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“Have you ever kissed anyone?” Harry asked, eyes shining curiously.
“Of course not.” Tom glanced from his summer homework at Harry, who was sprawled lazily on their bed. “Where is this coming from?”
“Billy Stubbs said that I’m an ugly freak, and no girl would ever want to kiss me…”
“Why would you want a girl to kiss you?” Now Tom fully turned in the chair, giving Harry full attention. He met Tom’s eyes shyly.
“I don’t know…” Harry bit his lip, thinking it over. “It would mean someone loves you?”
“I love you, Harry. You don’t need kisses from abstract girls to know that. And you are not a freak, we are wizards, and certainly not ugly, you are very beautiful,” Tom announced seriously.
“You think so?”
“I know so.”
“But between us, it’s you who’s handsome.”
“And why does it make you the opposite? We are brothers, of course you are handsome too.”
“Okay,” Harry agreed, because this was logic he couldn’t go against, even though Tom suspected they weren’t actually brothers by blood.
The story Mrs Cole told them went like this: a woman appeared on the Wool’s doorstep on New Year’s Eve with a child in her arms and another yet to be born. The matrons did their best to help her, but she died, naming Tom in her last breath. Harry’s name was found embroidered on the blanket, and by those details he was considered the oldest, by several months at least, which got mostly disregarded as the time went. They were raised and treated as twins, although often people assumed Tom was the oldest, due to his more mature demeanour and Harry’s easy-going nature.
By all means, Tom had no reason to believe they weren’t real brothers, other than the circumstances of that story not necessarily proving they were. They looked alike but different enough that an observant eye might think they had at least different fathers… Most of all, Tom wasn’t sure if his doubts were in fact hope.
All because of the complicated feelings Tom started to inhibit towards Harry. He loved Harry; loving Harry was simple, it was everything and more. It’s the nature of love, with its diffuse boundaries—no boundaries at all—that Tom found complex. It wasn’t supposed to be such, a sin many would say, appalling and perverse. He didn’t care what others thought, they already deemed him a monster, a devil even for lesser misdeeds. What he wouldn’t bear was to see disgust and disappointment in Harry’s eyes. Kind and loving eyes, that shone bright green whenever they were directed at Tom. To lose it would be the end of Tom’s world.
Harry giggled, hiding under the covers with only the eyes peeking through. “But you are lying.”
“What am I lying about?” Tom tensed. Was he not so subtle in his doubts? He wasn’t ready for Harry having the doubts of his own…
“You used to kiss me on the forehead after reading a bedtime story,” Harry said, and Tom relaxed.
“That’s different.”
“Is it?” Harry’s eyes grew bigger in wonder. “But Tom… why did you stop?”
“Aren’t you too old for this already?” Tom was already too old for this, they were both fourteen, the innocence of bedtime kisses was long gone from his perception. He would totally kiss Harry to bed still, but the manner of it would be so different…
“I’m never too old for your kisses.”
“No?” Tom arched an eyebrow.
Harry shook his head, watching Tom intently.
“Alright.” Tom left the desk to join Harry on their bed. “Do you want the bedtime story first, or just the kisses?”
“Just the kisses.”
Tom laid on the bed beside Harry, who looked at him in anticipation. Mentally counting to three to calm his excited heartbeat, he kissed Harry on the forehead, lingering for a second longer than was proper. He kissed him on the cheeks next, giving attention to each, he wasn’t looking at Harry, eyes closed, not trusting his heart and whatever desires might flare up then. That’s why it took him by surprise, the soft pressure of lips to his.
Tom’s eyes flew open in an instant, and it’s to see the wonderful green full of adoration still, along with the shy pink on Harry’s cheeks. There’s a question in those eyes too, a silent question and a twinkle of mischief.
Tom wasn’t sure if his heart were to stop or run wildly, if he should kiss Harry again like he wanted or pretend this never happened.
“Yay…” Harry cheered softly, his smile stretching awkwardly but wide. “I stole Tom Riddle’s first kiss!”
No pretending then.
“You didn’t steal anything.” Tom shoved Harry lightly, the menace; his innocent and clueless act just earlier clearly was just an act. Harry pouted, so Tom clarified, “I’d give it to you willingly. My first kiss, and second, all of them.”
“All of them?”
Tom nodded. “Only for you, Harry. All of me is yours.”
“I’m so glad…” Harry whispered, and his eyes revealed seriousness in them, the worry now apparent when replaced with relief. “I’m so glad,” he repeated, then chuckled, shaking his head. “I don’t even like girls.”
“Who do you like?” Tom whispered back, tentatively, still barely believing he was hearing right.
“You. I like you, Tom. No, I love you…” Harry said firmly. “Can I kiss you again… like this?”
“You can do anything, Harry. Anything you want.”
“Anything?”
“Yes, but only if you do it with me. No one else, Harry.”
“No one else.” Harry promised, gently touching Tom’s hair, sending a spark of tingling joy.
Their lips found each other, this time immediately moving in a messy dance. Tom ended up on his back, thoughts all abandoned and doubts irrelevant.
“What are you doing?” Harry asked, while lazing around on their bed. Honestly, the only good thing about having to stay in the orphanage during summers was that they had only one bed to share. Unlike Hogwarts, where they went their separate ways to the Slytherin and Gryffindor dorms respectively. Tom just couldn’t wait to become a prefect and have his own separate room so they could spend all the nights together.
They were both already in fourth year, and roughly two years since they started… well, Tom wouldn’t call it dating. Such a simple word couldn’t possibly encapsulate all the intricacies of their relationship.
Much like two years ago, Tom was doing his homework.
"You should too," Tom tried, knowing that it was futile. Harry left all his assignments till the last minute, but had little worries about it since he was confident Tom would come to the rescue helping out with everything. Which he, of course, would. Denying his ’little brother’ anything was a mission impossible.
“Bo-ring,” Harry replied in a sing-song voice. “How about you come here?”
“And do what?” Tom arched an eyebrow, turning around.
“I don’t know.” Harry gazed at him with a suggestive smile. “Suck my dick?”
Tom’s mouth went dry. That sounded better indeed.
“Oh, you’re actually going to do it?” Harry wondered when Tom stood up and proceeded towards the bed.
Instead of answering, Tom simply lowered himself in front of Harry’s crotch, palming it through the trousers. Harry relaxed, letting out a soft sigh, his erection quickly hardening, and Tom fumbled with a zip and underwear, letting it free. It stood and throbbed as if begging to be touched, so Tom did just that.
This wasn’t the first time he did so, exploring each other bodies became a normal routine for them, be it before sleep or in the morning. Sometimes even during the day, like now.
Tom knew that Harry liked it to be licked and touched at the same time, so he wasted no more time, grabbing it at the base and wrapping his lips around the tip. It was getting harder in his fingers, and soon the full length of it was in Tom’s mouth. He put his tongue out, licking round and round, then sucking in the entire length again until it hit his throat, making him splutter. All the while he squeezed his fingers tighter, marvelling at the soft moans escaping Harry, in rhythm with the steady pace.
Harry shifted, sitting up on the bed, so he could grab a handful of Tom’s hair, pulling at them slightly.
“You look so good with my cock in your mouth,” Harry blurted out, peering down at Tom, who could only stare back with his cheeks instantly growing hot, eyes glazed.
“You like that, don’t you?” Harry sounded only slightly surprised, and then smirked. “I bet you were just waiting for it. Who needs a homework when you can do this all day?”
Tom moaned, eyes fluttering from pleasure coursing through him at the words.
Harry fell silent, and Tom peeked to see Harry staring at him in wonder.
“You are actually enjoying it, aren’t you?” He whispered, and Tom nodded as much as was possible with his mouth full of cock.
Tracing a finger under Tom’s chin, Harry hummed. “You know, this suits you. You don’t have to be so smart just to suck a cock. The only homework you’ll ever need is just… more cock in your mouth.”
Harry was throwing it experimentally at this point, watching closely Tom’s reaction, whose cheeks grew hotter with each second and heart rate sped up faster.
“Imagine, just sucking my cock all day,” Harry continued, grasping Tom tighter by the hair and guiding his head to take it deeper. “Like my personal stupid whore.”
In a combination of degrading words and almost choking on the cock, Tom moaned, hips buckling, his own erection straining his trousers.
Harry as well was blushing, not very used to using filthy words like this. He probably heard those inside the Gryffindor dorms, but judging by the glistening eyes, he was enjoying it too.
“What do you even need all this studying for?” Harry’s cock in his mouth grew larger, clearly aroused at the whole thing. “Look how eager you are, just choking on my dick.”
Tom quickened his pace to prove how eager he was, doubling down his effort, using the tongue to send Harry to the higher heights. Any moment he was expecting a load of cum shoot down his throat, and if Harry picked up on the clues Tom was giving out, he wouldn’t give a warning about it, letting Tom chortle around the unexpected release.
Harry didn’t let go of his hair, adding the second hand for a better hold, and then started thrusting himself using Tom’s mouth as that of a rag doll. The only warning Tom got was a sudden stillness before the hot liquid poured down his throat. With Harry’s hands still keeping him in place, Tom could only swallow, emitting sloppy sounds.
Harry didn’t let go of him even as his cock softened in Tom’s mouth, although the hold loosened as his fingers travelled towards Tom’s face, caressing his cheeks. The green eyes were full on sparkling, and Tom could only guess how he himself looked.
“See?” Harry breathed harshly, cheeks flushed. “You are perfect for this.” He patted Tom on the head, cooing sweet praises. Tom let his eyes droop, lulled by the beloved voice of his brother.
Fifth year in Hogwarts was nearing its end, and just like he imagined and strived for, Tom was the perfect and exemplary prefect. With the exception of one Albus Dumbledore, teachers liked him, impressed by his sharp intellect and diligence in all the studies. His marks were all straight Outstandings, and his reputation among peers neat as a pin. He even got a slight following among Slytherins who were all but ready to kneel before him on the verge of worshipping simply because of his ability to talk to snakes.
Harry obviously could speak to snake too—another proof of them being actual brothers—but he kept it a secret among the Gryffindors since they would have the opposite reaction. Harry found it funny how righteous and brave they all acted but turned into a bunch of hypocrites the moment they encountered something fearful. Having a brother in Slytherin, and seeing life from a different perspective than most, Harry was less susceptible to the surrounding biases, if at all. He had many friends, but none that he talked particularly fondly about.
His schoolwork was Acceptable at most, and Exceeding Expectations at best, and even then, he shamelessly resorted to copying Tom’s homework, unbothered to strain his brain more than necessary, preferring to pour all his energy towards Quidditch. Tom adored Harry for this, for being so carefree and brazenly relying on him when it came to anything intellectual.
Harry wasn’t an idiot, and could easily give the smartest students a run for their money, if only he was interested enough. He shined in practical work, when it came to raw power and magical skill, and that’s how he still had a good reputation among most teachers. Besides, some put even more value in the Quidditch points he earned.
They both were known as brilliant Riddle brothers, girls and boys alike flocked to them, infatuated with their looks. Tom hated them all with passion, their attention unwanted and annoying. Blissfully, Harry was oblivious to all the ogling girls surrounding him, or he pretended not to notice. Either way, Tom’s heart fluttered with glee, knowing that Harry was only his.
“They still like you better,” Harry would say, still not fully convinced of how handsome he actually was.
“They only care about my pretty looks,” Tom would spat in irritation. Even if that wasn’t the case, the mere idea of their eyes on him, was preposterous. How dare they to even assume that Tom would ever spare them a glance? His were only on Harry, who he solely belonged to.
“Oh?” Harry teased. “What if I also think that you are pretty?”
Despite himself, Tom blushed because he always liked when Harry called him that, of which Harry was fully aware.
They sat outside during the lunch break under the tree, deciding to enjoy the first warm day of spring. Usually, in public they never let their guard down, playing the roles of normal twin brothers. Not everyone even knew they weren’t exactly the same age, and if they had to guess, typically assumed Tom was the oldest.
None of it mattered, they could be labelled however anyone pleased, it wouldn’t change what they actually were. They didn’t even have to be real brothers, Tom’s old fears long forgotten, because at this point they were so irrevocably entwined, nothing and no one would shake them apart. They were known as inseparable, too, but even that word wouldn’t be enough to describe the infinite affection they shared for each other.
Their eyes connected, a knowing smile playing on the lips. Tom wished to kiss that smile away, but couldn’t, aware of the other students around.
His hold on the sandwich weakened, and it dropped to the blanket on the ground.
Harry giggled. “Silly thing, look what you’ve done.”
Tom’s blush intensified, involuntarily looking to the side. He wasn’t used to being incompetent in public, but Harry knew him too well, his pitying eyes resonating with Tom right to the core.
Harry glanced to the sides as well, and seeing that no one paid them any mind, took out the handkerchief to rub Tom’s palms clean, before flicking his wand for the finishing touch as well as vanishing the unfortunate sandwich. Because of course Tom was too stupid to know any cleaning charms himself.
“Here,” Harry offered the half of his sandwich with a fond smile. “Try not to drop this one.”
Tom opened his mouth to say thank you, but then Harry withdrew his hand.
“On second thought, you can’t be trusted with such a difficult task.” With that he brought it right to Tom’s mouth, offering to eat from his hand, his beautiful green eyes gleaming with mischief.
Ears flaming hot, Tom closed his eyes, momentarily forgetting where he was. This was dangerous, Harry could easily turn him into a puddle of goo with just a single glance. Nevertheless, he complied, biting the offered food.
“Don’t forget to chew, pretty.” He tapped the handkerchief over Tom’s lips.
With the next bite Tom took, he also grazed at Harry’s fingers with his tongue accidentally on purpose, and Harry only shook his head with a smile.
Tom’s entire body was stiff as a board, painfully aware of the people nearby, unable to fully succumb to his true role of a silly little brother. Still, he smiled back, reaching for another bite.
Finishing his prefect rounds for the night, Tom returned to his room, which was just like he wanted, a separate one from any other Slytherins. Harry was already there, sitting at Tom’s desk like it was his own, and flipping through his essays, rewriting paragraphs to his own parchment.
“Took you long enough,” Harry said instead of greeting. “You think, trying so hard will help you hide what a dumb bitch you actually are?”
He didn’t even turn around to look at Tom, and Tom felt his legs weaken in the knees.
“Ah, but you can relax now.” Harry put down the quill and approached Tom, his athletic figure exuding dominance, making Tom slump against the door. “You don’t have to think so hard here. I will tell you exactly what to do, and your little pretty head can be just blissfully empty like it should.”
He lifted Tom’s chin by the finger, bringing him into a slow drawn-out kiss. They haven’t kissed for the whole day, distracted by an intense schedule with the nearing O.W.L.s, and unable to sneak around in the corridors like usual. So the kiss was like a greeting, long and deep, both missing each other tremendously.
Harry kissed him gently, allowing his genuine care and adoration for Tom to slip through, his fingers staying in a loose hold over Tom’s cheek and neck. Tom melted into the kiss, all the unnecessary thoughts and worries fleeing him, as he got pliant in Harry’s hands, ready to be done with as his brother saw fit.
“Mine,” Harry rasped, biting at Tom’s lower lip, his hold becoming more possessive and eyes shiny with arousal.
The next moment he got more forceful and passionate, and Harry groped Tom’s body through the school robes, before flicking his wrist impatiently to leave him completely naked.
He took a step back to admire Tom’s body, looking it over critically. Tom stood, chest heaving, completely exposed, his dick twitching in anticipation.
“So beautiful, so pretty" Harry concluded, clicking his tongue. "Pretty silly sluts don’t need to wear anything, did you know that?"
Tom blushed, shaking his head.
“Oh, I don’t blame you.” Harry’s voice became silky sweet. “After all, there’s only so much your little brain can take. He sat back on the chair at the desk, turning around to face Tom. “Come here, love.”
Tom obliged, and without being told to, dropped to his knees.
“So eager for my cock, are you?” Harry brushed the curls from Tom’s forehead, kissing it softly. “That’s all your little pretty head can think about, is it?”
“Y-yes…” Tom swallowed thickly, practically drooling at this point.
“How lucky for you, my dear.” Harry guided Tom’s hand to his clothed erection, and Tom’s nostrils flared with barely contained want. “Don’t be shy,” Harry cooed. “Say what’s on your mind. Go on.”
“Please,” Tom begged. “Let me touch your cock.”
“You just can’t help it.” Harry tilted his head, as if considering. “That’s okay. I’m here to provide you with everything you need.”
“I need…” Tom’s heart was beating loud and fast.
“Yes?”
“I need your cock.”
Harry arched an eyebrow, and Tom added a breathless, “Please.”
His reward was a smile and a nod. “How can I say no, when you beg so prettily?”
Tom moaned into the kiss Harry couldn’t resist drawing him into, sucking on his lips, making them swell and puff up.
“Mhm.” Harry leaned away, the saliva trickling between them, tracing the finger over the wet lips. “Now you look even prettier, like a picture-perfect cock slut.”
Tom’s eyelashes fluttered as he blinked dully, blushing at the complement.
The sound of a zip was his signal and as expected the hard cock was awaiting him. Blissfully, without another thought Tom sank down, his plush lips wrapping around it deliciously.
“That’s it, good slut.” Harry groaned, all the while playing with Tom’s curls. “Your pretty head should be empty unless it’s filled with my cock.”
Tom’s eyes rolled with pleasure and his low moans sent shivers over Harry’s shaft making him reach the climax in no time, uncaring how unexpected it was for Tom. Good sluts were supposed to take what was given to them. He smiled stupidly, a trickle of cum spilling down his chin, and Harry chuckled, collecting it with his thumb.
“Ah, silly, look what you’ve done.” He pushed his thumb into Tom’s mouth, making him lick it clean. “You don’t want to miss even a drop of my cum, don’t you?”
Tom sucked on the finger, nodding eagerly through the moans, and Harry praised him more, patting his head. “Good. That’s what you are only good for, Tom.”
Harry’s breath hitched and Tom could see he was thinking something over, eyes darting up and down Tom’s naked form. The blush on his cheek intensified, but he didn’t show any nervousness otherwise. He was so good for Tom, giving him exactly what he needed, both so perfectly aligned with each other they could understand most of their inner thoughts without articulating them.
Not that Tom had to have any thoughts at the moment, he reminded himself, sinking deeper into a mindless state, enjoying the freedom of letting go. No need to control anything, to be the perfect overachiever, or the smartest student ever, just a hole for his brother to use to his own satisfaction, like a brainless stupid whore. He was intrigued though, because Harry was clearly bracing himself for something.
Harry took a deep breath, tapping lightly at Tom’s cheek. “Now, I have a surprise for you,” he announced, licking his lips, and Tom’s eyes glazed with anticipation. “Be good, and go lie down on the bed, would you?”
Harry really didn’t have to ask so nicely, because Tom was eager for any command. But he appreciated it, as a mindless silly doll, it was nice to be spoken so softly. Tom did as he was told, crawling towards the bed. The instruction wasn’t particularly clear though, because he could think of a few different ways to do so, but he wasn’t too worried about making a mistake. After all, as a stupid whore, he was allowed to. His lower stomach tightened at the thought, and he stopped at the edge of the bed not moving further, just lying his head on the sheets. His heart pounded, wondering if he’s going to be punished for not completing the task.
“Here you go.” Harry stood behind him, the rough materials of his school robe itchy on the bare skin of Tom’s back. Lifting him up with ease, Harry positioned Tom the way he wanted, otherwise not commenting on Tom’s inability to do so himself. After all, stupid sluts shouldn’t be reprimanded for minor silly mistakes.
Tom’s cheeks burned at the realisation, eliciting a soft contented sigh, when a pillow was placed under his stomach. He was bent over the bed with his ass in the air, and the sweet anticipation was now killing him.
The tip of Harry’s wand traced down his spine, stopping at the lower back.
“I learned this spell specifically for you, Tom, so you wouldn’t have to. No need to fill your silly head with complicated stuff.” He muttered something incomprehensible and in the next moment Tom felt the tingling sensation inside, making him clench his arse uncomfortably, but then it was filled with something wet and soft, and slick, and oh god…
“It’s time we put to use your other hole, don’t you agree, sweetheart?”
Oh god… Harry was going to fuck him.
Tom’s erection tightened against the pillow, and he bit his lip, barely containing the wanton moans.
Tom genuinely had no clue there was a spell for this sort of thing, and his chest warmed with pride of how smart and reliable his Harry was. This was it, that’s what Tom loved so much, to be cared for by his older brother without the need to think for himself. It was for Harry to decide what to do and when, because he simply knew better.
They haven’t gone this far yet in their mutual body exploration, hesitant for no apparent reason. Harry said he didn’t want to hurt him, and Tom accepted it because that’s how it worked. Harry told him to forget about it, and so Tom did, believing he just had to wait and because he had no place to come forth with such suggestions. It was always Harry who initiated everything, who knew exactly when was the right time or place.
If Harry were to take him with no preparation whatsoever, Tom wouldn’t be complaining. His holes existed for Harry’s cock, and he could take him however he wanted. But Harry was unnecessarily too kind and too considerate…
His finger slipped inside, massaging the rim of tight muscles, and Tom’s thoughts once again vanished, as he moved backwards to catch more of that delightful feeling. Harry rested his steady hand on the low of Tom’s back, rubbing small circles there, helping Tom to relax further.
Another finger joined, stretching him, the magically spelled lubricant working wonders, easing any pain and accentuating the pleasure. Harry didn’t really have to add another finger because as far as Tom was concerned he was more than ready. He wiggled his butt impatiently, and Harry traced his hand up and down Tom’s back, and up again, stopping at his neck to remind who was in charge. Tom whimpered, his hole aching for the cock, and he arched his back, presenting himself in full submission.
“My little whore is so impatient for the cock, now, are we?” Harry cooed, breathing hotly at Tom’s ear, his fingers penetrating him in an insufficient imitation of what’s to come, going deeper and stretching wider. “What do you say about that?”
Harry’s fingers found a sensitive spot inside, and Tom could only cry out with a sudden intense pleasure coursing through him.
“Yes, that’s it. Good slut, cry for me. As loud as you can. Don’t hold yourself back. There’s nothing holding you back.”
Harry touched the same spot, gently and roughly, interchanging the force of it, driving Tom insane, and he stopped caring about the sounds coming from his mouth, since Harry permitted him to do so.
“Lovely, isn’t it? No one’s going to hear you but me.” Harry’s fingers continued to pleasure him, and his other hand stroked Tom’s hair in a soothing manner. Goosebumps travelled all the way Tom’s body at the touch.
Tom moaned loudly, the tightness low in his stomach increasing, and soon he was almost screaming from the intensity of the orgasm that hit him. Without any warning or further preparation, Harry withdrew his fingers replacing them with his cock slamming hard to the entire length, and Tom lost it, the aftershocks of orgasm still resonating in his sensitive stretched out hole. He clenched it around Harry’s cock, happily accepting what he craved for so long.
Harry fucked him silly into the pillow, Tom’s spilled out cock rubbing at it with each move, sensitive but fast to spring into hardness again. His face was sploshed on the bedsheets, a small puddle of drool soaking it. Chest heaving, Tom was reduced to low moans. This was how he was supposed to be, so pliant and fully under control of his brother.
Nothing could touch him here, except for beloved hands and cock, no one could judge him or put unreasonable expectations. Being Harry’s stupid whore was easy and natural, he didn’t have to think of anything or even do anything. Just lie there with a drooling mouth, stupidly rolling his eyes from the heights of pleasure. Harry was there for him, taking care of everything, lifting all the burdens from him.
He wasn’t good for anything else, he only had his holes that were to be filled with Harry’s cock and cum. And Harry allowing Tom to come as well was truly generous. He didn’t have to, but he was so kind, so caring.
With a grunt, Harry shifted the angle, embracing Tom fully from behind, still fully clothed. His breath tickled Tom’s neck, as he peppered it with kisses, and Tom squeezed his eyes shut in pure happiness.
They reached the climax at the same time, so synchronised with each other, and Harry didn’t rush to pull away, still hugging Tom, his cock rocking slowly drawing out the orgasm. He stayed like this for longer, kissing the back of Tom’s neck and ruffling his hair.
Tom felt like Harry wanted to say something, but he was too out of it to think hard about it. Thinking hard wasn’t something he did anyway, all his thoughts were just empty-headed and stupid.
Like a doll, he was then turned around, Harry’s cock slipping out with a soft smacking sound. His eyes were drooping, but he kept watching in case Harry had any request for him. Harry shook his head, smiling softly, flicking his wand to make everything clean and fresh. He positioned Tom’s pliant body so he was lying on the back, with a pillow under his head, and pulling the covers over, tucking him inside.
Tom opened his mouth to ask Harry not to leave him, but then realised how stupid it was. Harry was never going to leave him. And indeed, not a minute passed as Harry was beside him, snaking under the covers, now finally undressed. He cuddled to Tom’s naked form, skin to skin contact as much reassuring as the hot breath in Tom’s ear.
“I love you, Tom,” he whispered, and on the verge of sleep Tom hummed, content and agreeing.