[Comprehensive British and American] The Dark Lord's Growth History

?Voldemort could clearly feel the heat of Moriarty's voice blowing against his ears, and his things pressed against him.

The two looked at each other in the mirror, Voldemort narrowed his eyes, his expression became a little dangerous: "Who are you talking about fucking?"

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As soon as Voldemort pushed open the door, he was bumped into by a woman, and the strong smell of alcohol made him take a step back.

The woman raised her head, looked at him with misty eyes and smiled for a long time, then pulled Voldemort's neck down and kissed him on the cheek: "Honey, you look so good-looking."

Before even entering the bar door, the Dark Lord froze with his lips printed on his face.He pursed his lips, his eyes were dark, and before he could speak, he was pushed away by the woman again.

The drunken woman has a front|bulge and back, her golden hair is scattered behind her head, and her good figure can be seen in a low-necked tight dress.Being pushed away by Voldemort mercilessly, she was not angry at all, instead she giggled, fell on the woman following behind her, raised her hand and tickled Voldemort: "Virgin|male?"

"Sorry, she's drunk." The woman who supported her apologized to Voldemort shyly. She hugged her companion with one hand and kicked open the door with two bags in the other, and walked out crookedly. Before taking two steps, this man came The door of the bar where people were going was pressed and kissed by a drunk woman in her arms.

Voldemort: "..."

Moriarty sneered, and pulled him to go in: "Hey, don't disturb them."

...so these two women are a couple?Where the hell had Moriarty taken him?

The clothes on Voldemort's body changed again. The previous one, which was too profligate, had been declared scrapped in Moriarty's apartment. Now this one looks much more normal in comparison, at least there are not so many rattling metal jewelry. .

They went through another door.Pushing open the thick wooden door, the deafening music behind the door immediately poured into the corridor, Voldemort couldn't help squinting slightly at the intense flashing blue light inside.

He blinked before he could see that countless people were swaying to the strong music on the dance floor. Above his head was a blue light that was constantly changing the shape of the light. light.In the middle of the crowd, on a raised platform, a young man was stripping to music.When Voldemort and Moriarty passed through the crowd, the man was tearing off the last piece of clothing on his upper body, revealing his strong and beautiful upper body.

The loud music was deafening, and the air was filled with the smell of alcohol, perfume and the hot sweat of people.When walking across the dance floor, Voldemort could see that many people had their eyes closed and their faces twisted into strange expressions by desire.

"Here." Moriarty shoved a bottle of beer into Voldemort's hand, and leaned into his ear, "I feel how inappropriate what you are wearing now."

Voldemort was wearing a very ordinary white shirt and slacks, obviously a normal attire, but after he buttoned up all the buttons, he showed an air of restraint.A couple walked in front of each other holding each other's waists. Both men were wearing the same bracelets that Moriarty had given Voldemort before.

Prying off the bottle cap, Voldemort took a sip of the wine, frowned slightly and looked at the bottle in his hand: "I think it's very good."

The music was too loud, mixed with whistles and screams one after another - the gigolo on the high platform began to take off his pants, and Voldemort had to put his mouth to his ear and shout like Moriarty.

Just scan the crazy and intoxicated crowd a little, and you will find that the people here are basically gay.Both men and women.This was the surprise Moriarty was going to show him? Voldemort felt only surprised but not happy.

"Oh, come on, don't pretend to be an aristocrat in this kind of place." Moriarty was keenly aware of Voldemort's expressionless disdain.He grabbed the black-haired man by the collar and put his legs on one side of his body, pressing against Voldemort.

Skillfully unbuttoning the top two buttons of the collar of the person below him, Moriarty took a sip of beer, leaned it to those two beautifully shaped thin lips, and swallowed the liquid in his mouth.

The Adam's apple moved up and down, and Voldemort turned back, just like he had done in the bathroom before.

The sound of the sticky water was covered by the fierce drumming, and after the kiss was over, both of them panted uncontrollably.

Moriarty blocked Voldemort's lowered head and laughed, his brown eyes swept around, staring from bottom to top: "How about going to dance for a while?"

He moved his fingers up and down Voldemort's waistline, and with a low chuckle in his throat, he pinched the other's buttocks: "Don't worry, honey, we have one night."

Voldemort pressed his head back and kissed him deeply, and was dragged onto the dance floor by Moriarty after he let go.

There's no specific position to this type of bar dance, let alone steps, as long as you let go of your body and sway.

Voldemort quickly adapted to the loud music, and he still had a beer bottle in his hand, which he and Moriarty enjoyed from time to time.Moriarty was obviously very familiar with this, he quickly got into the mood, felt unsatisfied after dancing for a while, and jumped onto the central stage, climbed a steel pipe on it and danced a dance full of sexual|suggestion.

Among the crowd, Voldemort met the eyes of Moriarty who was wrapped around his body on the high platform. Under the changing lights and the loud music, their gazes met accurately through the crowd.

A strange emotion welled up in Voldemort's heart.It quickly flowed from his chest to his limbs, rushed to his brain, and gave him an unusual impulse.Wanting to rush up, grab that evil Muggle, want to slam him against the wall and kiss him hard, want to hide him in the room so no one can see him, not like he wants to be here—he quickly sweeps left and right , many men whistled at Moriarty on stage, clearly welcoming the new dancer.Even the young man who had been robbed of the limelight on the high platform reacted quickly after being stunned for a while. His eyes rolled and he clung to Moriarty's body, and the two danced together.

Immediately the whistles and screams became louder. Voldemort even heard someone yell, "Undress! Boy! Take off your pants!"

Amidst the roar of laughter, the beer bottle in Voldemort's hand was suddenly shattered, and the people around him scattered with curses and screams, and the liquid in the bottle dripped down onto the black tiles along Voldemort's palm.

Voldemort shook his hands with a dark face, and he was able to accurately capture a familiar chuckle amidst the chaos.He looked up and saw Moriarty on the stage swaying his body, taking his T-shirt off his head.The silver spire-shaped pendant hangs on the honey-colored skin, shimmering in the changing blue light and shadow.

Moriarty made a smirk at Voldemort, raised his arms and spun around a few times, the white clothes flew out like a piece of paper, and several men jumped up to snatch the top!The instigator raised an eyebrow at Voldemort, smiled smugly, and bent down, with the young dancer's arms wrapped around him like snakes behind him.

"Sir, the wine in your hand..." A hot body pressed against Voldemort's side, interrupting his and Moriarty's eye contact, it was a blond boy.

Yes, with a delicate and immature face, the boy in front of him is definitely not over 20 years old. Voldemort frowned slightly, and his eyes fell on his green eyes, narrow and narrow, blinking at him.

"You." He only uttered one sound and then stopped it instantly.

Because the boy held up his hand that was soaked in beer, and desperately stuck out his tongue to lick the liquid on it.Starting from the fingertips, the soft, moist and warm tongue ran along the pulp, knuckles to the base of the fingers. The blond boy took the index finger and middle finger of Voldemort's right hand completely in his mouth, and sucked carefully under the wrapping of his mouth.

While sucking, he raised his eyes to stare at Voldemort, whimpering from the corner of his mouth on purpose, his eyes were so charming!

"Sir." The blond boy called again.He was wearing a tight black vest and had a tattoo of a black snake on his shoulder. The head of the snake was raised up and spit out the same black snake letter.Seeing that Voldemort's eyes fell on his tattoo, the young man smiled, put his free finger on the black snake and turned around, while licking the finger in his mouth with his tongue.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes, a smile appeared on his face, and he saw a hint of fascination in the boy's eyes as he expected. He put his arms around the boy's waist, pulled his finger out of the other's mouth, and directly wiped the liquid from his finger on his. On the vest, he lowered his head and whispered in his ear: "Boy, you have found the wrong person."

As soon as his fingers resting on the Muggle's waist had an ominous black light, his arms suddenly emptied.

Voldemort raised his eyes, Moriarty was smiling and grabbing the blond boy's arm - it was he who pulled the boy out of Voldemort's arms.

The black light on his fingers dimmed, as if nothing had happened, Voldemort straightened up, with a smile that never faded from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Moriarty: "Are you willing to come down?"

Moriarty chuckled, his eyes dangerous: "If you don't come down, your pants will be taken off."

"Hi, wait!" The blond boy twisted his body, broke away from Moriarty's grasp, and shouted at him dissatisfied, "Is it okay to come first, first come first? He's my favorite!"

Voldemort put the hand that was about to use black magic back into his pocket, and saw Moriarty's smiling face froze with interest.

Tsk, this is the first time he saw this guy with a stiff expression.

However, to his disappointment, Moriarty quickly reacted, adjusted his expression, and raised his chin arrogantly at the blond boy: "Huh? You fell in love first. Before that, find out if he has any companions." , ok?"

The blond boy obviously didn't expect this, he looked back and forth between Voldemort and Moriarty, at a loss: "Really?" He authenticated to Voldemort.

Moriarty was between them, blocking his view of Voldemort.

Voldemort looked at the back of Moriarty's head, and heard his voice piercing through layers of rock music, stern and suppressed: "Get out."

The blond boy's face was originally red due to embarrassment and anger, but after hearing Moriarty spit out that word, he instantly turned pale.I also know that Moriarty's expression now must be his typical expression as a consulting criminal.

Voldemort's previous anger had long since disappeared without a trace, and he pressed forward on Moriarty's shoulder in satisfaction, wrapped his shoulders around his shoulders and pinched his chin, turned his face to the side and directly answered the blond boy's question with actions. ?