Supreme, Supreme, Dark Lord!

The breath from the tip of the nose is clear, but when blended, it has an intoxicating fragrance. After the kiss, the handsome young man slowly lowered his proud head, extended his lips to his neck for a tour, and finally stayed above the collarbone, using his sharp canine teeth Torn out a wound, and then drank the delicious blood of the young man.

The wound was painful, but it was also numb. As he sucked it, the young man's face slowly turned red. He inserted his ten fingers into the black-haired young man's hair, combed it as if it was painful but also comfortable, and sent out a breath from his nasal cavity. Hoarse, sweet and deep moan: "Ah... um... Voldy..."

"... When I am eating, can you not make strange noises to disturb me?" The soft lips that sucked the blood trembled, and then bit down with some annoyance, leaving tooth marks on the young Ruyu's skin The young man showed a dissatisfied expression. Tom hugged the young man and sat on his lap, raised his chin in the young man's discomfort, kissed the young man's lips intentionally and helplessly, and licked the young man slowly with the tip of his tongue. The blood beads at the corner of the mouth, "This is also impossible, who let you make me so comfortable?"

"...Next time you cut my blood vessels and put them in a bowl!" The boy's thick skin and intimacy always made Voldemort uncomfortable. He put his index finger on Tom's forehead, and nudged it expressionlessly, But Tom put his arms around Voldemort's waist, leaned his head on Voldemort's chest, stared up at Voldemort with his playful smiling eyes, "You won't be... are you shy?"

"...What does my name mean?" Big blue veins representing anger rose again on the young man's forehead, and he sat on the young man's lap and pressed Tom to the back of the chair in frustration. Leaning back, the boy blinked in bewilderment, his sinister eyes looked pure and moist at the moment, a few years younger than his actual age, but Voldemort was not affected at all, he just squinted his eyes Staring at Tom, he frowned furiously and proudly, and murmured in a cold voice, "My name is 'Flying Away from Death', how could such a thing make me shy!"

"Oh──wouldn't you be shy?" The cunning young man only chose the part he wanted to hear, and seeing his lover's self-confident look, he took the young man into his arms with a smirk, but he forgot that now he was completely indifferent With the center of gravity leaning back, this random movement will have retribution.

"Crack..."

The chair, which could not bear the weight of two people, broke, and the young man sitting on his lap stood up straight quickly, but Tom, who was already sitting down, was not so lucky. After landing on the ground, I belatedly let out a painful moan, "Oh...it hurts..."

"Pfft...hehehe..." The young man responded with a merciless chuckle. Seeing Tom fall to the ground, Voldemort showed no mercy at all, and just looked at him from a chuckle to a big laugh. The young man on the ground let out a mocking sneer through his nostrils, almost without cynicism.

"...Voldy, can't you feel sorry for me?" Tom looked at the smile on Voldemort's face in a trance and greedy. He had never seen his Voldy smile so happily, which made the boy who didn't react stunned Looking a little silly on the ground, Voldemort looked at Tom on the ground, his fiery red eyes blinked: "My heart hurts──you?"

The look of raised eyebrows made Tom's teeth itch. He just sat on the ground and reached out to Voldemort shamelessly, "Voldemort, pull me up."

"Oh...? Okay." Hearing the young man's request, Voldemort raised his eyebrows, and actually stretched out his hand. As for dear Voldy's palm that was trying to pull him, Tom's reaction was to grab the other's wrist , Take it directly to your arms.

"Tom...you!" Unexpectedly, Voldemort, who was pulled into his arms by the young man, was stunned for a moment, and then raised his head with a smile on his face. He frowned, although there was an evil smile on the corner of his mouth, But it seemed depressing and terrifying, "What do you think you are doing?"

"Don't think I don't know, you're just trying to pretend to pull me and let go." His eyes rolled slightly, and Tom's raised lips were also full of evil spirits. He raised his eyebrows, similar and very close The two handsome faces stared at each other calmly, and then...

"Chirp."

"……what you do!"

"Huh? You're staring at me, don't you want me to kiss you?"

"That's--there's no such thing, just let me go!"

Being pulled into his arms and staring at the little tiger again, the result of Voldemort, who didn't know he was going to die desperately, was to be eaten up again and thrown on the bed for the second, third and fourth rounds. It seems that there is really a plan to do this?

In the end, the result of the big devil and the little devil is that the punisher and the punished fall asleep together. The director knows that this style of painting is wrong, but please ignore it.