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It was finally the night Tom would be coming home. He had been away for a good while during the run of Betrayal on Broadway but now he was making his way across London from the airport on his way to your shared house. To you.
As if he knew you were thinking of him, the sound of a key being turned alerted you to Tom finally being home.
You left the sofa you had quietly been reading on that evening and padded over to the front door just in time for it to open and Tom to step through.
His hair was a wild curly mess, no doubt from incessantly running his hands through it on the long flight. Beneath his glasses you could see his eyes were tired like he hadn't gotten a wink of sleep, which was probably true since he had trouble keeping himself calm when in public.
Tom was too busy pulling his suitcases through the door to notice you at first, giving you ample time to stare at him. How tightly his jeans gripped his thighs and calves, how his black peacoat accentuated his broad shoulders. He was glorious.
It was your little content sigh at having him home that caught his attention. His eyes snapped to you, and whatever tired and stressed expression was there before was wiped away, replaced by his beautiful full smile that lit him up.
"Darling, how I've missed you." Tom forgot all about his bags and the open door and pulled you hard to his chest. His strong arms enveloped you and you lost yourself in his preferred orange cologne and the scent you could only describe as *him*. He was doing the same thing to you, nuzzling his nose into your neck and drinking in your scent, his beard soft and fluffy against your jaw.
"I've missed you too," you sighed into his chest.
For a long time you just stood there embracing while the cool winter air flowed through the door. It eventually got to the point where you began to shiver which seemed to jolt life back into Tom. He kicked the door closed without looking then hoisted you up into his arms, bridal style.
You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck, playing with his long curls at the nape of his neck. He shuddered at your touch and gave you a light peck before carrying you upstairs to your bedroom. Clearly Tom wasn't *that* tired from travelling all day.
Once past the threshold to your room, he gently placed you back on your feet
"I couldn't stop thinking about you the entire way here," Tom murmured, grabbing your waist in his sinfully big hands and pulling you flush against him so you could feel his hard length pressed against your stomach.
"Mmm, have you been hard for me all day?" You ask, your hands crawling underneath his coat and shirt to rake your nails down his back just how he likes.
"A good majority of it." He shivered as you scratched him soft and slow. "Our video calls may have gotten me through the last few months, but nothing compares to having you in front of me."
You agreed completely. Nothing topped the real thing. "Yeah. The camera doesn't do you justice." Though Tom wasn't dead on his feet, you wanted to take care of him tonight. You know that your pleasure was his pleasure. He would please your for hours without allowing you to touch him for long or touching himself. It was incredibly arousing for him to do so much to you and see his cock hard and wanting, pre-come smearing everywhere, never faltering. You would return the favour.
You pushed up on your toes to kiss him deeply, swallowing his answering moan as your tongues met and danced. He tasted of whiskey, hints of vanilla and oakwood from what you assumed he had drank on the plane. You had missed his soft lips and devilish tongue so much you spent longer than intended reacquainting your mouthes.
When you broke away for much needed oxygen, he immediately went for your neck, kissing and nipping at your skin while his hands travelled down to grip and your ass and press you against him more forcefully.
"So much better," he whispered between kisses.
Anymore and you were going to lose your resolve and let him fuck you senseless. "Wait wait wait," you said, withdrawing your hands from his back to place them on his chest.
Tom straightened and growled in frustration, eyes bordering on wild with lust. "*Please* don't tell me you left the oven on or something equally trivial in this moment." His tongue came out to wet his pink lips, slightly swollen from your kisses.
"Shh, I'm not stopping. I just want to take care you of tonight."
A V formed between Tom's eyebrows like you had just incorrectly quoted Shakespeare to him and you couldn't help but smile. This wasn't the first time you had requested to do this so you weren't sure why he wasn't understanding.
"But why?" He eventually asked, bewildered.
"Because you've been working so hard for so long and you've had a long journey. Let me satisfy you. If you really want you can make it up to me when you've slept."
Tom looked like he was going to reject your offer but eventually settled on a nod.
"Good boy," you praised, delighted that he reacted exactly the way you wanted him to. His cheeks dusted pink, highlighting his freckles and he bowed his head shyly. With just those words he knew you were going to take care of him and he was ready to cede control.
"Now my love, I want you on your knees."
His blue eyes dazzled in excitement and took a step back from you. With slow deliberation, he sunk to his knees before you, keeping his thighs lifted and leaning back on his heels to fully display his long and elegant body.
"Take off your coat."
Again with slow movements to draw out the action, he began to unbutton his coat, deft fingers making easy work of them. Then, he pulled the sides of his coat open and back, his pec muscles showing clearly through his dark blue fitted long sleeves as he shimmed the outerwear down his arms where it fell to the floor.
Without the coat in the way you could see more of him now. His leant back posture meant his shoulders looked wider than usual, and his abs were flexing with each deep steadying breathe he took. His thighs were splayed beautifully in his jeans. You could see the hard outline of him, straining at the fabric so much so you could see him twitch.
"You're so beautiful," you say because you can't help it. He's the most magnificent man you've ever laid eyes on and he is *yours*.
"Jeans - off." You nearly give in to your own desire to touch him when he pops the button and pulls the zip down on his pants. Of course he wasn't wearing underwear and now his length was finally free of its confines, standing tall and stiff, pre-come glistening on the head. It takes some maneuvering but he eventually gets out of his pants and returns to his earlier position.
"I've missed having you like this. Tell me, how do you feel?"
Tom licked his lips again. "I feel exposed."
"In a good way?"
"Always in a good way with you," he says and your heart swells with love for him. You knew being in the spotlight made him uncomfortable sometimes and he would do everything he could to mitigate with self soothes of his chest or neck, but not once during these intimate moments did he ever feel he needed to do that. He trusted you completely with his body and his soul and you would fulfill that trust.
You give him a warm smile which he returns and you walk over to the bedside cabinet to grab supplies that you know he knows what they are, brfore you're stood behind him. His hands twitch at his sides but he makes no other move. To his surprise you kneel between his spread calves and press yourself against his toned back. Without his long legs making him tower over you you're able to reach his neck and and ears easily now. You press a tentative kiss on the spot just below his ear that you know drives him wild and it doesn't disappoint. He groans and his hips jerk forward on their own account. Such a strong man being so pliant and responsive to your touch has your underwear drenched your but you were ignoring that for now.
"What were you thinking about that made you hard on your journey?" You whisper in his ear, taking the lobe between you teeth and tugging.
Tom shivered. "I was thinking about everything. I thought about being buried inside you." You kissed his sensitive spot again before dragging your teeth along the skin. "*Fuck.* I thought about you filling me and riding me until a came all over the sheets. Just doing everything with you that I've missed."
"Mmm, I can help with that last one."
You take off your own clothes and attach the harness on your hips. Tom manages to be good and not look at you even though with every sound the harness makes as you secure it he shifts.
"Shirt off."
You delight at every shift of his muscular back as he follows your command and you can't help finally touching him my dragging your nails down his back again.
He whines and you give in to your desire to touch him. You wrap your arms around his chest, relishing in his warmth and sturdiness. Your strap is pressed between his ass cheeks and he can't stop himself grinding back on it.
"Please take me, this is almost painful," Tom complains and you comply as you weren't trying to punish him in anyway.
"Let's get you ready, hmm?"
Tom bobs his head rapidly in excitement and god you could never say no to him. You lubed up a finger and gently pushed it into him, feeling him squeeze down on the intrusion. "Love you need to loosen up for me," you gently remind him, stroking his happy trail with your other hand in a comforting manner.
"Sorry, sorry," Tom gasps out. You know he's clenching from pleasure but he knows you can't go any further unless he relaxes.
Once he finally calms down, you add a second and begin to scissor them and gently stretch him wider. Tom's breathing is already heavy by the time you're lining yourself up at his entrance. You place your hands on your hips and slowly guide him back onto your length.
Tom growls low and guttural as the head pushes in. You let him set the pace until he's comfortable, eventually seating himself fully on you. You're flush together and you can feel the tension in his body and you're desperate to make him feel good.
You start with slow and shallow thrusts, barely brushing against his sensitive spot but he's loving it all the same, hands finally giving up the fight to hold onto your hands at his waist.
"Do you feel good?" You ask.
"Yes, fuck. So fucking good," he pants.
"Good. My sweet boy deserves to feel good all the time," he makes a keening noise and drops his head back where you can kiss his cheek lovingly.
Your thrusts increase in pace until the room is filled with the sounds of Tom's moans and your hips hitting his ass. Both your knees and his were going to hurt in the morning but that was a worry for a different day.
By now, you were well and truly hitting his spot with hard snaps. It was time to push him over the edge. A hand left his hips and lightly gripped the base of his cock. Your rhythm stuttered as he bucked into your hand but he settled down when you soothed him.
"I'm sorry I'm so close already," Tom said around his breathy moans.
You press your nose into his hair ro nuzzle him. "You've had a long day, darling. Never apologise for enjoying yourself."
You begin to stroke him languidly, gathering all the pre-come that had beaded on his head to make your movements fluid. He's so stiff and twitching under your hands, you can just imagine how swollen and pink his head is with the skin pulled back. Each thrust into him made the harness rub against you and you wagered you could probably come when he did.
Languid strokes turned into purposeful tugs in your strong grip.
"I'm going... to..." Tom stuttered out.
"Shhh, come for me my love, I've got you." That was all it took for Tom to begin pulsing in your hand. A moment later and he wildly bucks into your hand as he came with a strangled sob of relief. His come coats your fingers. The thought of his come now painting your floor and hands is enough for you to grind down on the harness and follow him across the edge, latching your teeth onto his neck as you rode out your orgasm.
When you finally came back down, you detached your teeth, noting smugly that he would bear your mark for a few days.
"Are you alright love?" You ask, slowly slipping yourself from within him.
"Yes," he breathed, falling forward onto his hands.
"Good, now let me get you cleaned up and in bed." You stood on shaky legs and helped him up and over to the bed where he laid down. After going to the bathroom to fetch a towel soaked in warm water, you gently clean away the mess and then you clean the floor. Tom is barely awake when you climb into bed beside him, tugging you into the circle of his arms to rest your head on his chest.
"I love you so much," he mumbled sleepily, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
You respond by kissing his chest and snuggling deeper, feeling his hair tickle your face.
"I love you too."