Harry nuzzled under the Dark Lord's chin, arms around his neck, one leg thrown over the man's side. It was still late, or early, however you wanted to look at it. The sun had yet to rise, so it was chilly on the Astronomy Tower. However, Voldemort made sure that the chilled air was kept at bay, a simple spell easily keeping his Serpent warm. Tracing patterns into his back, he hummed his approval when he felt that Harry was waking again. It was nearly 7:30, a little later than the serpent normally woke, but he had plenty of time before classes, which started at 9.
Though the man was not quite sure he was going to release his Serpent to go to class.
The teen stretched then gasped when he felt the man still inside him, stirring his insides. "Mmm..." He bit his lip, slowly opening his emerald orbs to gaze up at the man that had not once taken his eyes off him. Blushing lightly, he looked away, but tightened his arms around the wizard's neck, drawing him closer. He chuckled, and the boy said in a mumbled voice, "Good morning, Tom..." 'Tom' stiffened inside of him at the sound of their language, bringing another gasp from his lips. "Mmm..." He closed his eyes, tucking his head back under his chin.
Chuckling, Voldemort ran his fingers through the teen's too-long hair, gently tugging at the ends of it. "Good morning, my little Serpent." Harry shuddered at the words whispered into his ear, looking up at the man with wide, still sleepy emerald eyes. The man smirked, leaning down to gently press their lips together. A moan escaped the teen's lips, and he tightened his grip on the man's neck, pulling him down while pushing himself up, crashing their lips hard together.
The man followed suit, quickly dominating his Serpent in the kiss, leaving him breathless in a matter of seconds. The boy's toes curling, he lifted his legs to push the man further inside of him, both groaning at the feel of such. Voldemort clutched him tighter, shifting his hips to drive his quickly hardening cock further into the boy, making him gasp and moan, tangling his fingers into his hair. "Ah..."
They kissed for a matter of minutes, before Harry pulled away and rested his head on his chest, panting heavily. Chuckling again, the Dark Lord combed his fingers back through his hair, rubbing his back in a soothing manner. Face a tad bit flushed, the teen look up at him, a million questions bubbling at his lips, yet he was hesitant to disturb the comfortable silence they sat in. It was nice, to just be able to sit there with someone and not have to worry about what they thought of you.
He wasn't quite sure exactly what Voldemort thought of him, but he didn't really care, to be honest.
"Speak your thoughts, little Serpent," He pressed his lips to the teen's forehead, who released a sigh of breath, relaxing at the feel. The teen very much so enjoyed the fact that Tom only spoke to him in their language; it made their conversations feel all that much more intimate.
Clearing his throat, he looked up at him with Avada Kedavra green eyes, and the man flashed back, if only for a second, to how those eyes had looked on an infant, when he had whispered those very words that nearly cost him his own life. A shudder ran down his spine as he thought of how it had felt, to be hit with his own killing curse. Still... ultimately, it had made him stronger, and now, from that pain, he now had this magnificent creature he called his own. This Serpent was rightfully his, and not a damn person could do a damn thing about it.
After smirking inwardly to himself at how good that felt to think, he turned his attention back on the boy.
"How in the bloody hell are you accomplishing this? You're on the grounds of Hogwarts, for God's sake!" The man only smirked, a smug glint to his crimson eyes.
"That old fool doesn't know every secret there is to this old castle, and not every trick up my sleeve. I can do a great many things he has claimed are impossible." Harry believed him wholeheartedly, but couldn't help but feel a little anxious; just because the man didn't know he could get on the grounds didn't mean he didn't know he was there. As if reading his thought, which he probably did, the man continued, "And if the old fool did know I was here... why hasn't he done anything? My little Serpent, I have thought this through. I am not as much a fool as you believe I am."
