Warning: Slash (male/male) This chapter contains only sex, nothing more nothing less. If you do not wish to read this then please continue onto chapter 13.
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Guide: "talking"/ thinking/ "parseltongue"
Chapter 12 – XXX
Harry gasped when Voldemort undressed them completely. He rose enough from the lust filled haze to notice the look of appreciation the Dark Lord gave his body before moving to place heated kisses upon his flesh.
Voldemort was already more aroused at this point then he had ever been with anyone. He had been known, more then a few times, to bed both male and female whores to sate his hunger. He loathed relationships and the responsibilities that came with them. But with Harry, he would try anything, especially if he kept making those intoxicating sounds!
Voldemort left Harry's neck and started to drift down toward his left nipple and bit down. Harry arched his back, trying to gain more pleasure. Voldemort accommodated him by rubbing the other one into a hard nub.
Harry realized that Voldemort was doing all of the work, so he lifted his arms and started to rake his nails along Voldemort's ribcage.
Voldemort gasped and began sucking harder on Harry's nipple. He then took one of his hands and moved it down to stroke Harry's inner thigh.
Harry bucked and then snarled in frustration when Voldemort's hand stayed still.
Voldemort chuckled and moved to close the gap and touched Harry's hard member lightly with his fingertips.
Harry whimpered at the ghostly touch.
"That was cruel, Tom." Harry whispered.
Said person nipped the green-eyed boy's ear in agreement then he mumbled a spell to coat his fingers with a slick solution. He fumbled a little before entering a finger in his mate's entrance.
Harry moaned and his muscles tightened around the intruder.
Voldemort waited until he had relaxed before adding another and the whole process began anew. After Harry relaxed for the second time Voldemort probed him, preparing him for the next stage.
Voldemort had never been this gentle with any of his partners before Harry and knew, with perfect certainty, that only Harry deserved him and all that he had to offer.
Voldemort used the same spell on his own arousal that he had used on his fingers. The only thing to be done now was to muffle the scream he knew would come. He placed his mouth over Harry's in a searing kiss and entered.
Harry clenched his eyes shut tightly, dealing with the pain as best he could. After the pain had lessened some he began feeling comforting circles being rubbed into his left side.
Voldemort took his mouth away for Harry to breath properly again. After Harry adjusted Voldemort started an easy rhythm and sped up or slowed down as necessary to keep them both comfortingly close to the edge without bringing them over it. It became hard to maintain.
With one final thrust Voldemort came, and Harry, feeling the warmth flood into him, followed his mate over the edge.
Voldemort slowly lowered himself onto his side and clutched Harry's body close to his own. Harry nuzzled his shoulder and nipped it affectionately.
The now completely bonded pair drifted into a wonderful sleep.