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He found Harry in one of the guest room in the 3rd floor, sitting on the couch facing the warm fireplace. Harry's brows were furrowed and Voldemort could feel the confusion coursing through their link. His mind however was singing various muggle nursery rhymes, much to Voldemort's chagrin. There was a slight whispering accompanying the singing but the blasted nursery rhymes were drowning it out.
It was fascinating, really. Harry may not have proper training in occluding his mind but he managed to create his own protection and he seemed to be doing it instinctively. Most of the time, it was muggle nursery rhymes. Other times, it was that strange song. The effect was the same, of course. The songs drowned out his thoughts. Unfortunately for Harry, he seemed to be unable to continuously do it while awake and only seemed to happen when Harry was distracted.
Voldemort stayed by the door for a few minutes, simply staring at Harry. The amber glow of the fire created an ephemeral glow on him. His unruly black hair, vibrant green eyes and the simple white robes only serve to make him look like one of those angels decorating the stained glass windows of the church they always went to during Sunday in his youth.
At the silent reminder of his past, Voldemort shook his head and finally entered the room, closing the door behind him quietly.
It wasn't silent enough though because Harry stated without looking away from the fireplace, "Something is wrong with me."
Voldemort walked towards him as he continued, "I just made a fool out of myself in front of so many people."
Voldemort stopped right next to Harry, listening quietly as he added in a confused but equally amused tone, "I made you choose between me and a bloody snake."
Voldemort sat next to him before finally explaining, "The fertility potion has the side-effect of fluctuating one's hormones, giving way to various mood swings."
Harry turned towards Voldemort, making them have an impromptu staring contest, as the Dark Lord continued, "Another side effect is an increased libido."
"You have such pretty eyes." Harry stated with an innocent expression on his face, showcasing the first side-effect Voldemort had informed him.
Voldemort raised an eyebrow as he inquired warily, "Is my explanation enough to ease your ire at me?"
Harry hummed thoughtfully for a moment before admitting, "A bit. I'm not going to ask you to consummate our marriage with your snake now."
"Thank you for that." Voldemort drawled.
"I'm still a bit crossed though." Harry added, moving his body so that he was fully facing Voldemort, “I’m still thinking of your punishment.”
“Will grovelling alleviate your ire?” Voldemort asked seriously.
At the solemn expression in his husband’s face, Harry couldn’t help but giggle. He traced Voldemort’s furrowed brows with his point finger as he asked in an amused tone, “Would you even grovel in the first place?”
Voldemort’s eyes narrowed as he replied, “No.”
“Then answering your question would be a waste of time.” Harry concluded, smiling fondly at Voldemort. Voldemort could feel the fondness seeping from their link. He placed a hand on Harry’s cheek, caressing gently. Harry sighed and closed his eyes, leaning on Voldemort’s hand as he whispered, “I don’t know what I’m feeling right now.”
Harry opened his eyes and admitted, “While I was alone, I wanted so badly to punch you.”
Harry trailed his point finger from Voldemort’s forehead towards his cheek as he continued, “But now that you’re here, all I can think of is how handsome you are and-“
Voldemort twitched when Harry pinched his cheek as he commented, “How your cheekbones look like they could cut glass.”
Harry leaned forward and pinched Voldemort’s other cheek as he admitted in a frustrated tone, “I really, really want to kiss you right now.”
Voldemort stared at Harry silently and Harry kept pinching his cheeks. A minute passed by and Harry finally giggled, letting go of Voldemort’s cheeks. He rested his arms around Voldemort’s shoulders and asked innocently, “Do you want to kiss me?”
“Yes.” Voldemort replied hoarsely, placing his hands on Harry’s waist.
Harry leaned forward, their lips just inches away as he whispered, “I’m still debating if I should let you kiss me.”
“Do not toy with me, Harry.” Voldemort growled, tightening his grip on Harry’s waist.
Harry grinned as he whispered, “You’re the big bad Dark Lord. What’s keeping you from taking what you want?”
Harry’s eyes closed when Voldemort closed the gap between their lips as his silent answer to Harry’s challenge. A soft moan left his lips and he placed his hands on Voldemort’s neck as Voldemort deepened their kiss. He felt Voldemort’s tongue press against his and he lightly flicked his tongue against it. Voldemort’s hands began to move downward, leaving goose-bumps all over Harry’s lower body, while their tongues began to dance a waltz Harry has no idea the step to.
When the need for air became too much, they parted only until they could press their foreheads together. Harry was breathing heavily, his eyes dilated and his cheeks as red as Voldemort’s eyes. He could feel Voldemort’s hands on the hem of his robes as he whispered, “More. Give me more.”
He didn’t need to say anything else. He knew that Voldemort understood what he meant. Harry could feel so much through their link. They were all from Voldemort and he was astonished at how many of these foreign feelings were new to him and he had no name for any of them.
All he knew was he wanted more.
Voldemort lifted Harry’s robes up as he kissed Harry’s cheek, his lips trailing from Harry’s cheek to his neck. Harry closed his eyes once more and tilted his head, giving Voldemort more access to his neck. Harry gasped when he felt Voldemort’s teeth pierce the skin. Voldemort didn’t waste any time, pulling the robes up. Harry lifted his arms and Voldemort pulled away from Harry’s neck, leaving a bright red mark against the pale neck. Voldemort lifted the robes off Harry before capturing Harry’s lips once more. He didn’t bother to even try to ease Harry to the kiss, plunging his tongue into Harry’s slightly open lips with abandonment. Harry moaned into Voldemort’s mouth as he was slowly pushed down, his arms wrapping around Voldemort’s neck while Voldemort threw Harry’s robes in front of him.
They heard something crash to the floor but paid it no heed, too preoccupied by the searing kiss that caused so many foreign emotions to course through Harry. Harry barely felt Voldemort pull away, his eyes closed as he let the emotions dance all over him in a frenzied waltz.
He could no longer distinguish which emotions were his and which were Voldemort’s. Every single one of them was so clear and powerful, making Harry’s entire body feel hot and making his heart beat so fast he felt that it might burst out.
The soft kisses Voldemort left his body only served to keep Harry delirious.
But nothing compared to the sudden feeling of warmth enveloping his cock.
Harry gasped and he opened his eyes widely, arching his back as he moaned, “Tom!”
Harry could only keep his mouth and his eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling as Voldemort sucked his cock while his thumbs rubbed the sides of Harry’s hips. Harry’s knees began to shake when Voldemort’s tongue began tracing the sensitive vein before sucking only the tip of Harry’s cock which made Harry finally give out a long moan. Harry’s eyes quickly closed and his hands suddenly grabbed Voldemort’s hair, gripping it tightly. Harry let out another moan as Voldemort’s mouth covered his entire cock once more. Not even the loud slurping sounds managed to make Harry feel an ounce of embarrassment.
All that mattered was Voldemort’s mouth sending jolts and jolts of pleasure to him. Harry had to tighten his grip on Voldemort’s hair when he felt that devilish tongue trail down from the head to his testicles.
He didn’t even know he was sensitive at that part!
He was sure that he was gripping Voldemort’s hair so tightly it would have been painful but Voldemort didn’t even pause. He used his hands to pull Harry’s hips until Harry’s legs were resting on his shoulders. Harry knew his neck would be protesting at his current position soon but all he could do was choke back a moan as Voldemort began sucking one of his testicles while his hands began kneading the cheeks of his arse. Harry sucked a breath when he felt something cold wash inside him all of a sudden.
“Wha-“ Harry’s words cut off into a strangled moan as he felt Voldemort’s tongue trace the rim. He was so lost in the pleasure and the emotions from both Voldemort and his own to even realize that he was subconsciously clenching and unclenching his hole.
Voldemort’s breath was hot against his sensitive skin as he whispered, “Relax.”
Harry barely heard him and arched his back when he felt the tip of Voldemort’s tongue enter him. He subconsciously clenched all over the intrusion, causing Voldemort to tighten his grip on his hips but he stilled as he slowly rubbed his thumbs against Harry’s skin. A few seconds later, he felt Harry’s hole relax slightly, giving him leeway to slowly insert more of his tongue inside. Harry closed his eyes once more, focusing on the strange feeling of Voldemort’s tongue inside him.
It wasn’t exactly painful. There was a bit of discomfort from having something inside him but Harry didn’t really mind it. He shivered when he felt Voldemort’s lips around his rim, silently informing him that Voldemort’s entire tongue was inside him.
He didn’t understand why Voldemort would do such a thing.
Until he felt a jolt of intense pleasure wash all over him with just a flick of Voldemort’s tongue. Harry opened his eyes wide and accidently pulled Voldemort’s hair towards him as he let out a strangled moan, earning a quiet grunt from Voldemort.
As if to punish him for the painful tug, Voldemort flicked his tongue at that spot once more and Harry could honestly say that he actually forgot everything for just that one moment. Harry could only dumbly stare at the ceiling as he began to pant each time Voldemort pulled slightly out before plunging his tongue back into Harry’s willing hole. Each thrust always pushed at that spot that made Harry clench without meaning to.
After a few minutes, Harry swore he sounded like a panting dog. Not that Voldemort was doing any better. He knew his hole was drenched since the squelching sound Voldemort’s tongue made every time it thrust inside him could only be because of Voldemort’s saliva.
The pleasure was undeniable yet Harry felt like something was missing. For some reason, he hasn’t even come yet and that only served to frustrate him. Not to mention, with only his head resting on the couch, Harry was starting to feel the pain of his current position.
Almost as if he heard Harry’s thoughts (which he most certainly did), Voldemort finally pulled away from abusing his hole. He slowly pushed Harry’s upper body to the couch but kept his legs up. Harry lowered his eyes to stare at Voldemort, trailing his finger through the messy black hair which he knew was entirely his fault from all the tugging he had done before caressing the sides of his face. He rubbed his thumb at the saliva escaping from the right side of his lips, realizing that he was actually, for once in his life, unable to say anything at all.
He watched Voldemort lick his own palm before dropping it between Harry’s legs. Harry’s eyes followed his hand, staring at Voldemort hiked his robes up until his hard cock popped out.
Harry couldn’t help but be fascinated by the way Voldemort’s hand wrapped around his own cock, rubbing the saliva all over it before rubbing the pre-cum on the tip with his palm in a circular motion then rubbing it all over his hard cock as well. Voldemort leaned forward, placing one hand on the side next to Harry’s head while his other hand gripped Harry’s hips. Harry’s eyes trailed from Voldemort’s cock to his face, staring at the slightly panting older wizard as he felt the tip of his cock against his rim. Voldemort’s eyes were trained at his face and Harry slowly dropped his legs and placed his hands on the back of Voldemort’s neck as he whispered, “Tell me you want me.”
“I want you.” Voldemort breathed and Harry stared at his dilated eyes as he leaned down, repeating, “I want you, Harry.”
Harry wrapped his legs around Voldemort’s waist as he licked his bottom lip. He pressed his rim against the hard cock, making Voldemort grip his hips tightly. Harry pulled Voldemort by the neck until their lips were just inches away and his own cock was pressing against Voldemort’s stomach, tilting his head slightly as he whispered, “Then have me, my dear Dark Lord. Make me yours.”
An animalistic growl escaped Voldemort’s lips as he crashed their lips together and Harry gasped as Voldemort thrust into him. It felt like the air suddenly escaped from his lungs as he felt Voldemort’s entire cock slam inside him without a warning.
It was almost as if his words had released the beast inside Voldemort and Harry could only cling unto him as he set a fast animalistic pace, letting the emotions from their link mix to the pain of having something as big as his cock inside him with minimal preparations and the pleasure of that very same cock brought by slamming on that spot while his own cock was getting delicious friction against Voldemort’s stomach.
Harry lost himself to this act, his mind no longer working and was simply receiving both the emotions from the link and the reactions his body made. All that mattered was this moment, feeling Voldemort inside him both physically and mentally.
He barely even noticed that Voldemort had pulled away from his bruised lips or heard the repetition of his name leaving the Dark Lord’s lips in a hushed breathy tone, drowned by the sound of their skin slapping against one another. He didn’t even notice he was moaning Voldemort’s muggle name repeatedly as well nor did he notice Voldemort’s forehead against his.
All that mattered was the feelings and emotions surrounding him.
And the magic…
Dear Godric, he could feel Voldemort’s magic surrounding them, wrapping around them as if to provide privacy and security at the same time. He always felt that Voldemort’s magic was addicting but this… this was something entirely different.
He couldn’t explain it.
He felt like was being owned in all aspect. His body was Voldemort’s to do as he wished, his mind was only filled with him, and his magic coiled all over him as if it belonged there.
The most surprising thing of all was that Harry didn’t mind. In all honesty, he loved every part of it.
The pain had already disappeared long ago, only giving way to pleasure. Voldemort’s emotions served only to intensify the pleasure of his body. His magic was absolutely powerful that Harry felt like he was invincible.
He wanted this.
It was what was missing since Voldemort started pleasuring him.
This was what he had wanted without even realizing it.
He wanted Voldemort to give this to him, to keep doing this to him.
He didn’t care if it made him feel like he was owned. He wanted the feeling that came from being owned.
He wanted…
“Tom.” Harry whispered, opening his eyes as he stared at Voldemort, greedily committing to memory his dishevelled hair, the sweat leaving his handsome face and the heavy panting escaping his sly lips. Harry pulled Voldemort closer and rasped, “Make me yours. Come inside me.”
Harry’s lips grasped against his as he pleaded, “Make me feel.”
Harry captured Voldemort’s lips hungrily, moaning as Voldemort quickened the pace. His own hard cock rubbed against Voldemort’s stomach at each thrust and pleasure rocked his entire body each time Voldemort hit that spot.
But it was the strangled moan muffled by their kiss and the tightening of Voldemort’s grip on Harry’s hips as he came inside Harry that drove Harry to his own completion.
There was no other way to describe it.
There was just a surge of sensory overload that pushed Harry to the edge. Voldemort’s completion rippled to the link and Voldemort’s unfiltered thoughts only served to rattle Harry’s entire being, causing him to come between them.
He could feel those intense emotions he had tasted during Tom’s kiss but, this time, it was clearer and Harry couldn’t deny that he wanted it. He wanted to feel it over and over again.
Voldemort lost his balance and fell on top of Harry, making Harry grunt slightly at the weight above him but he did not make a move. It was the most intense climax Harry ever had and he knew it was because it wasn’t entirely physical. He didn’t even move even after he felt Voldemort’s lips latch on his neck, sucking and biting the skin lazily.
Harry began trying to regulate his breathing as he stared at the ceiling, resting his arms around Voldemort’s shoulders. The link was starting to return to its normal state and Harry wondered if Voldemort had lost control over his own mental barriers during sex or if it was a normal occurrence for the both of them during the act itself. His body was starting to ache all over and with the dying pleasure came the unfortunately realization that his lower back was in pain and soreness were already making its way to Harry’s mind. It wasn’t that bad since Harry had a high pain tolerance. Harry’s throat felt dry as well and he couldn’t help but groan when Voldemort slowly got up, pulling out of Harry. Harry felt Voldemort trace his slightly loose rim with his fingers and wondered if the older wizard was actually planning on another round.
If he was, he would be doing all the work.
Harry wanted to sleep now.
Voldemort let out a low breathy chuckle and Harry felt Voldemort’s fingers grow cooler. Harry sighed and closed his eyes as he felt the fingers soothe his rim, realizing that it was some kind of charm that relaxed the muscles and lessened the throbbing pain he was feeling. He felt Voldemort’s lips on his knee cap then his inner thigh before he felt a cool breeze all over him. Harry shivered slightly at the cleaning charm yet he could still feel Voldemort’s seed inside him. He let Voldemort push him slightly to the right then he felt Voldemort lie down next to him. He sighed as he felt Voldemort wrap his arms around his waist. He was too tired to form real words so he simply leaned towards Voldemort and placed his hands over Voldemort’s. The last thing Harry remembered before falling asleep was Voldemort’s magic wrapped around them and the soft lips on his nape.