[HP] Seven Nights Talk

Voldemort moved closer, but the two didn't touch, but enough to see the reflection in the other's eyes, all of himself.The emerald eyes opened wider than usual, the expression on his face trembled unnaturally, but his lips were tightly pressed. "Which result do you want?" He seemed to see through Harry's swaying heart.

"I think..." Harry just opened his mouth when he realized that he was being led away by the other party. "I didn't think about anything!" He recovered and said angrily.The other party was too close to him, as close as if all the air he sucked in was emitted from the other party.Of course, he and Voldemort had been together for more than two years, at times when they were more intimate; but in the human state, the situation was quite stressful.Seems like something needs to be done to ease the...

Harry's eyes couldn't help but slide down the high bridge of the nose, and then stopped on the thin lips.Voldemort seems to have controlled his own appearance to around his twenties—to be honest, he thought Voldemort had a good face when he was a child, and it became more and more handsome as he grew up, so he couldn't pick out that slick tongue at all. There is something wrong with Chun's mouth.Different from the frivolous and violent aura carried by old Riddle, the person in front of him seemed to act gracefully on the surface, but in fact, he contained greater danger.

"Really?" Voldemort put a hand on Harry's shoulder, his jade-like eyes still fixed on him.He has always believed in his own charm, and if anyone else said this negation, he would not believe it.But the one in front of him was Harry, a Gryffindor who never played cards according to common sense.So he didn't make the next move quickly, but just said softly, "Say it again?"

The voice didn't sound threatening, but Harry moved uneasily.He found that Voldemort's lips barely moved when he spoke, but because of the current distance, he could already see the neat teeth and the flickering tip of his tongue.And out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the other party's Adam's apple was rolling slightly when he was speaking.Oops, why does this even look gracefully shaped?

He wanted to look away, to sidle to the other side, but the hand on his shoulder prevented the movement.He also felt that his mouth and tongue were dry, and he managed to control the urge to swallow saliva.At the same time, he wanted to answer Voldemort's words, using the loudest voice, to prove that he really didn't think anything, but he opened his mouth several times, but couldn't get it out-then, he finally understood what he was expecting-the thought in his heart The beast woke up, and the throbbing feeling almost burst through the chest——

Realizing this, Harry froze at the same time.Isn't it just two kisses?One time he was drunk, another time it happened for a reason, it wasn't serious.How could he be obsessed with that feeling?How could you fall in love with this person?

Voldemort was still watching him while he was at war in his head.Harry was looking directly at him at first, but then fell; and then, seeing something or thinking of something, he became dodged.It wasn't a normal reaction, either from Harry's character or from their previous relationship.It's too obvious, if this is nothing to show... The smile on the corner of his lips grew stronger: "What's the matter? Are you suddenly speechless?"

Seeing his reaction, Harry was immediately annoyed, and crossed the two questions just now in his mind. "I really didn't think about anything!" Must be the reason he had only touched Voldemort recently!It can't be that he really...

But he miscalculated.Before he could finish the sentence, Voldemort took action.He bent down, quickly lifted Harry's head slightly with his other hand, and the kiss fell. "Let me guess, is this what you were thinking just now?" After the kiss, he pulled away a little, showing a full gentleman's demeanor.

Got it right!Harry felt his face thump, familiar. "You...I..." He was really speechless for a moment, but after seeing the other party's narrow smile, all the embarrassment was thrown away. "You did it on purpose!" he said angrily, knocking off Voldemort's hand that was holding his chin. "You made me look bad on purpose!"

"Do you think this is embarrassing?" Voldemort raised one corner of his mouth, thinking that the puffed-up Harry was... very cute.Emerald stared at him with raging rage; her hands were also clenched, as if she was about to punch him directly.How did he not find out before?With the character of the savior, there is obviously a better place to put him than the enemy!He thought to himself, but he didn't stop talking: "I don't know who left a wound on others, huh?"

What he meant was that he was talking about their first kiss.Harry thought of what the hell he had done back then, and he felt even more smoke coming from the soles of his feet. "It was necessary!" he argued forcefully, feeling again that perhaps Voldemort had somehow anticipated this development and made it so comfortable both times - and he still refused to admit that he really felt it - Knowing the taste of food marrow is really bad!But even though he scolded himself thousands of times in his heart, he still refused to admit it: "Didn't it just bite you? At worst, let you bite back!"

Harry said this in a fit of anger, but immediately regretted it after saying it.Originally, if it was a fist, it would be okay to say it, but what is it if you say such a thing at this time, if it is not a disguised kiss?Even if he doesn't think so, the other party will definitely think about it!So he came to his senses immediately, and added: "Or you can..."

But Voldemort cut him off. "Isn't it just a sign? I can understand."

Harry stared at him in bewilderment, with a growing sense of foreboding. "What mark are you talking about?" Why does it sound like a description of property?

Voldemort raised the corner of his mouth at him, easily pushed Harry down on the bed with one hand, and loosened his shirt tie with the other hand.Harry fell face-up on the soft quilt, unable to react to this development for a moment, and wanted to sit up, but soon found that it was impossible - a body much stronger than him was pressing on it, It completely covered his upper body, and his arms were firmly held down.Voldemort looked thin, but it wasn't like that at all when he touched it; and his next words were almost lip-to-lip, and the ambiguous atmosphere was restored almost immediately.

"I tagged you early on - you'll always be mine, boy."

"Just..." Harry had just uttered a sound, and realized that speaking at this time was an absolutely wrong choice.The other party was obviously waiting for this opportunity, and his lips and tongue immediately slipped in, completely blocking what he said behind.

What is this doing?He was pressed on the bed by Voldemort and kissed?Harry's mind went blank for a moment.But he soon realized that his description was not quite accurate.Pressing on the bed is right, but a forced kiss is not the case—the tip of his nose was entwined with that familiar breath again, he subconsciously relaxed, his lips danced, and was quickly provoked by the feeling that he didn't continue just now; the other party's body temperature was through The flimsy material passed over him, making him feel not only on fire on his face, but also on his body.

This feeling of "finally got it" got in the way of Harry's thinking, and it took him several seconds to think of resisting.But the last sentence finally began to pass through his brain-what is "I tagged you early in the morning"?What is "You'll Be Mine Forever, Boy"?

Early morning mark?Well, isn't that a rebound of the Kedavra?This also gave him a soul piece as a carry-on gift, so what... is it his?Harry regained consciousness for a moment.Who is whose?Did Voldemort dare to use a scar as the basis for their new relationship now?

Harry was furious for a moment.This is nothing else, but the goal he cares about most and hopes to achieve most.He wanted his loved ones back, the first two being Mom and Dad.And his scar was left when Voldemort killed his parents and was about to kill him.This recognition made him sweep away his charming emotions just now - where did he lose his head to have the illusion of falling in love?Voldemort certainly wouldn't bother to mess with something like that, it was himself... He couldn't believe it, he thought that - it was so weak, so wrong, how could he, how could he -

Harry couldn't think anymore.He moved his teeth and bit down.The combination of anger and shame acted like a catalyst, making him use a lot of energy.Before biting down, he was quite skeptical about the success rate, knowing that this was not the first time he had done this, and Voldemort could not have been unprepared; Remember this lesson yourself.

It turned out to be different from what Harry expected.They were kissing passionately, and the moment before he moved, he clearly noticed that the other party stopped for a moment, and he must have noticed it.At that moment, he only thought that this time he really had to teach himself a deep enough lesson.But the other didn't flinch, and then there was—they both groaned in pain.In the mouth, there is a little sweetness first, and then there is a salty rusty taste.

Harry's eyes widened from a distance he couldn't see clearly.Because Voldemort neither let go of him nor said anything, but just stretched out his hand to pinch his chin, and continued the tasteless kiss.He was stunned for a while, and then wanted to resist, but found that his hand had completely lost control at some point.This made him only open his mouth, listening to the sound of water echoing in the air, and felt liquid slipping from the corner of his mouth, exposed to the air, and soon became cold, sticky and uncomfortable.

Kissing seems to be a form of torture.By the time Voldemort finally ended, Harry felt his mouth and tongue go numb, and he was completely unconscious.He lay flat on the bed, panting slightly, unable to say anything, and didn't know what to say.However, the distance Voldemort opened allowed him to finally see the other person's face clearly, and there was a bloodstain on his lips, which was shocking.His eyes looked calm, without the vengeance or anger he expected.

Voldemort really didn't seem to care that Harry bit them both.He licked his lips with the tip of his tongue, and said in a casual tone, "I knew it would become like this." Then he looked down at Harry, with a look of regret on his face: "Are you trying to kill me now? Or , want to kill yourself even more?"

The author has something to say: synchronous spoof small theater:

If HP is an ABO setting, V is a natural A, and Harry is a hidden O—

V (proud): If I tag you, you will always be mine.

Harry (angry): How dare you!

[If you don’t know what the ABO setting is, you can take a look at it]