The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

This kiss was different than ever.It came menacingly, seeming to integrate the toughness and aggression hidden in the duel into the lips and tongue, tasted the corners of Harry's lips, pried open the teeth roughly, and attacked the city without stopping.

But Harry felt a familiar relief.In a way, it reminded Harry of who he was kissing, and the awareness made him tremble.It had never occurred to him that Voldemort's lips were soft, and his breath was as clear and aggressive as Tom's, yet hotter than flames when they met.He is Tom.

Before he knew it, Harry was crushed to the ground by Voldemort. His hot body was stuck to the floor through a layer of cloth, and the coolness penetrated into his skin, and the temperature of his flesh and blood remained high.

The kiss began to extend down the neck, Harry gasped for oxygen, his Adam's apple was lightly bitten, and he couldn't help but let out a small scream.

"...we need another place," said Voldemort, looking up.

Harry looked at those settling red eyes, and seemed to be able to read the lust that was shining brightly inside.

He lay on the ground, watched as Voldemort stood up, stared down at him again, and bent down to pull him up.

Harry watched his outstretched hand, slowly raising his own.

"Is this... what you want?"

he asked softly.The hand has been put into his palm.

Voldemort studied his expression in silence, Wei Yi pulled him up vigorously, then let go of his hands and walked towards the bedroom without saying a word.

Wherever it passed, the flames burning in the living room were extinguished one by one.

Darkness shrouded the scorched space again, and the cold light of stars, moon and neon poured in from the floor-to-ceiling windows.

All Harry could see was a hazy black silhouette again.

He stood there for a while before following slowly.

Walking into the bedroom, a tall and thin silhouette was standing at the end of the bed, looking at the spacious bed.

"Dave says it's the best size for sex/love according to the Royal Academy of Sciences, I've always wondered if that's true."

Voldemort didn't look at him, as if talking about something that had nothing to do with them.

"Muggles have many outlandish research conclusions, and this is one. I've been looking forward to the time when I can actually verify it."

He turned to look at Harry, speaking slowly.

"--and you."

Harry took a deep breath, walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, looking straight at him with green eyes in the gloom.

As if to say, come on.

Voldemort was not as eager as expected, but stared at him silently, and suddenly smiled ironically.

"Do you know what your current expression reminds me of?" He lit up the lamp beside the bed, and the soft light hit the skin of the two of them. Harry could clearly see the sneering smile on his lips, "Virgins waiting to be sacrificed by fire on the altar."

Watching Harry, he slowly tore off his tie and tossed it aside.

"But it's okay, it suits us well, doesn't it?"

Harry sat on the bed, watched his long legs approaching step by step without blinking, undid the two buttons carelessly with his fingers, and stared at him with burning eyes.

When he leaned over, Harry put his arms around his shoulders and neck, and threw them both onto the bed. The soft mattress trembled slightly, and his green eyes locked onto the red ones.

"Virgins don't want to tear off the devil's clothes."

There was a terrifying red light in the Dark Lord's eyes.

They continued the passionate kiss in the living room without any suspense. Desire/fire burned from the lips to the limbs, and every blood vessel and nerve was full of desire and excitement.

Reason finally receded from the brain, and desire ran wildly in the body.

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"I learned the Lubricating Charm for you," Harry said coaxingly against his lover's skin, "will you give me a chance to practice it?"

There was a muffled laugh from his chest under his lips, and a big hand ruffled his messy hair.

"Do you know how to please me?"

……

"Okay." He said hoarsely, "You can't do it yet."

……

"No..." Harry shuddered and wanted to escape, but was firmly grasped by Voldemort's other hand, and breathed dangerously on the side of his neck, "You don't think I used the wrong magic for fun, Harry. "

……

"Do you still need me to review for you?"

"...I remember it very well!" Harry said viciously, not wanting to cast a spell, but Voldemort waited intently.The expression is as if to seriously study the effects of his magic.

Harry looked away, and said in a voice like a gnat: "...Warm Emotional Essence..."

A smooth and viscous liquid flowed out, as if the impatient body sent an invitation signal, Harry's face was completely red.

Voldemort sucked his red earlobe in his mouth, pulling a gentle arc that couldn't be seen.

"I like the magic you prepared for me."

He came in when Harry's heart was trembling slightly.

……

When he reached the limit, he kissed his lover with forgetfulness, and his scar tingled with numbness.Voldemort's body froze visibly, and then he attacked more violently...

……… I tried my best, and I beg the web reviewers to be merciful………

They parted, panting, lying on the bed for a moment of intense aftertaste.

Harry was too exhausted to speak, but sanity returned obnoxiously.

"...Are you still working overtime?" He asked.Not sure if he'd get an answer, but he felt compelled to ask.

"You're a real disappointment, Harry," Voldemort replied slowly.His voice was hoarse after satiation.

Harry stopped talking, and his fingers unconsciously drew circles on a small piece of his skin, which Voldemort couldn't bear to grab.

"...You're right." Harry turned his head to see him grabbing his hand, and murmured absentmindedly, "I ruined everything just now."

"It's time to take a bath and go to bed." Voldemort put his hands back on his side, got up and walked to the bathroom, and before closing the door, he said to Harry on the bed, "Aberforth is still alive, if you want to know, If I don’t work overtime, no one will dare to kill me.”

It wasn't until the bathroom door was completely closed that Harry sat up abruptly and stared at the frosted door with a faint orange light.

The sound of drizzling water has already sounded.

Ten minutes later, Harry also washed up and walked out of the bathroom.

Voldemort had dried his hair and was lying on the edge of the bed, flipping through a book.

"Uh...you look like you're...waiting for me?" Harry said uncertainly.

The red eyes lifted from the book, and looked at him dissatisfiedly, "Do you still want to sleep in another bed?"

Harry casually rubbed his wet hair with the towel on his shoulders, and said awkwardly: "Professor...I mean, Professor Dumbledore originally asked me to wait for him in the office... Well, I have to go back, otherwise the professor will be suspicious ..."

Voldemort looked at him deeply for a few seconds, then put the book aside.

"You always have a way of impressing me, Harry."

He took his wand and cast a Drying Charm on Harry, bringing his tangled hair back to life.

Harry stared at the yew wand in his hand, still with a deep-rooted sense of dread.

"Don't worry, because it's too late to go back now." Voldemort turned back to bed nonchalantly.

Harry's attention was immediately attracted to him, "What?" He chased to the bed, "...you know you're not comforting?"

"Because the headmaster's room is full of Dumbledore's eyeliner, the moment you leave, you will be known by all the gossip portraits, and you will report to Dumbledore in detail afterwards."

Harry's face paled, "Even so...I have to go back..."

Voldemort studied his expression. "So, are you going to tell him?"

He didn't specify, but Harry knew what he was talking about, and paled even more.

...he hadn't been able to tell Dumbledore yet.

A hand grasped his wrist, and Voldemort said to him, "Go to bed."

Harry was almost dragged into bed. He tried to turn over, but the lamp went out first.

The room was plunged into darkness.

"Lie down and sleep," commanded Voldemort. "I can do it."

Harry sat on the bed suspiciously, before deciding whether to believe it or not, he was pushed down on the bed unreasonably.

"Draco would be more than happy to help, let the thrill-loving savior sneak into my dungeon to make sure Aberforth Dumbledore is safe."

A long silence.

Harry turned his head to look at him. There was only a hazy outline of the person beside the pillow. The pleasure he experienced just now seemed to be still in his body, and he felt that his mind was not very clear.

"...Tom..."

Harry called softly.

The result was an uninteresting answer.

"I hate that name."

He choked, and hesitantly changed his address: "... Vol... Voldemort...?"

"You're so disgusting."

Harry: "..."

"...Tom, for now."

"I don't think...Malfoy would be very happy."

Harry gloated and blessed his former nemesis for the first time.

"May he sleep well tonight."

He still has a lot of questions, a lot of truths waiting to be discovered and thought about, and the messy threads are already in front of him, waiting for his connection.

Maybe it's because the quilt is too soft, the pillows are too comfortable, maybe the people around me have a misplaced sense of security, and the intense exercise just now is too exhausting.

Harry's eyelids drooped involuntarily, and he fell asleep as soon as he closed them lightly.