"Um, sir?" Harry whispered. The Dark Lord looked up from the book he was reading with a raised eyebrow.
"What is it?" The Dark Lord asked, amused by Harry's submissiveness, but not the fact he had been interrupted from his reading.
"I, well, I wanted to thank you for waiting. I...thanks." the boy blushed a delicious shade, and looked to the ground for comfort.
"Who said I was waiting for your benefit?" Lord Voldemort asked, not wanting to seem soft. In all honesty, yes, he was waiting for the boy's consent. He preferred Potter be a willing subject. He wanted his full devotion, and possibly love.
"I, um, I thought," the boy stumbled over his words, stammering, "Never mind," he said quietly, and made a move to walk away. The Dark Lord was out of his chair and was beside Harry within a few quick strides. He encircled the boy in his arms, and Harry almost seemed to lean into the embrace.
"Would you like to let me know when exactly you will be ready?" Lord Voldemort said, his break warm against Harry's neck.
"I was thinking now," Harry said shyly. The Dark Lord was stunned, but his expression remained emotionless.
"You're sure?" he asked, curious as to why the boy had finally come to his senses and realized the Lord had only the best intentions.
"Yes...unless you don't want to," Harry finished quickly. He was not sure what he was getting himself into. "Can you be gentle?" he questioned hopefully.
"I just want you to be comfortable. I'll take it slow."
And blah blah blah they've been happy ever since. GAG.