Lust (Tastes A Little Like Madness)

The boy danced ahead of him, petal-soft skin and long hair the colour of darkest obsidian winding it's way around trees with an ease and grace Tom could only envy. He turned about corners on dancer's feet, light as a dream, and Tom wanted so badly to touch him that it rose in him like a physical thirst, the pain blooming harsh and vicious in his throat. Faery AU, Tom/Harry slash.