Doomed to be an enemy

"Harry..." Voldemort softened his voice with a lazy and calm expression, "Think about the past, when we were together, was it me who made you uncomfortable?"

"That's not it."

Because of the love potion, Harry attached great importance to Voldemort's reaction, so he stopped his movements and lowered his head to think for a while, then shook his head unwillingly. Voldemort knew it well, and earnestly persuaded, "Can you guarantee that your bed skills are as good as mine, and won't make me uncomfortable?"

"No." Harry shook his head hesitantly.Although he was very unwilling, he did not feel uncomfortable every time after making love, but Harry did not admit that he had touched there secretly—of course he was just curious about how he could accept that place so small... In fact, every time Just some swelling, no pain at all.

Voldemort's breath was stagnant, oh, Merlin's pants, what did he hear... The train of thought in his mind was almost disrupted, Voldemort used the status quo to warn himself of his sudden rising desire, his tone became cautious, "Harry, as long as you want, I I can teach you." Harry looked at him suspiciously, although the effect of the love potion was great, he was not stupid, "Do you want me to break the spell?" Voldemort calmly forked a certain plan in his mind . "This thing really makes me a little uncomfortable." The precious robe on the arm was wrinkled, and it was tightly bound like a spell snake.

"I'll make you forget about it." Harry bent down, tilted his head slightly, and kissed the thin lips that Voldemort wanted to say. The pale lips were slightly warm, and the tip of his tongue easily entered, sweeping across the sensitive mouth. , pressed the tip of the other's tongue maliciously and probed deep into the man's throat... The ambiguous sound of water and rapid breathing made the air colorful.It took quite a while to get Voldemort to respond.Oh, the other party's kissing skills are much better, the tip of the tongue is slyly rolling the uninvited guest, trying to hook it deeper into the throat.Harry felt the tip of his tongue being sucked numb, obviously he was taking the initiative, but he felt that he was about to be swallowed up by Voldemort.

Harry raised his hand to caress the other's cheek, closing his eyes slightly to deepen the kiss.Of course he noticed the slight reluctance of the other party at first, and Harry's breathing was a little short-this man is the most powerful dark wizard in the magic world, and also his lover... This made the already fiery kiss even more unbearable and vicious .The other party's cool hand caressed the waist, rubbed upwards along the spine, until the fingertips were buried in the hair——

Wait... Harry suddenly opened his wide-eyed eyes, "Um..." hesitantly backed away, but Voldemort didn't let him go, and took the opportunity to reach into the boy's mouth to drink the sweet saliva.Unwillingly trying to resist, the tip of the tongue was pushed deeper into the throat, and it slid across the sensitive cavity playfully and threateningly, not... too deep.Harry was a little helpless, trying to struggle away from this blushing and heart-pounding violation.

After a long time, Voldemort let him go slowly.Harry covered his red and swollen mouth, "How do you—" His words were completely silenced when he saw the other's relaxed hands. Voldemort evoked a smile, and gently stroked the boy's warm scalp with his fingertips caught in his hair - Harry's scalp was a little numb.

"I really didn't expect..." Voldemort said softly like a sigh.

Didn't expect anything?Was attacked?Harry felt chills gushing out of his heart, and Voldemort smiled at him even more charmingly—provided his mouth wasn't swollen from kisses...Harry looked a little strange, "You better stop laughing." In his emerald green eyes, There was a flash of resentment and a smile, and he buried his head on the man's shoulders and shook his shoulders. Of course, Voldemort would not think that the boy was afraid. To be honest, the other party had never been afraid of him at all.

"What happened I don't know—"

Voldemort waved his hand suspiciously and summoned a floating mirror, looking at the red and swollen lips inside, his face suddenly became very bright.After staying for a few seconds, he used a little magic to restore his handsome appearance.The mirror disappeared from the air, "Naughty little bastard." Voldemort slapped the boy's upturned buttocks angrily. "Bastard! You're not allowed to do this!" Harry almost jumped up.

"There's nothing the Dark Lord can't do." Voldemort snorted, sliding his hand menacingly where the boy had been hit. "Say, how should I punish you, naughty child?" Harry's attention was drawn away, and he looked suspiciously at the bedpost, as if there might be a broken rope, "How did you break free?" of?" he asked confused.

Voldemort gave a seductive look, "Want to know?"

Harry looked at him warily, and nodded reluctantly.

"It depends on your performance." Voldemort said lazily, pinching the boy's chin with his slender white fingers, and whispered something into Harry's ear with an inexplicable smile.Admiring the boy's cheeks that instantly turned red like a cloth, he kissed them in a good mood.

Harry gritted his teeth and picked up the Occlumency, sure enough, he shouldn't relax when facing this old guy.

Voldemort saw enough of the boy's embarrassment, and then said slowly: "Actually, I didn't break free." He raised his hand and looked at his arm, with a smile on his lips, "I never knew that a kiss could make you lose your mind Under Harry's astonished gaze, Voldemort looked at him playfully: "It disappeared by itself." He explained kindly.

The biggest advantage of the Imprisonment Spell is willpower. If Voldemort didn't fight back—in fact, this is doubtful, the spell will collapse on its own... Only the caster's own laxity of will can be explained.

"Si-disappear by myself—"

Harry stammered and repeated, wishing he could find a gap to slip in at this very moment.His cheeks became hot, "Oh, no!" Harry wailed, covering his face and burying himself in the man's thin shoulders, refusing to come out, Voldemort's pleasant laughter and coaxing in his ears, "My boy, you shouldn't have forgotten The punishment I just said."

The bone-colored wand silently brushed against the boy's reddened ears, and Harry flinched at the cold touch, "Or, you want me to do it myself, huh?" Harry raised his head reluctantly, frustrated Said, "I did sneak attack, but can't you change it? This is too...you know."

"No." Voldemort gave him a perfect smirk, mercilessly smashing the boy's luck.

Harry glared at him disapprovingly.Sit up straight and reach out to untie your clothes.Under Voldemort's interested gaze, he looked away uncomfortably.This dark green robe set off the boy's skin quite well, so it looked even more alluring when it was taken off.The boy's distressed body was slightly pink under the light of the fireplace, Voldemort sat up halfway to hide the place of reaction.

Oh, he's had enough of jumping over the other's interest, damn the love potion!Harry bit his lip, and leaned forward slightly to undo the robe on Voldemort's body, but was grabbed by the other party, "No, Harry..." he said softly, "Use your mouth."

"Are you sure?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Of course." Voldemort said, watching the boy clumsily hold a button in his mouth and pull it hard——Voldemort's expression became a little helpless, and he really couldn't expect Gryffindor to have any fun... lazily raised his hand to caress On the boy's head, silent and conniving.

As the man's vigorous body was exposed under the robe that was buttoned to the sides, Harry couldn't help sucking kisses on that beautiful muscle, which made the chest rise and fall under his lips to become rapid. Voldemort rubbed the boy's hair impatiently, Harry's tongue lingered on his heart, biting that part of the skin with his teeth in a bit of annoyance, as if he wanted to cut open it and devour the pulsating hot meat inside like.

Voldemort inhaled lightly, his heartbeat became more and more rapid when his vitals were pinched, he couldn't tell how much it was an instinctive sense of crisis, and how much it was a boy's teasing... Oh, his little boy took off enthusiastically and eagerly Taking off his underpants, Voldemort collected himself, staring at Harry's blushing cheeks kneeling straight, stretching his hands behind him, and under the man's unblinking gaze, he inserted himself into his body. "How do you feel, little boy? I remember it being hot and tight in there." Voldemort raised his hand leisurely to scratch Harry's cheek, "Oh, shut up! Does it turn you on to see me like this?" "Of course, This depth is not enough, which makes me doubt your sincerity in admitting your mistake." Voldemort sat up, his left arm wrapped around the boy's flexible waist, while his right hand grabbed Harry's finger that was about to withdraw and pushed in... "Um, no ——” The fingertips were pushed to an unprecedented depth by the man, and Harry could feel the uneasy contraction there.

Voldemort rubbed the flower bud with his fingers in it, and used a little magic secretly, so Harry's eyes widened, and he felt the fingers inside became moist, "My boy, are you comfortable?" Voldemort Said softly, slowly and frivolously pulled the boy's hand out, and then suddenly pushed it in unexpectedly, "Ah..." Harry arched his waist, poked his fingertips on the flesh, and the dull pain awakened the body that was full of love Memory, Harry stiffly felt that it was completely clenched inside... "What? Uncomfortable?" Voldemort kissed the boy's dazed eyelids with a smile, and said softly, "Then add one more finger."

Oh this is so embarrassing!Harry felt an unprecedented embarrassment. Voldemort raised his eyebrows because of his delay in moving. With a little force on his cool fingertips, he sank into it, "What are you doing...", Flower Bud clenched tightly as if startled, haha Leigh trembled slightly, stimulated by the joy emanating from the magic field where the two overlapped, "You're disobedient, I have to do it myself, little boy." Voldemort chuckled lightly, hooking the boy's fingers ambiguously inside like Satan who seduced the soul. Take it with you to the inside...

"—!"

Harry closed his eyes resignedly, and endured the man's vicious teasing.As if dissatisfied with his evasion, Voldemort leaned into the boy's ear and said something flirtatiously embarrassing.

"My boy, don't bite so hard..."

"Is it really good to be so wet? Maybe you're looking forward to it more than I thought, huh?"

"See, the four fingers are fine, and the elasticity is very good."

……

"Shut up!" Harry growled unbearably, pressed Voldemort's hand hard, and the two of them fell into the soft bed.Harry grunted, gravity making the depth of his fingers even more frightening.He endured the shuddering pleasure, staring closely at Voldemort who was smiling charmingly like a disturbed lion, showing a sneer.

The finger caught in the flower bud was forcefully pulled out, Harry straddled the man with a sullen face and forcefully, the most sensitive part suddenly entered the other's body, Voldemort's expression couldn't maintain his composure, he took a light breath , letting out a sigh that made Harry blush.

His boys were indeed quite enthusiastic.

Voldemort stroked Harry's sweaty body, letting the extreme pleasure be firmly controlled by the boy.Kiss each other's body provocatively with a smile and indulgence.The furious lion seemed to have touched the bottom line, and he was not allowed to change his posture, and the pace was controlled by the boy—this was indifferent, but Voldemort soon stopped laughing.

"Harry, it's already dawn..."

"I saw it."

"Don't you think we should take a break?" Voldemort suggested gently in a hoarse voice.

"You can't do it? We still have two days."

"...No, let's continue."

Voldemort sighed helplessly, and hugged the still angry little boy whom he both loved and hated.