The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

I don't know how long it took, Tom barely broke free from his lust, because Harry was about to suffocate from lack of oxygen - obviously the young savior didn't know how to adjust his breath in a deep kiss - Tom was in a good mood for this fact , and reached out his hand to help Harry, who was panting heavily.

"Have we determined our orientation now?"

Harry hadn't fully recovered yet, and looked at him with a slightly blushing face, unable to speak at all.But he was not in a hurry to answer, because the kiss just now had already answered everything.

He had never had such a long and deep kiss. It was gentle and seductive at first, but before he knew it, it became unscrupulous and predatory, silently revealing Tom's true style.Harry wasn't surprised, he could feel the greedy desire of the other party, which made his muscles tense, his whole body was hot, and his breathing was difficult.He realizes that he wants to go further, that he can take more than he thought...

When Harry came back to his senses, he found himself looking at Tom emotionally. The usual interest in the latter's outstanding face disappeared at some time, and became deep and unpredictable.That look almost pushed Harry into a corner.

Harry swallowed, not sure what to say, embarrassed and nervous.

"Do you want to go to the suit shop together?"

Tom spoke precisely when he was embarrassed, using a no-brainer topic.Harry nodded instantly, relaxing almost gratefully.

But Harry was a little premature.Tom said again: "So, do you want to stay tonight?"

Harry's eyes widened, and he even wanted to agree for a moment, but in the end his reason returned in time, and he shook his head quickly before he regretted it: "No!"

Tom obviously expected his reaction long ago, and said unsurprisingly: "Then pack your things now, we'll go to dinner after ordering clothes, and then send you back to school directly."

Ten minutes later, they were in the customary limousine driven by James, all the way Harry was thinking about how to politely refuse Tom's offer to send him back to school.

He still hadn't forgotten Tom's plan to dig out Hogwarts' position step by step in the morning. If he did that, and finally found out that there was no boarding school called Hogwarts, Harry would be speechless.

According to Catherine, the tailor-made suit shop took about half an hour by car, and it took James more than 20 minutes to drive to the destination.Harry hadn't thought of a suitable reason until now, and he didn't want to get out of the car sadly.

Tom noticed his depression, and he could probably guess the savior's little troubles. Originally, he said that because he wanted to see him secretly distressed, but now he kind of shot himself in the foot.Compared with the shy and excited savior during the kiss, this absent-minded look is not very fun now.

"Do you need me to carry you down?"

Tom tried to get Harry's attention, and succeeded with just one sentence.

The red-faced and vivid savior reappeared on the spot.

"……no need!"

Harry jumped out of the car, and Tom led him into the shop with a smile.

The store is not big, but the decoration looks very expensive. They arrived earlier than the appointment time, but the store was ready.Harry sat on the single sofa to rest, and Tom was led to fill in the information by the elderly shop owner.

"I need to measure you personally."

Harry's ears perked up when he heard the shopkeeper say that.

"Just take off the jacket, I will pay attention to the error of size."

He couldn't help but look over. Tom took off his coat and stood in front of the mirror to take the measurements with the store owner.

The tape measure was pressed against his shoulder line, and Harry would have been jealous had it not been held by a gray-haired elderly man.In fact, just staring at the place where the tape measure was pasted made his mouth dry.

Tom is in fantastic shape.It is not just the degree of graceful muscle lines, what is more rare is the size and length ratio of the bones - that is the essential factor that determines the overall beauty of a person - making him attractive enough just from the back.

It wasn't the first time Harry had discovered what a fascinating shell Tom had, but after the impressive kiss just now, it felt very different this time.All of its charm points are connected with more exciting images, completely out of the control of the brain, and charming thoughts crawl out from the corners, small and dense, difficult to detect, difficult to ignore, and difficult to eliminate.

"Harry, if you look at me like that again, you might not be able to go back to school at night."

Tom adjusted his sleeves in front of the mirror and made a sound abruptly.

Harry looked back as if electrocuted, feeling a constriction in his stomach.He's sure he's blushing damned again, and he's only thankful that the shopkeeper has taken the measurements and gone into the back room.

But the details of Tom's body lingered in his mind, Harry gradually changed his mind, and suddenly a flash of inspiration——

why not?

Anyway, they had been so out of the blue from the beginning of their relationship, and since he knew he could take it—or rather, he wanted that at all—why didn't he just stay?

Thinking of this, Harry couldn't help looking eagerly back at Tom, who had put on his coat again and was discussing the details of the customization with the shop owner.

Although Tom mentioned it twice, Harry knew he was mostly joking, and Harry wasn't really sure Tom really wanted him to stay.Now he regretted being so resistant all the time.Thinking about it carefully, this can also solve the dilemma of being sent back to Hogwarts by the way. I don't know what to be afraid of, it's just stupid.

Harry waited for a long time before Tom finished talking with the store owner and came over to ask Harry to leave together.

James drove them to the place for dinner. After getting out of the car, Harry noticed that the surrounding environment was very familiar. It was the block near Moen's Bar.

"I guess it's closer to your school," Tom explained. "It's convenient to take you back later."

"Er... don't send me, Tom..." Harry said feebly.Walk into the restaurant with him.

"You think I should let my underage lover walk back to school alone at night? Harry, I'm the one with the car."

"...I can stay!" Harry finished impulsively, a little dumbfounded, unable to believe that he really said it.

Tom stopped walking towards his seat and turned to look at Harry, who was forced to stop and meet his gaze.It was obvious that he had brought it up by himself, but his eyes were unabashedly full of shock.

Tom was a little amused: "Are you really going to stay overnight?"

Harry nodded hesitantly.Tom moved closer. "You know what's going to happen?"

That deadly tone again - Harry's heart pounded uncontrollably whenever Tom said something suggestive in that oppressive tone -

"I-I'm not so-so sure..."

Tom examined his expression, and raised the corners of his lips slightly: "It's not the time yet, Harry. Nevertheless, I'm very happy and looking forward to it..." His voice faded away, and he gently lifted Harry's cheeks, admiring them Slowly flushing under his gaze, "You know, Harry, we're getting a lot of attention right now."

Unbeknownst to Harry, he hadn't bothered to think about Tom's words in this situation - Tom was approaching him - and he kissed him again.

This time it was short and superficial, but the effect was amazing.Harry heard the sound of cutlery falling around him, recovered from his embarrassment, and realized Tom's words slowly—

Probably since just now, the ambiguous actions of the two men have been very eye-catching.Until they kissed in public, their jaws dropped in shock.

"You did it on purpose!" Harry growled in a low voice.He felt countless gazes on his back.

"Interesting, isn't it?" Tom asked refreshedly, without denying it at all. "What shall we eat?"

Harry followed him to the seat by the window, and saw the waiters approaching in awe and timidity, handing them the menus with trepidation, and the nearby diners were all extremely curious and did not dare to peep openly Looking at it, I couldn't help agreeing with Tom's opinion a little bit.

"...bad taste." He still insisted on his position in the end.

It's a pity Tom saw right through him with just one glance from the menu: "Don't pretend you're not having fun, honey."

Harry noticed the waiter shudder at the crappy title.

He finally couldn't help it, and laughed out loud.

Throughout the dinner time, Harry reviewed his treatment in the wizarding world, and basically their every move would cause people around them to make a fuss secretly.In the past, Harry was very annoyed by this, but today, perhaps influenced by Tom's attitude, he enjoyed it a little bit, and he could happily cooperate with Tom's whim, calling "my dear" nasty.

When he left the restaurant, Harry was still immersed in the fun of the reversal, and unknowingly followed Tom into the car.

It wasn't until James asked the specific address of Hogwarts that Harry woke up like a dream, and suddenly found that the problem had not been resolved!

"I...Hogwarts does not allow outsiders to enter...uh..." Harry racked his brains to find excuses, but felt that each one was clumsier than the other...

Or bite the bullet and cast a spell on them?Confusion spells or something...

But at the thought of casting a spell on Tom, Harry suddenly found it difficult to accept.

"Let's go to the Moen Bar first." Tom finally couldn't stand it anymore, and rescued him.

James obeyed and started the car.Harry was momentarily relieved, but he knew he still had to come up with an effective narrative when he got to the bar.

The car arrived at the destination very quickly, and Harry was about to despair. Tom suddenly asked, "You have to go back alone, don't you?"

Harry nodded apologetically, looking at him with the utmost sincerity.

"can."

Tom decided to be merciful and let the Savior go, since exposure to the wizarding world would do him no good in concealing his identity.

"But when you get to the dormitory, call me and let me know."

Harry's eyes lit up: "No problem!"

The car stopped and Harry knew it was time to get out.But Tom's silent gaze made him unable to move his hip.

"I'll be on a business trip for a while, Harry," Tom whispered. "To a foreign country, and the phone won't work."

Harry asked in surprise, "When? How long?"

"Tomorrow morning. About half a month."

It was so sudden.Harry wasn't prepared for it in the slightest.Although they didn't get along for a long time, Harry already felt that Tom couldn't live without Tom on the other side of the phone.

He asked, "Is it... very important?"

Tom: "Yeah."

"That can't be helped..." The light in Harry's eyes dimmed, a little sad, "I will wait for you."

"Yeah." Tom murmured.Harry's eyes lingered lingeringly in the car, as if every inch of space was occupied by him.

But Harry had to go back to school after all. When he opened the car door, Tom finally told him, "Don't forget to call when you get back. Tonight is the last call."

Harry paused, turned around suddenly, and kissed Tom on the face unexpectedly, "Wait for my call." Then, without waiting for Tom's response, he strode out of the car door and ran into the dark night.