The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Harry felt that Voldemort was a little different today.

He pretended to be asleep before rushing over, since Hermione and Ron couldn't cover him through dinner with the increasingly strict Mrs. Weasley.They missed dinner because of this, and could only cuddle up and chat on the sofa——

Snuggling each other, this position is not normal in the first place.

It's not that Harry doesn't like it, but... Normally, Voldemort seems to rarely engage in meaningless physical contact with him.

When they chat, they often sit opposite each other, not counting the kisses and hugs when they are emotional, and there is usually a dining table or coffee table in between.But today Voldemort took the initiative to sit next to him, without even retaining any basic personal space, and Harry basically leaned on his shoulder unconsciously.

It was only when his skin touched the material that Harry realized how close they were.

He froze slightly, feeling at a certain moment that he would be pushed away, or the other party would voluntarily withdraw.

After waiting for two seconds, neither of the two situations happened, he slowly relaxed, unconsciously a little weight was distributed to him.

Voldemort looked down at him slightly, and they were breathing close again.

"Stay here tonight." He said softly, his low eyebrows pleasing to the eyes exuded an extreme charm.

A secret anticipation ran down his spine, and Harry nodded slightly.Kissed into his arms again.

Soon, the location shifted to the big bed in the master bedroom.

Voldemort unbuttoned his clothes one by one, Harry was so itchy that he tore off his shirt and threw it under the bed.

"You're too impatient." Voldemort chuckled.Instead, he pulled out and untied his belt slowly.

"Pretending bastard!" Harry jumped at him angrily, ripping his sweater wildly.Voldemort had to grab his hands and pin him down on the bed with his knees between his legs.

"Take it easy, Harry." His fingers slid across Harry's inner thigh, causing a certain part to bulge even more. "Today I won't be as polite as last time, you have to be fully prepared."

...The little three-wheeled yellow storm flew by...

When they got out of the shower and lay back on the bed, Harry felt like he was falling apart, and he didn't want to move a finger.

But strange things are still happening.

Voldemort didn't get on his side of the bed, but forced himself up on the side he was lying on, pushing Harry into the middle.

The cool skin that had just been bathed pressed against each other, and suddenly became hot again.

In order to prevent the gun from misfiring, Harry had to gather his energy and move out a little more, keeping a distance from him.As a result, Voldemort held him firmly in his arms.

"Where are you going?" he asked out of his nose.

"I want to sleep," said Harry resignedly.The body is too lazy to move.

Voldemort said "hmm", which seemed to mean "sleep", but he didn't let go of Harry's arm.

"You're a little weird today..." Harry muttered, looking for a comfortable position in his arms.

Voldemort seemed to laugh, and asked above his head, "Too intense?"

Harry nodded, then shook his head again: "It's not this... Although it's true, you perverted/sex maniac has finally revealed your true nature..."

This time Voldemort actually smiled, thumbed through Harry's tangled hair, and said in a soft, seductive voice, "I'm glad I didn't disappoint you."

Harry rolled his eyes, how on earth did he get the positive meaning out of the pure curse?

And he actually felt that all of this was damn appropriate, and there was something terribly interesting about it.

He must have been infected by perversion.

Harry pushed him, feeling the need to keep his distance.

It is conceivable that a certain old and strong demon king did not move at all.

"...why can't you tell when you're wearing clothes?" Harry muttered disapprovingly.

Given their close proximity, Voldemort could hear them perfectly.

"You can't tell when your butt is so upturned when you're dressed." He teased/teasing him in a complimenting tone.

Harry's cheeks were completely flushed.

"Shut the fuck up... it's done!"

He rolled over, trying to fall asleep away from his composure.

Voldemort moved closer again, "Are you sure you want to point your butt at me?"

Harry lay flat in an instant, and stared at him through gritted teeth: "You really—"

He stopped suddenly, and Voldemort waited patiently, "Just what?"

Harry's gaze became strange, that word had been lingering in his mind vaguely, but the madness/things just now obviously diluted it, and now it was picked up by reason again.

"Just - damn - clingy," said Harry oddly.

It's a creepy word for the Dark Lord, but it really fits Harry's feelings best.

Sure enough, those beautiful red eyes narrowed dangerously.Before he could do anything, Harry quickly picked up the quilt and covered him, hugging him on his hands and feet, and said quickly, "But it's cute! Let's go to sleep!"

"... I've rarely heard such perfunctory flattery, Harry," commented Voldemort, "and such disgusting adjectives."

Harry grinned sullenly in his arms, making it itchy and hot.Voldemort rubbed the top of his head punishingly, as if he didn't think the hair was messy enough, and finally reached out and turned off the lamp.

Harry had to be back at the Burrow before breakfast, in case Mrs Weasley knocked on the door and found him absent.

Voldemort had to wake him up early, expressing his displeasure at needing to serve as a humanoid alarm clock.

"Haha..." Harry was magically amused by him early in the morning, "I didn't find you so cute before!"

Voldemort gave a horrible dark smile: "Say that word one more time and I'll handcuff you to your knees and not allow you to orgasm all day."

Harry let out a strange cry, staring at him strangely and ambiguously: "You must have fantasized about this!"

"Would you like to try it?" Voldemort didn't mean to deny it at all, and looked at him with interest, "You look very excited, you kid who likes excitement?"

Harry jumped out of bed and dressed quickly.

"I haven't. I must go . . . where's the portkey?"

To facilitate secret appointments, he made door keys to the Burrow and apartment buildings and carried them with him.

Of course, after last night's rough treatment, he could be forgiven for missing the Portkey from his pocket.

Harry had to think about looking for it on the ground, but Voldemort was in a good mood and used the Coming Charm to help him solve the problem.

Harry gave him a kiss on the cheek without hesitation, "Thanks."

Then he looked at him intently: "...It's back to normal."

Voldemort raised an eyebrow, awaiting an explanation.

Harry laughed early, as if afraid not to annoy him—

"Clingy."

He thought that after kissing his face, he would be caught and upgraded to a farewell kiss level.

——It has to be said that Harry has vaguely found some interest in teasing the Dark Lord's version of his boyfriend, but this must not be known by himself.

Voldemort was not as annoyed as Harry had expected, and he became increasingly aware of the horror of the Savior's keen intuition.

Last night was the monthly Muggle day, and touching Harry would restore his magic.In the past, he had to restrain himself because of the disguise and the situation, until this time he couldn't touch him to his heart's content.

The feeling of magic flow is unparalleled, and he is indeed addicted to it.Add to that the thrill of sex/love... last night's orgasm was just mind-blowing.

Although Harry also enjoyed it, he didn't ignore the slight differences between his performance before and after.Maybe the past experience of being deceived also taught him some lessons...

Voldemort thought without shame.Enter Hogwarts right away, if the Muggle Day problem can be solved, there is no need to alarm Harry...

Before Harry activated the Portkey, Voldemort's nonexistent conscience finally seemed to be discovered.

"Perhaps I should remind you that both Dumbledores have seen me. Will your Gryffindor friends keep the secret?"

He smiled kindly at Harry.

"But don't worry too much, I can make an exception and provide two forget-it-alls."

"...No need. I thank you."

Harry followed his smirk and activated the Portkey.