Supreme, Supreme, Dark Lord!

"...It's so dangerous, Voldy, are you willing to really kick it?" Although he was full of emotion, he still had a little sense, Tom hurriedly pressed Voldemort's knee, and pulled his thigh away, half-truth and half-fake Complaining, this reaction immediately annoyed Voldemort: "Kicking is still fake? Let me go!"

He looked ashamed and angry, blood poured into his cheeks and flushed Voldemort's porcelain skin, his face looked alive and beautiful, Tom looked at the lips that were pursing curses , bowed his head absently, and after giving Voldemort a fiery kiss, absently biting his earlobe, he complained in a coquettish voice, "Don't be so impatient, it's so boring..."

"Who──cough cough...who is in a hurry? You──cough...Tom, I order you to let me go! Immediately!"

Both wrists were clamped by his caretaker with one hand, Voldemort, who complained that he didn't have the effect when using that body, coughed angrily, and his body tried to break free regardless of the violent kicks that might hurt him. The increasingly proud look stimulated Tom, and to a very large extent, he slowly lifted up Voldemort's robe, gently stroked Voldemort's inner thigh and said, "Call me MyLord, dear Voldy, now it seems I'm the one in control above?"

"Don't think about it!" Voldemort frowned and glared at Tom, his angry eyes were like hot magma flowing from a submarine volcano, but then those beautiful black eyes opened wider following Tom's movements, and he gasped. Shivering... Although Voldemort immediately bit his lips until blood red to prevent him from moaning, the flash of anger and vague humiliation in his dark eyes pleased Tom.

Tom smiled playfully, and after tying Voldemort's hands to the head of the bed, he found it quite interesting to observe Voldemort's body. The free hand also stroked up and down, sliding over the delicate skin unique to teenagers, and slowly, getting closer and closer to the taboo handle. After touching Voldemort's goosebumps, he smiled viciously: "It's unexpectedly sensitive... Do you still want to stick to it? Dear Voldy, you probably haven't done it with other men... Heh... ..."

"Tom Riddle! Don't forget that you're molesting your own body!"

Voldemort was furious, and he opened his mouth wanting to do Cruciatus or Avada Kedavra, but the sequelae of the body swap broke out at this moment, and the magic power in his chest made him unable to condense smoothly, Voldemort suppressed that A kind of strength from the weakness that has been emptied from the bone marrow stubbornly raised his eyes, staring at the boy who was teasing him (even if he used his body, he is still a bastard kid) and said bluntly: "Poor boy, do you think I Is that you? The person you are asking is the great Lord Voldemort... I have rich experience in that field beyond your imagination, but your teasing is too clumsy for me to bear, go back and practice again, and don’t you Have narcissistic tendencies? Don’t forget that I’m using your body now!”

"But... it's you in my body now, isn't it? That's enough──" The corner of Tom's mouth was still smiling, but the contented and warm color in his eyes was gone, and he grasped the end of Voldemort's wand With the whole body of the stick, he used his hands to stimulate only one side of his lips that seemed to be carelessly raised. The lazy and wicked look made Voldemort's heart shrink: "...I have always kept myself clean, and I have never had too close contact with anyone. , so if you get Voldy's body now, it should be your first time too... very good proposal... isn't it?"

Tom's expressionless face looked a little cold, but when he was speaking, he slowly licked his lips in a different way. The looming tongue moistened the somewhat pale lips, adding blood color to it step by step. Tom didn't know whether it was unintentional or deliberately slowing down, and it seemed a little lewd.

Tom's dark eyes stared at Voldemort's scorchingly. The young eyes were undisguisedly persistent and fiery. Voldemort smiled angrily at those eyes, and the anger that was visible at first seemed to have calmed down: " I don't remember making you like this, dear Tom, that pretty thing around your neck is not a decoration, calm down... eh!"

The speaking mouth was impolitely sealed with his lips, and the wide-eyed Voldemort bit down hard without hesitation, but after biting out the smell of blood, Tom seemed to be excited, not only did not flinch, but stuck out his whole tongue even more persistently. Voldemort's mouth stirred—damn it, he couldn't really bite off the whole tongue, that tongue was his own...

Voldemort's hesitation made him miss the best time, his boy usurped all the air in his mouth, Voldemort stared wide-eyed at Tom's ferocious and almost greedy demands for everything from him, the familiar feeling of lack of oxygen came again, But this time it's not a cough, it's...

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Stretching out his hands to pull down the trousers of the person beneath him, Tom, who was panting a little, ended the deep kiss. He looked at the caregiver who had been stripped naked by him during the kiss, and at Voldemort's slightly undulating chest and flushed skin. Slowly slid down from his shoulder... along the chest, over the waist, and then stuck to the thigh.

Since coming out of the orphanage, Tom has always been pampered, so after the body exchange, the skin there was so delicate that he couldn't forget it. He stroked it, and suddenly had the illusion that he was turning into Voldemort and violating himself... that kind of It feels very subtle, should I say abnormal?But this distorted sense of confusion made his desire couldn't help but look up, and it was as hard as iron through the robe.

──Voldy just told him to calm down?

Slowly stroking Voldemort's wand, Tom grinned at Voldemort, then slowly lowered his head and sucked the end of his wand, tentatively at first, and then like licking a lollipop Licking and biting slowly...I can't calm down anymore, it's too late since he fell in love with Voldemort who was called Lord...

"Voldy... let me love you."

He said, but he didn't expect that the caregiver, who was still a little uncomfortable, turned cold and changed his expression.

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"Love? Do you actually believe in that illusory and imagery thing?"

Voldemort wanted to laugh, when he saw his young self controlling his body affectionately, but his voice was as cold as ice slag, bleak, what is the so-called "love"?

He thought of the greatness of love that Dumbledore always insisted on, and the magic spell that the red-haired mudblood used to protect the golden boy, but Voldemort also thought of his useless mother whose heart withered without love, and those who He declares that he loves him madly when he's whole, but when he returns he screams in terror like he's seen a monster's followers...

A monster, from manipulating animals in childhood to the current life form, when is he not a monster?

The sarcasm visible to the naked eye naturally dyed the corners of Voldemort's eyes and eyebrows. Voldemort looked up at the love in Tom's eyes, and smiled pityingly and mockingly, "Why do you think you love me? What you love is just my gorgeous appearance now." , if I had a snake face like Nagini, would you still do such dirty things like you do now?"

"Dirty? Why do you think so?" Tom was almost angry when he was said, but it was only almost, he was insulted mercilessly by Voldemort, and he could even raise his eyebrows with a calm expression, which surprised Voldemort , he stared at Tom with an uncertain expression, as if he wanted to dig deep into Tom's heart, and Tom was the same.

The same is digging.

When he was thrown by his guardian with cruel words, the emotion of being let down and insulted almost drowned him like a tide. If it wasn't for the resonance from Voldemort's heart to grab his chest, Tom would definitely He made a move that would make him and Voldemort regret it, but that kind of coldness that didn't even exist before penetrated him, making Tom soft and sore in pain.

Recalling the memories he had secretly browsed, he gently stretched out his arms to embrace Voldemort in his soreness and said, "Voldy, if no one has loved you before, let me come, I will do my best to let you understand, and please believe me I really love you……"

Tom said this with a soft heart, but the hardness returned by Voldemort made him feel like hitting a wall, just like Voldemort's tense and stiff body at the moment: "Love me? Is it to satisfy your desire?" ?”

Voldemort smiled coldly, and his low, sarcastic voice came out like the cold wind in the snow field, sharp and firm with disdain: "Stop your actions, just like stopping the 'love' you professed to me, regardless of the term And the verbs, it makes me sick.”

"Do you have to say that?" Tom froze, his pride was stabbed again, but the stubborn boy just froze, but insisted on hugging Voldemort even more, vowing to pass on the warmth to that A person whose heart is so cold is just like what he gave to himself when that person appeared in front of him like light.

"Otherwise, what should I say? Do it quickly, and get out when you are satisfied?"

At this moment, Voldemort was like a hedgehog with spikes in every sentence, and he didn't know what he thought of. Voldemort laughed, but the emotion that resonated in Tom's chest was terribly empty: "The so-called love is nothing but the love that can be used. The love potion is just a fake lie, don't try to impress me with that kind of empty words, it will only make me despise you more."

"You didn't put a love potion on me! I'm sincere to you!" Tom hugged Voldemort tightly, trying to express his feelings, but Voldemort just turned his head away lightly. After a long time, Tom asked almost desperately, "Voldy...how can you love me, how can you believe that I love you?"

"You still want to talk about love?" Anger returned to Voldemort's eyes again, and he turned his head back to look at Tom, and smiled, "You come up, come up and I will 'love' you."

He said love in the verb, but Tom answered "yes" after a long silence.