[HP] Crack

As Harry knelt and cleaned his panties with his wand, his only thought was how to get Voldemort to forget about it.

It's a good way to forget about it, as long as he's not paying attention... Harry glanced back slightly, Voldemort was looking at him, his face burned for some reason, and he turned back immediately.

He's different from that man, he just passed his 17th birthday, it's normal to have such a need...and he really hasn't vented for a long time, so it's not a shame to come out several times...

He pulled his clothes back on, zipped them all the way up, and reluctantly walked over to Voldemort.It was early in the morning, and the man still looked energetic and not tired at all.Harry lay down slowly on the lawn, took off his glasses, and let out a breath.

It's impossible for him to give himself to him... It's impossible, once he trusts him, one day the other party will use this to make him suffer.

The hands behind his back came up again and clasped around his waist.Harry moved unnaturally, thinking it might be part of his training, and had to talk himself into it.

He needs to get used to it, Harry thought vaguely, just get used to it...

However, when he opened his eyes in the morning and found that he didn't know when he was in Voldemort's arms, still tightly wrapped around his shoulders, he was still frightened.

It couldn't have been his own initiative, and Harry defended himself desperately, but to convince him that Voldemort was willing to let him sleep on his chest face to face, he'd rather admit that he had unconsciously found an inappropriate pillow.

The man is still awake, eyes closed, like an unreal painting.His hands wrapped around Harry's waist, which felt tight even through his clothes.From Harry's angle, he could just see his slender neck, gleaming faintly in the sunlight.

Voldemort had touched nearly all of his body last night, but he hadn't touched his neck.No, he touched it—he strangled this fragile part fiercely under the rage, making him smell the breath of death.

In fact, he can also try it, let him taste the same taste as him... So who is used to all this?The evil Voldemort also relaxed his vigilance, allowing his enemies to seize the opportunity.

Harry thought, his heart beating like a drum.His hand can touch his neck with a slight stretch, and he can make him suffer... He swallowed, but looked away, and touched his pocket.

"What are you doing?" A man's cold voice sounded behind his ears, and Harry froze.

"you're awake."

"Of course, otherwise I would have seen the wand fall into your hand." He sneered and pushed Harry's hand away. "You stared at my neck for so long, I thought you were going to do something..."

"It was meant to be, but it didn't make sense," Harry said unconvinced.

Voldemort glanced at him and said casually, "Undo your clothes."

Harry's face turned red, he couldn't help thinking about everything from last night, and he gritted his teeth: "What are you doing?"

"Let me see... come here Potter, I won't touch your place - this kind of reaction shows that you are not used to it!"

"How can you get used to it? Do you like people touching you everywhere?" He couldn't help but yelled at him.

"You have to get used to it," the man said cruelly.

Harry stared at him for a moment, then finally took off his shirt.As he said, Voldemort did not touch the bottom this time, but it was enough to make this young and sensitive body react.Desperately suppressing the restlessness in his chest, Harry bit his lip to keep himself from making a sound.He didn't want him to know that he actually felt very comfortable, his cold fingers set him ablaze, seeded the dry earth, and he wanted even more... He slipped his hand into his trousers a little bit, trying to let him go while he wasn't looking. Relieved himself a little, but he was stopped before he even started.

"You can't move, Potter."

"what?"

"I told you, you are not the controller!"

"It doesn't make sense!"

"Hold it, you won't tell me that you can't wait for this." He sneered.

Harry cursed him countless times in his heart, but he still didn't touch himself, even though he was so uncomfortable that he almost exploded.When Voldemort withdrew his hand, he subconsciously pressed it, although he didn't know where the impulse came from.

"What are you going to do?" The man stared at him with blood-red eyes, like two abysses.

"No." Harry said dryly, but still grabbed his hand, "Where did you know this method?"

"I figured it out myself. If you hold on, Potter, I'll think you want one more time."

"So what?" he blurted out, and after he finished speaking, he realized what he had just said, his face blushed instantly, and he hurriedly made amends, "I mean, I think the method you speculate is very unreliable. "

The man frowned and leaned closer to him, casting a shadow over Harry's naked body.

"Potter, do you want me to teach you a lesson?"

Harry bit his lower lip tightly, as if he couldn't help it anymore, and finally gave up and shouted: "Well, if you want, you can do it! Or can you just do it to the end?"

Voldemort didn't move, a rare look of confusion appeared on his face: "Your words are confusing. You mean—"

"I mean I want you to touch me, just like last time!" Harry was desperate, he knew he was screwed, showing weakness to Voldemort would be the most humiliating experience he could have, and the pleasure/feeling at the hands of the enemy Almost the same.It was just one night—he had only fallen for one night before he collapsed, temporarily forgetting how much he hated him, it was disgusting.

He quickly undressed again like last night, but this time he lay in front of him for him to fiddle with.Familiar with all this, he comforted himself that he would be able to leave him soon, when all these messy longings and delusions would disappear, and he would still be the same Harry Potter, who had not crossed any boundaries with Voldemort s contact.

He didn't hide himself this time and yelled out. When he got up out of breath, Voldemort grabbed his wrist and pressed him to the ground again. He felt that there was something wrong with the other party's state.

"Try it, Potter, look at me..." He turned him over and gazed greedily at his lingering face.Before he could recover, Harry slammed into those haunting eyes, drowning defenselessly into the depths.

It was as if a hand was gently poking at his soul, gently pushing aside the river of his memory, and eagerly digging into every place... It was a feeling of being deeply watched, and he passed through silently. In the midsummer and cold winter, the soul was scattered, pushed to the depths... His hot inside was unreservedly turned out, a strange ecstasy covered him, and then the cold and dark oppression, his mouth and nose were blocked, Pressed into the deep winter snow, the suffocating darkness filled his internal organs.He wanted to yell at him, that's enough, don't go on, his brain can't take it like this... get used to it, Potter, get used to it...

The mental suppression was much more intense and painful than pure physical contact, he couldn't even make a sound, the man was still pressing him into a deeper, deeper sea, pinching his throat, clamping his limbs, the broken soul The piece was absorbed on his complete and clean soul, wantonly dissected him, ravaged/ravaged him to death...

Can't go on anymore, on the verge of drowning and struggling with pain, a voice popped out and knocked on his head, you will die, Harry, you will be sucked out by him——

His soul has been tortured to such an extent that he can't move, and his instinctive desire to survive makes him mobilize the last bit of consciousness to attack that piece of soul fiercely.A scream burned in his brain, the deep and cold excruciating pain dissipated, the ebb tide of the sea returned to the whirlpool, Harry fell on the ground panting heavily, he punched the person in front of him without looking.

Not surprisingly, he missed it.He quickly put on the loose pants and jumped up.

"I'll only believe you when I see the hell." Harry stared at him, trembling, the wind blowing his upper body and making his muscles tense. "You just want to kill me, don't you?"

The man looked at him blankly, and whispered, "When do I want you to live, Potter?"

Harry watched him for a moment, a clock inside him beating, resonating loudly, tightening its strings.

"No, that's not right... You clearly promised me back then... That oath, obviously..."

"Potter," the man interrupted him, said softly, "you're taking the Unbreakable Vow for the first time, isn't it?"

Harry felt a basin of cold water pouring down from head to toe.

"'A radical way'... such a vague concept will not work, only clear and clear requirements are useful. You must point out what is considered an extreme way, otherwise it will be a bunch of nonsense." He said slowly, a Push Harry into the abyss bit by bit.

Harry clenched his fists, almost biting his lips to bleed.Only then did he understand what his smile meant back then.