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Damn. Debra stood there, all prim and proper, waiting for the elevator. Voldemort gazed at her, horrified, while Harry acted as if nothing was amiss.
"Mr. V."
Debra smiled down at him then turned to Harry with disapproval in her eyes.
"Mr. Potter."
Voldemort scrambled to his feet.
"Debra. I'm…"
He didn't look at Harry as they exited the elevator.
"I apologize for…um…"
She got into the elevator with her chin in the air.
"Dinner is in the oven. I expect both of you to clean up after yourselves."
Voldemort nodded. He couldn't look her in the eye.
"Sure."
Harry sounded almost jovial.
"See you later, Debra."
Voldemort waited until Debra was gone before he punched Harry on the arm.
"That was seriously embarrassing."
Harry smiled.
"She'll get used to your randy ways, I'm sure."
He winked and stepped into the condo as Voldemort raced after him.
"My randy ways?"
He poked his chest.
"You were the one who told me to suck you in the elevator."
Harry grinned over his shoulder as he dashed into his bedroom.
"And who was so hungry he didn't hesitate?"
Voldemort rolled his eyes.
"Shut up, otherwise I won't do it again."
Harry lifted an eyebrow as he stood in the middle of his bedroom.
"Oh, really? You want to put money on that bet?"
Damn. Like there was any way Voldemort wasn't going to get that damn cock in his mouth given the opportunity? He harrumphed, and Harry chuckled.
"Get the paddle in the box at the left corner of my closet. It would appear I need to beat that ass, get it hot and red so you remember no one touches you except me."
"I didn't forget,"
Voldemort said.
"I promise I didn't forget."
There was no way he could. Harry came over to him, jeans gone.
"No?"
He slid a finger under the neck of Voldemort's t-shirt, touching the red, angry scratches on his right shoulder.
"These say different."
His eyes bored into Voldemort.
"They say someone else's hands were on you, V, and you have no idea,"
Harry took a deep breath,
"none, how much I want them gone."
Voldemort had some idea. He nodded and bowed his head.
"I'm sorry."
Harry caught his chin and brought his head back up until they were eye to eye.
"You want a woman, V?"
Voldemort shook his head.
"What? No."
Harry closed his eyes briefly then opened them to ensnare Voldemort in a hot gaze.
"You and I, we play both sides. I like women fine, V, but I don't really get turned on for them the way I get turned on for you. Just you."
The fingers on Voldemort's chin tightened.
"If you want women, if you need them more than…more than you need me then we definitely need to talk."
Voldemort touched Harry's hand on his face.
"No. Nothing like that. I just need you."
There were so many more words in Harry's eyes than what came out of his mouth.
"Then you've got me, Love. You got me."
He kissed Voldemort, soft and tender, and Voldemort melted into him. He circled Harry's neck, opening wider, head tilting to the right then the left as Harry kissed him like he owned him, like he was branding Voldemort.
"I need to mark you,"
Harry murmured against his mouth.
"I need to heat up your ass and then claim it."
Voldemort shuddered.
"Yes. Please."
Harry stepped back.
"Get the paddle."
Voldemort did, legs unsteady, heart beating at a frenzied pace. He brought Harry the paddle and stripped before lying over Harry's lap as his lover sat on the edge of the bed. A bottle of lube was next to him. Voldemort's hole clenched. Harry smoothed a hand over his naked ass, just touching him. Harry murmured.
"Flawless…Your ass is flawless, V."
Voldemort moaned. Harry stopped touching him and asked seriously,
"Safe word?"
Voldemort could only moan out,
"Toffee."
Harry's serious tone didn't waver,
"Do you know why I'm doing this?"
Voldemort made his tongue work.
"Because I let someone who wasn't you touch me."
The words came out raspy, rough.
"I let someone who wasn't you mark me."
Harry bent over him and practically growled out in his ear,
"Yes. And you get ten lashes with the paddle. And you don't get to come. Not once."
Voldemort cursed,
"Do you understand me, V?"
He nodded.
"Yes."
He was already dripping, his erection trapped between Harry's thighs. He was going to die. Voldemort just knew it.
"Count for me."
Voldemort braced, hands fisted. The first blow made him jerk.
"Damn!"
The pain lanced through him, heat blossoming on the spot instantly.
"One."
Smack. The next cheek. His cock throbbed. The pain strangled the air in his throat.
"Two."
Smack. Smack. The hard, flat surface of the paddle landed on him and he had to move had to wiggle, had to beg.
"Please. Oh. Oh Damn."
He couldn't be expected to survive this. He couldn't not come. This was his, this thing, the pain, he came from it, how could he not?
"How many?"
Harry barked.
"How many was that, V?"
He struggled to think back, to clear the fog of pain and arousal enough think a little clearly.
"Three and four."
"Good." Harry hit the underside of his right cheek. One. Twice.
"No one puts their hands on what's mine, V. You should know that."
He knew. Tears blurred his eyes as he fought the orgasm.
"Yes. Six. Please."
Damn whimpers. His ass was on fire, even his hole throbbed, wanting to be fucked. He felt the pre-cum dripping from his tip. He ached. Painful. Everywhere. He couldn't…
"Seven."
He bit his bottom lip.
"Eight."
The orgasm raced up and he shouted.
"No. Oh….Harry… please. I can't. I can't."
Harry stopped,
"You can. Hold it."
Voldemort tried, mind flipping through the least sexual things he could conjure up. Sports and stuff. Damn. He squeezed his eyes shut.
"Harry."
He hit him again.
"Count, V."
Voldemort's head dropped and he arched into the next blow, hissing when it landed on the exact spot as the one before.
"Nine. Please…"
The last one made him grit his teeth. Tears streamed down his face as he tried to hold himself in check. He didn't want to move; too afraid any jolt would send him shooting off. He wanted to sob into Harry's shoulder.
"I'm sorry… I'm sorry."
He mumbled the words over and over as Harry lifted him to a seated position on his lap. Voldemort launched himself into Harry's arms, burying his face in his neck. His ass hurt, damn, his cock pounded, felt as if his heartbeat was centered there.
"Forgive me,"
he begged into Harry's skin.
"I'm sorry."
Damn. He didn't even know why he was crying, why he was begging, he just needed the knot in his chest to go away. He wanted Harry to touch him again.
"Please."
"Shhh."
Harry kissed his forehead.
"Hush. V, don't cry."
He pressed Voldemort backward and wiped his face.
"We're good. We're okay."
"I belong to you."
The words just kept tumbling out.
"I'm yours."
Harry's eyes flashed.
"You do. And you are."
He kissed Voldemort.
"I'll let you in on a little secret, V. I belong to you. I'm yours."
Voldemort kissed him, hungrily, desperately. He'd never had someone belong to him. Too afraid that they would walk away. Voldemort wasn't going to let Harry do that. He humped the cock throbbing under his hurting ass.
Harry groaned and grabbed him, and pushed him onto the bed. Voldemort fell forward, face first, on his stomach.
"Ass in the air, hold yourself open for me."
He did, body vibrating, trying not to hump the mattress. He inhaled Harry's musk on his sheets and closed his eyes on a moan.
"No coming,"
Harry said softly.
"I want to feel you coming around my cock. Got me?"
Voldemort nodded with a pained swallow. He could do this. A few minutes passed and no touch came. Voldemort moaned, hips rolling.
"Harry."
"I know, baby. You want me inside you, don't you? Want me to just get inside all that tight hotness and take you until you come for me?"
Voldemort groaned.
"Yes."
He clenched.
"Please."
Sheer determination was the only thing keeping him from spilling himself all over Harry's sheets.
"Want you. Want you so much."
"Aww, V."
Voldemort whimpered.
"You have me. Couldn't lose me if you tried."
The words alone had him on the edge. Just the words. They filled him with heat, making his cock throb, and his heart beat erratic. Voldemort's hips swiveled.
"Too much. Harry."
The orgasm raced up and he grasped the base of his cock.
"Too much."
"Hold on."
Slick fingers pushed into him, twisted. His mouth dried out, tongue feeling swollen. Useless. He slammed back on those fingers, hungrily. Needing them deep, harder.
"Oh. Oh."
Then they disappeared and Harry pushed inside. Bigger, harder. He pressed in. His spine caught afire and Voldemort was sobbing.
"Come."
Harry slammed into him.
"V. Love, come for me."
Voldemort arched and screamed, balls emptying in painful bursts. His entire body ached so sweet. He pulsed, vision greying as he came and came. Harry pounded into him, teeth in Voldemort's shoulder, muttering things Voldemort couldn't not hear.
Words like I and Love and You.
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