Supreme, Supreme, Dark Lord!

"what is love?

This question is like what is "not to love".

The so-called love is not something that can be explained but a kind of existence. When it is discovered, it is there.

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Tom didn't know why he loved Voldemort.

He only knew that since he met that person, his attention had become a matter of course, and the feeling of wanting to be close was more like instinct.

He enjoyed having that man care, and though the awkward man never admitted it, the light in those dark eyes was gentle when he frowned at Tom's cheating.

Warm.

Those rare eyes are like the sunshine that emerges after the cloud is cleared. There is no discrimination, no fear, no fear and no disgust, and some only have helplessness and connivance that are funny and restrained.

Tom liked that look.

He liked it, and wanted that person to keep looking at him, wholeheartedly.

Wanting to have, wanting to get, wanting to maintain, wanting to continue for a long time, if this is not love, then what is it?

Although Voldemort's questioning made Tom a little hurt, a boy would not be led by his guardian because of such a trivial matter.

──Would I still love him if he had a snake face?

Is there anything not to love?Although Nagini lacks smoke, she is quite cute... This is Tom's answer to Voldemort in his heart. His love for Voldemort has nothing to do with the body, but the sense of belonging that is bound by the soul, so he is even more curious about Voldemort's emotional world .

Curiosity is worse than concern and pity. Although it seems a bit weird to use this word on that Lord Voldemort, the disgust and contempt that that person naturally expressed for "love" let Tom know that Voldemort must have a story, and then contacted Voldemort at the last The "love potion" mentioned at the beginning, who hurt his Voldy in the name of love?

Tom looked down at Voldemort with a mocking smile on his face, watching his facial muscles contort into stiff lines with deep hatred, and then said in a disdainful tone to Voldemort: "You come up, come up and I'll love you" You." After that, his eyes lit up, and he bowed his head after saying "OK".

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Cold lips lingered on Voldemort's bare neck and collarbone, making small circles one after another restlessly, Voldemort trembled, his porcelain-like skin flushed as red as his plump cheeks, originally The body that stopped while speaking also struggled harder: "Damn... Tom Ridou! Get off me immediately──!"

Although his words were harsher than anyone else's, but in fact, he didn't want a female to lie under someone. Voldemort almost went crazy. Could it be that the self decades ago could be in heat even with his own body?

His gaffe roared, his voice was deafening, not in line with the aristocratic manner, and it was also different from his self-confident loud and lionlike, and Tom also seemed to be frightened-is it possible?However, the boy who froze in his movements really began to tremble all over.

Fear or conscience discovery? Well, well... To think so means that this person definitely doesn't know Tom well.Rui Dou, he stopped teasing and his follow-up behavior really puzzled Voldemort, because he laughed so hard that he almost rolled under the bed, his face was flushed and he even burst into tears: "Oh, Voldy, I really still like to listen to you Saying this in person..."

He crawled back onto Voldemort's body, reached out and stroked Voldemort's cheek.

The slender palm fully occupied Voldemort's current child's face. Tom hooked his little finger on Voldemort's chin, and the eyes on the handsome face that gradually enlarged at close range were bright red: "I'm really in heat...you have to be responsible..."

Tom kissed Voldemort hotly, biting Voldemort's thin lips, sucking, drawing the lip line with the tip of his tongue, and then pushing his tongue through Voldemort's teeth, kissing Voldemort who had already been kissed once, almost dying: "Tom ...Um...stop it...damn it──!"

Every time he tried to speak, Tom seized the opportunity to deepen the kiss, so Voldemort didn't move at all, but raised his eyes coldly when Tom's movements were getting more and more out of bounds, and there was even a cold smile on his face.

"Voldy?" Tom blinked when he realized that the caressed object didn't respond, and his palm was still attached to Voldemort's chest reluctantly, feeling deeply that he shouldn't dance with him or else he would definitely be regarded as a paper tiger. Even more indifferent: "Continue, Mr. Ruidou, why don't you continue?"

"Well, then I'll continue!"

Tom nodded obediently, his soft palms ran along Voldemort's chest all the way to his lower abdomen, and then he grabbed the root of desire and began to play happily, even with a smile on his face, "I will believe it when you finally understand me." You will understand" with a bright smile, Voldemort's indifference couldn't be put on any longer: "Stop! Stop! Can't you fucking hear what I'm talking about!?"

"Well, I can't tell you──!" Tom smiled happily, and the speed of caressing suddenly accelerated, making Voldemort's body tense, and then he flicked his fingers on the sensitive part of the wand, and the trick succeeded. The smile made Voldemort's teeth itch with hatred: "It's rare that you agreed, what a waste to be unsure."

What is shameless?This is called shameless!

Voldemort finally saw the face of his ward, he snorted in frustration, half of it was because of Tom's stimulation, although he bit his lip to hold back the second half of the sentence, Tom shone like a little fox Bright eyes let him know that something is wrong: "It's wrong for you to do this...don't give in...uh...under desire—hiss...don't bite!...I will arrange Veela to teach you the right way Sex education...let go!"

"It's not desire, it's love──" Tom corrected Voldemort solemnly, with some of the essence that Voldemort accidentally sprayed on his lips, he was still holding Voldemort's wand in his palm, and his face was hanging again. A wicked smile: "Actually, it's not too late to make arrangements now, why don't you teach me yourself, Voldy──"

"Love? Is that how you love people, or is that the old bee Dumbledore taught you this way?" Voldemort closed his eyes and tried to prepare magic regardless of the conflicting magic power in his chest, but Tom pinched his slender waist just at this moment. He finally vented his pent-up energy: "Stop! Stop!"

"What's wrong? I really love you." Tom put down the source of Voldemort's desire like a stream, and after putting it down, he blew lightly on it and said, "Look, I can do this all the time." It’s over, you still can’t trust me?”

Voldemort took another breath, the expression on his face became more rigid, and he frowned in a majestic voice: "You only want to fall in love with me now because of desire, even the half-giant Hagrid who is here will do the same." That's right──"

"No wonder!" Tom was annoyed, biting Voldemort's cherry punishingly, with insulted anger in his red eyes, but this time Voldemort didn't react too much, he just gritted his teeth in pain: "Forget it, you want Come on, I will be bitten by a dog..."

"I'm not a dog!" Tom wanted to speak again when he heard the words, but this time he stopped. Although his teeth were still grinding in displeasure, his lips were tight, and then he seemed like he hadn't thought much about it. After a general distress, he raised his head firmly in his eyes: "I have a solution!"

"...?" Voldemort had an ominous premonition, and Tom was already grabbing his shoulders eagerly with his eyes: "Voldy! I want to prove that I really love you, and I will do anything to love you, so... ...you fuck me!"

"I refuse!" Voldemort was dumbfounded, while Tom persevered and stripped away the last obstacle between the two: "Or you let me go?"

"Don't think about it!"

"Then you are up there?"

"NO!!!!!!!!!"

There was a commotion, whether it was a TV show or a VT transitive, maybe... both?

After the clouds cleared and the rain rested, Tom groaned: "It really hurts to have sex, Voldy next time I'm going to be on top..."

"You. Still. Dare. Say──" The man who was pressing his buttocks was indignant, and his voice seemed to come from a crushing plant.

"Don't be angry, I didn't know that I would change it back after I finished it? If you are not satisfied, why don't we do it again?"

"Don't even think about it!!!!!!!!! Cough...Damn...Damn Tom Radou!!!"