[HP] Crack

Harry's arm was so painful that it seemed that the other party had poured all his anger on this poor arm. He considered whether to take it off and give it to him. Voldemort seemed to have a special affection for other people's arms.

They walked down the stairs in silence, and the surroundings were eerily quiet, as if the last bit of heat had evaporated, leaving only the coldness that could devour the soul.Countless escape plans flashed through Harry's mind, he threw off his hand and hid in the alley, had a fight with him, and knocked him unconscious while he was sleeping... The absurdity and stimulation made his adrenaline rush Bah, he bit his lips to hold back the trembling, but his bones were still rattling, and he couldn't help himself with excitement.

Voldemort dragged him forcefully back to where he slept for the night.The pressed out human silhouette is still visible on the lawn.He released him forcefully, stared at the grass for a while, and suddenly said: "I really want to end this right away, don't you?"

Harry didn't bother to answer and turned his head away.The man's face became even more gloomy.

"Take off your clothes," he said.

"...What?" Harry finally responded.

"I won't repeat it a second time. Or do you want me to help you?"

They stared at each other for a moment when suddenly Harry rushed up and threw a punch at him, which Voldemort caught swiftly, tucked his hand behind his back, and began pulling at his coat.

"Stop the fuck! Get out of here!" Harry roared angrily, throwing him away and taking a few steps back in embarrassment.Panting, he wiped his forehead, unzipped his coat, and dropped it on the ground.

Voldemort looked at him for a moment, his pale mouth moved: "Take it all off, Potter."

"What did you say?"

"You heard me."

"You want to whip me?" His expression was deformed, and a gust of wind blew over his bare neck, and he shivered.

"Don't talk too much, just do what I tell you!"

"I'm not your fucking Death Eater!" he roared, shaking with rage, "I'm Harry Potter! Can you see clearly? Do you need to wipe your eyes? You think you can call me what you want , or do you think that I dare not resist with that oath? Do you think that I am afraid of you like Malfoy, and dare not complain no matter what you do? Wake up, I am the enemy you chose yourself, and you gave me An equal seat!"

Harry was panting heavily after saying these words, his cheeks flushed, not even the cold wind could calm him down.What the hell is it all about?They should return to their original positions and be each other's worst enemies. This is the correct development.He had had enough of Voldemort.

"Don't forget that oath, Potter." After a few minutes, Voldemort's voice rang in his ears.Harry gave a harsh sneer and said sarcastically, "Oh, of course I'll finish. I'll keep my promises, unlike you."

"You talk to me like that again—"

"I don't want to talk to you," Harry cut him off. "I'll shut up, okay?"

The man looked at him sullenly for a few seconds, strode up to him, squeezed his chin and forced him to lift his face.

"Coincidentally, I also want to end this early... If you think so too, take off your clothes now. This is the last resort, understand?"

With a start, Harry remembered what Voldemort had said about "the other way" before going to bed.He turned his face away vigorously, avoiding his hands, took a step back, and began to take off his sweater expressionlessly.

Undressing in the cold winter is a test for anyone, and the cold wind seizes the opportunity to sneak in from every crack, eager to suck all his heat away.Trembling, Harry threw the cotton coat he had taken off on the ground, glanced at Voldemort from the corner of his eye, and began to take off his pants slowly.

When all he had left was a pair of underwear, the man finally nodded for him to come over.Harry walked towards him with folded arms, too cold to speak, cursing inwardly.

Voldemort sat down on the lawn, pointed to his thigh, and said, "Sit here."

Harry sniffed, thinking his brain might be frozen.

"Didn't you hear, Potter?"

Harry wanted him to repeat exactly where he was supposed to sit, but he didn't want to talk to Voldemort at all, so he sat in front of him with his back turned to him.The person behind clasped his waist and hugged him, Harry's back pressed against the thin body, and he froze instantly.

The first thing he felt was cold, much cooler than his body temperature, but slightly warmer than the cold wind blowing him.Unlike sleeping with several layers of thick clothing, this time there was only a thin robe between them, and Harry could almost feel the other's heartbeat, vibrating his muscles.

Soon, though, he couldn't care less about Voldemort's heartbeat - when his hands stopped resting peacefully on his waist and began to slide upwards.

He has long noticed that his palm is very big, and with a slight movement, he touched the part that made him feel embarrassed before.Harry couldn't say whether it made him feel humiliated or angry, maybe both, maybe neither, but Voldemort's hand didn't stay in one place all the time, it moved slowly and orderly.Harry swallowed, his Adam's apple rolling.He could feel it, that he was indeed touching him—for whatever purpose, his hands were glued to his skin.

"Stay still, Potter." Sensing his struggle, the man pressed his other hand harder, "I don't want to use this method, but you're forcing me to hurry up."

Harry's brain was so hot that it was about to explode, he couldn't think of anything.Voldemort's silky, gentle and cold hand was resting on his chest. He stayed there for a long time, as if he felt that this was a relatively critical part that needed to be taken seriously.

Damn, Harry suppressed the moan that was about to overflow his throat, what the hell kind of method is this? !

As if feeling that enough was enough, the hand slowly moved down to his lower abdomen.Finally, Harry breathed a sigh of relief, adjusted his posture and leaned more comfortably in his arms, and then found that the man's hand was still sliding, and the fabric was parted.

"What the hell are you doing?" He finally couldn't help but hold his hand.Voldemort pushed him away hard, and said impatiently, "Leave you to me, Potter! You must be familiar with this!"

"I wasn't going to - damn - um -" Harry didn't feel the cold at all now, he was insanely hot.Shame and annoyance engulfed him, but it couldn't overwhelm his physical response.He never thought about it, and of course he didn't have the mind to deal with his needs in his busy and stressful days.It was unbearable for him to provoke him again after suppressing it for a long time, and he even had to grit his teeth to control himself not to send it to him.This was obviously not going to work, it was so wrong, and if that was the so-called last resort, he could see why Voldemort was so reluctant.

The panties were quickly soiled, and Harry bit his shoulder sideways, hugging his back.Voldemort pulled him away so that they were facing each other, and his hands climbed up his back, soothing the tense muscles.

"Relax, Potter, you need to trust me..."

"How many times does this take?" he asked through gritted teeth, tugging at his robe.

"Until you can fully accept it. I suggest you cooperate a bit, if you don't want it to take too long... since none of us want this."

"...I believe there is another way."

"Physical contact can enhance trust, you just subconsciously still resist me, Potter!" the man said unceremoniously, Harry couldn't understand why he could speak so righteously, "If you can't Eliminate it yourself, we have to take other measures."

"Hiss... I believe I can."

"If you can accept this, then I will believe it too."