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Voldemort's tongue peeked out, wetting his bottom lip,
"I want us."
Harry groaned and buried his face in Voldemort's neck. Those words echoed in the stillness, louder than a bell. He mouthed Voldemort's neck, nipping him. The man shuddered, breath turning to heavy pants. Harry kissed him, smoothing both hands over Voldemort's sculpted chest and torso. He begged against Voldemort's neck. He fumbled with Voldemort's belt, unbuckling him with one hand,
"Say you'll be in my arms when the sun comes up."
Voldemort bucked when Harry's knuckles scraped his abdomen
"Yes."
Harry kissed his way up to Voldemort's ear, gently tonguing his jaw.
"Say you'll have breakfast with me at that bloody table."
Harry cupped the erection already rock-hard and throbbing for him.
"Say it, V."
Voldemort caught Harry's face in both his hands.
"Yes, Harry."
Harry blinked up at him.
"Yes. To all of it."
Harry wrenched himself away, meeting Voldemort's hazy gaze.
"Want to make love to you, V. Take you. Taste you all over."
A smile curved Voldemort's mouth,
"You'd better."
He pulled his t-shirt over his head and dropped it where he stood as he toed off his boots. Harry watched, rooted to the spot. Voldemort pushed his jeans down his thighs and kicked them off. When he straightened, wearing only tight black briefs, his tattooed skin and that bruise, Harry held out a hand.
Voldemort took it and Harry yanked him into his arms. Voldemort wrapped his legs around Harry's waist, their lips coming together in a rough kiss. Voldemort opened for him, tongue meeting Harry's as he whimpered. Harry palmed his ass, squeezing him as he staggered forward. He pressed Voldemort into the door and held both of his hands up, over his head as they kissed.
The other man writhed against him, skin hot and smelling like the hot sun and salty ocean. Harry inhaled him, grinding his erection against Voldemort's taut belly. He wanted to rush, get inside Voldemort and stay there until the sun came up. But he also wanted to savour him, this might be the only time they got this close, this intimate. He wanted to take his time and taste every inch of Voldemort's pale, tattooed skin. Voldemort moaned into Harry's mouth, arching in the tight hold Harry had on him.
"Harry."
His breath shuddered against Harry's lips.
"Take me."
The way he begged. Harry loved that.
"Not going to take you, V."
He nipped Voldemort's jaw, licked his earlobe then caught it between his teeth.
"Going to make love to you."
He pulled back, staring into Voldemort's heavy-lidded eyes.
"It's what I want. To make love to you."
He slid one hand down between them, caressing Voldemort's chest before catching one of his nipples between two fingers. He pinched. Voldemort flinched. He inhaled loudly then licked his lips.
"This is nice, the pain. I love it, but tonight I just want you."
He leaned forward and kissed Harry, loud and wet.
"I want your skin on mine,"
He murmured against Harry's mouth.
"Want to feel you in me."
He trembled.
"Make love to me."
There was nothing for Harry to say other than,
"Come on."
Voldemort lowered his legs to the floor and Harry took his hand, gripping him extra tight as he led his man to the bedroom. Only one lamp was lit, and his sheets were rumpled. Pillows dented where his head had been. He sat on the edge of the bed and guided Voldemort between his splayed thighs with both hands on the other man's waist. The front of Voldemort's underwear was already damp, cock hard. Harry licked his lips and tugged the briefs down, bending his head and sucking Voldemort to the back of his throat.
"Damn!"
Voldemort grabbed Harry's shoulders when his legs buckled.
"Harry."
He canted his hips, sliding deeper into Harry's mouth. Harry moaned around him. Voldemort's thick shaft throbbed on his tongue, pre-cum making his taste buds come alive. Harry sucked him hard, hollowing his cheeks while Voldemort cursed at him in a rough voice and thrust into his mouth.
This was for Voldemort. Harry wanted him to remember all this, to remember how good they could be, how good they were when he learned the truth. He would learn the truth, because Harry planned to tell him. He just wanted to be selfish a little while longer, to be with this man who made him feel after so long. He pulled Voldemort's briefs all the way off with one hand and cupped his balls when he shifted, widening his stance.
"Ah, Harry."
Voldemort's nails bit into Harry's shoulders.
"Please."
He sounded as if he was close to tears, body shaking between Harry's thighs. Harry knew without having to hear it from Voldemort that he wasn't this open with anybody else. Not many got to witness this part of him. That he got to see this side of the dangerous man humbled Harry. Made him want better, want to be better for Voldemort. Made him want to be worthy of the trust Voldemort had put in him. Unconditional trust.
Harry's eyes stung when Voldemort grasped the back of his head, holding him still as he shoved his way down Harry's throat. In this, none of them was in control. Harry wanted whatever Voldemort wanted. He wasn't in this bed to exert his dominance over Voldemort, not now. Not tonight. He just wanted to experience this, this bliss, this connection that surprised him every time.
He pulled off Voldemort's length and looked up. Voldemort was biting his bottom lip, eyes glazed over, chest heaving.
"V."
Voldemort shook his head. The emotions on his face killed Harry. He smoothed a hand down Voldemort's chest, tweaking his nipples while he licked Voldemort's stomach, tongue swirling over his navel. Voldemort arched into Harry's mouth with a groan,
"Been too long. Don't want to wait."
He caught Harry's gaze, cheeks red.
"Please. Harry. Don't make me wait."
Harry didn't want to wait either. Not now when he felt as if he was going to come just staring into Voldemort's eyes.
"On the bed. On your back."
Voldemort scrambled up and settled back onto the pillows, one hand wrapped around his cock as he pumped himself, hips lifting off the bed. Harry grabbed the lube from the small basket next to his nightstand and stripped in record time.
He watched Voldemort jerk himself off with his head thrown back and mirrored the action, stroking his flesh. Harry gritted his teeth with every pull, the sensation of his fingers on his aroused skin making him shiver. Finally, he got on the bed and knelt between Voldemort's legs.
"Open for me."
He slicked two fingers and rubbed them together, getting them warm before he pressed them to Voldemort's tight hole. The flesh pulsed under his fingertips. Voldemort's body tensed, cock lying across his belly with a thin stream of pre-cum dripping from the tip. Harry rubbed him there, circled his hole and watched it contract.
"Feel so good,"
He murmured.
"So damn good, V."
Voldemort moaned, head thrashing on the pillows.
"Please."
He pushed against Harry's fingers, begging to be breached. Harry gave it to him, easing one finger in.
"Mmm."
The sound was deep and drawn out, rumbling in the room as Voldemort grasped the back of his thighs and lifted his knees to his chest.
"More."
He was a greedy bastard, but Harry complied, giving him two digits. The super tight channel grabbed him, squeezed him, rippled around him, and he ground his lower half into the mattress, needing to ease the ache in his own groin.
"Please."
Voldemort was sobbing, begging.
"Harry."
He worked his hips, circling them, drawing Harry deeper into him and Harry went, helpless against the dark pull. Voldemort rocked back and Harry thrust in hard.
"Ohhh."
Voldemort cried out, body arching.
"Damn."
Harry pushed harder this time, ramming the fingers inside while stroking himself with the other hand. He'd come if he didn't get inside Voldemort. He wanted in. Harry said hoarsely as he got into position.
"Need to come inside you. Want in."
"Yes. Yes."
So needy. Voldemort sounded hungry, ravenous. Exactly the feelings gripping Harry's gut. He slicked himself up without even looking and threw his hips forward, cock pushing at Voldemort's stretched entrance. Voldemort was begging, muttering under his breath while he gripped the sheets with white knuckles.
"Please, please, please."
Harry pressed in and in until he was inside all that heat. Voldemort keened, low and long, eyes shut. Harry stared down at him, emotions clogging his throat. He lowered himself onto Voldemort, and the other man immediately wrapped his legs around Harry's waist. Harry stayed unmoving, getting Voldemort to adjust to him and when Voldemort made that little whimper Harry loved so much, he moved, sinking all the way in.
He bottomed in all that fire and even though his arms trembled, he reached down and caught Voldemort's chin, remaining quiet until Voldemort opened those eyes and pinned him in place with excruciatingly bright emotion in his eyes. Everything Harry felt he saw it reflected back in Voldemort's eyes. Once again, Harry knew everything had changed.
The pain of being breached hardened Voldemort to steel. Harry was inside him, still, throbbing. Emotions dampened Voldemort's eyes and he blinked them away as he stared up at Harry,
"Are you alright?"
Harry's tone was sandpaper-scratchy. His emerald eyes sparkled with a fire that licked at Voldemort's skin. He nodded.
"Yes"
Harry's lips curved and his cock jerked inside Voldemort.
"Let me love you."
He couldn't say no, not when he wanted to be loved. Not when he'd already made the choice. He nodded and Harry thrust into him, cock hitting all Voldemort's nerve endings. Dragging against his walls as they clung to him, moulded to him. Voldemort cried out, moving back, riding Harry, meeting him thrust for thrust.
He lurched up, taking Harry's mouth, almost gagging on the tongue Harry shoved deep. He took the kiss as Harry took his ass, sinking into it as he threw himself into the act of making love with Harry. Every slam into him rattled his teeth, bowed his spine, but Voldemort loved every minute of it. He gripped the sheets and gave as good as he got.
Harry took him, riding him like Voldemort loved, hard and rough, slamming into him pounding his ass until Voldemort grimaced, until his body contorted and he was bent in half, legs over his head, knees almost touching his nose. Harry groaned above him, whispering words too low and rough for Voldemort to catch, but he imagined they were the same words he felt.
That this was too good. Too damn intense, too much. Too everything. But he wanted it all. And he took it all, even when Harry grazed his prostate and made him shout, made his eyes water. Harry clutched Voldemort's balls, pulling, tugging, twisting them until Voldemort sobbed, head thrown back. His eyes were opened, but tears and sweat burned them, blinding his vision.
Harry took everything Voldemort gave, and even what he hadn't known was up for grabs. Voldemort had no words, not to complain. He yanked Harry down onto him, wrapping one leg around Harry's waist to hold him in place, to keep him inside himself, pistoning in and out. They were beautiful, the way their bodies were all twisted around each other. Beautiful.
Voldemort held him, both arms around Harry's neck, lips bruised from all the kisses, hard and rough and savage. He tasted blood at one point, figured Harry's teeth had cut into his tongue or lip, but he couldn't be sure.
Harry pulled out until his crown was barely inside Voldemort then he plunged back in.
"Damn!"
The ache, the pain. It was incendiary, swimming through Voldemort, burning everything to ash.
"Harry."
Pleasure blinded him, dimmed his hearing.
"Always like this, V."
Harry murmured against his throat. He sank his teeth into Voldemort, biting him, teeth scraping his Adam's apple.
"Always going to be like this."
"Yesss."
His words were rough, falling from his lips as Voldemort tried to fight the orgasm.
"So good. Please. Make it—"
Make it last. Make it real. Make it mine. All the words choked away when the orgasm lit up his spine and exploded. He screamed, clawing at Harry's back.
"Damn. Damn it!"
Harry snarled in his ear.
"That's it. Come for me. Give it to me, V."
Cum spurted between them onto Voldemort's stomach, his cock untouched,
"Oh…Ohhhhh…"
Voldemort convulsed, ass clenching. Harry growled and kissed him. His pace sped up, breath loud, whistling from his nose as he pounded Voldemort's ass.
"Damn… V… Baby… Let me come. Let me come for you."
Voldemort's ass clenched and Harry yelled. His cock jerked and he shot inside Voldemort. Pure heat. Voldemort took his lips, claimed his mouth as Harry panted and clung to him, chest heaving. They held each other, their chests the only thing moving as Harry throbbed inside him.
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