Close Or Far From The Law

Chapter 28 : 27. End of school year thoughts

He felt like his mind was going endlessly blank over the situation. Part of his brain coldly analyzed that Voldemort's mouth was much softer than he would have expected. The word 'suave' even reared its head as the pressure grew stronger. Harry gasped and widened his eyes in shock as the dark wizard's tongue traced his chapped lips before sliding between them. Harry latched onto the man who teased his own tongue, causing a shiver to run through his body. A hand squeezed his black locks, Harry closed his eyes as he felt filled with warmth and well-being. He didn't respond to the kiss, he didn't even know how to do it, but he didn't resist Voldemort's visit. His eldest was tender and eager, Harry could tell this one wanted to devour him. He couldn't say if he feared it, though.

Mouth to mouth, they remained united for a few seconds after the kiss. Harry noticed that he was short of breath and that the taste of Voldemort lingered on his taste buds. He didn't dare open his eyes, he wasn't sure what he was going to find in the black mage's gaze and he... Yes, he was a little afraid. After all, he hadn't known how to do anything. If his mentor was disappointed... Harry tried to push the idea away. It was absurd to think that Voldemort would have expected anything like that from him. He didn't know anything about it, he was thirteen!

-You are perfect.

Harry stopped breathing for a few seconds, stunned. What ? Voldemort's mouth drifted along her jaw to her ear. His hot breath crashed there, Harry shuddering as the dark wizard added.

-Absolutely perfect for me. To think that I almost destroyed you, little lion. What a loss you would have been.

-Thomas, I…

-Shh… I feel your fear. You will understand with time that you can believe me.

Harry stiffened a little at a kiss under her ear, only to relax at the next ones, almost in spite of himself. He felt so hot now, while the feeling of security he always felt around Voldemort left him limp in the older man's embrace. His scar hummed softly and when he met Voldemort's bloody eyes again, Harry raised his hand to caress the lips that had traveled over his face. The black mage let himself be done in turn, with an unreadable glint in his eyes. No matter how much he wanted to understand, Harry felt that it would remain inaccessible to him for a long time to come.

-I'm going to kiss you again. An objection?

He should have one, yes. Harry searched for her but his mind was incapable of formulating the slightest protest. On the contrary, he moved closer and brushed Voldemort's lips himself, as if to quickly regain the comfort he had encountered earlier. He heard himself moan as he opened up for the man and this time he gave a shy response but a response nonetheless. All it took to encourage his mentor who plundered his mouth relentlessly, tracking his breath, sucking his tongue, savoring him as one would savor a special dish.

Harry can't say how much talking this took. He was dazed when he returned to Gryffindor Tower where he dreamed of these exchanges in his sheets.

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To wake up the next day, in a sort of torpor. Harry could almost believe that Voldemort was a vampire who had stolen his energy and magic. Except that the latter sparkled in his veins as it had the day before, at the black mage's intimate contact with him. Their powers were intertwined, intertwined. Caressed. He had never heard of such a thing, nor had he seen it. Harry supposed that couples actually knew about the phenomenon, but how could he ask about it without arousing curiosity?

His mind kept drifting to the question Voldemort had asked him. And clearly, Harry hadn't hated it. It would be dishonest to say it when he had participated with an enthusiasm that impressed him now that he could calmly analyze the moment. Voldemort ended up lifting him up and he, straddling the man, had kissed him without even thinking about it, nuzzling against the strong, adult body of his eldest. Adult…