to stroke said ankle. "I am not good at saying what I really feel or think, or for it being particularly nice when it comes out," Tom sighed exasperated closing his eyes.