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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Voldemort
  Character:
      Harry_Potter
  Additional Tags:
      Male_Solo, Harrymort_-_Freeform, Snippet
  Series:
      Part 2 of Serpent_&_Snitch_Series
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-05-08 Words: 637
****** Down in the Chamber ******
by HecatesKiss
Summary
     Harry is reading while down in the Chamber of Secrets...
Notes
     I do not own Harry Potter. Not J.K. Rowling. Not Beta'd. Not making a
     knut.
     For the Dark Lord and the Harrymort group.
     Not Safe For Work Material!
      
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     Due to infringement Issues with another site, this fic may eventually
     become locked to members only. Just a warning.
     No part of this story may be reproduced, copied, modified or adapted,
     without the prior written consent of the author.~ dated 27-08-2014
     ~ * ~
Harry sighed and bit his lip as he turned a page in Dark Pleasures. Oh, the
pictures were racy and made him squirm. The couch he was half propped on was
leather and creaked slightly whenever he shifted. However, because he was
alone, protected inside the Chamber, Harry let his hand slide into his trousers
and under the elastic of his pants.
Crisp hair tickled against his hand as he slid his fingers down and curled them
around his interested erection. He squirmed a bit and then looked back to the
image. He wondered how that would change since the Dark Lord had a forked
tongue. His body twitched with interest.
Harry flipped to another page, the hand buried in his trousers moving lazily up
and down. He paused for a moment, dragging the book closer. His hand paused as
he tipped his head to the side to get a better look.
He’d never really considered exactly how sex between two men would work. This
picture, moving obscenely, showed him at least one possibility. Though, the
fact that one partner was as flexible as a ballerina made him doubt the
effectiveness of the pose. He flipped the page and his breath caught.
One partner knelt in front of the other, head moving up and down. Harry bit his
lip and pulled his hand from his trousers. With a furtive glance around, even
though he knew he was alone, he pulled open his trousers and pushed both pants
and trousers down to his knees. His breathing came a little quicker as he
licked his palm and returned his hand to his flesh.
Harry had listened to the other boys talk about getting head, he’d always
wondered what it would be like to give it. He blushed at the thought and let
his attention wander. He wondered what Voldemort’s cock would look like as his
saliva slick hand trailed up and down his own prick.
He moaned as he contemplated whether the man would be sleek and smooth like a
serpent or if he’d be a little rough like when a person stroked the wrong way
down the scales. He shivered and moved his hand faster. The book fell closed
next to him as he shifted so that he lay on his back, other arm under his head
as he thought about crimson eyes, moonlit pale flesh, and the interesting fact
that the man had a serpentine tongue. The leather creaked slightly as he arched
into his hand.
Harry had a brief flash of the possibility that the Dark Lord had once done the
exact same thing on this very sofa. He moaned, panted, and stroked faster as
his lower belly tensed.
“Shite. Oh… oh. Oh god...Voldemort. Fuck!” Semen splashed over his hand and
across his belly. Harry gasped and continued sliding his hand up and down,
allowing the pleasant glow in a safe place to curl his toes.
Harry gazed up at the ceiling of the library chamber and allowed an embarrassed
chuckle to slip past his lips. He wondered what the older man would think if he
knew what he’d just done. Harry also wondered just how the Dark Lord would
taste as he brought his own come marked hand to his lips and gave a careful
lick.
Salty and bitter. He hummed and then muttered the cleaning spell the Dark Lord
had written down in the journal over the summer. The mess was gently cleaned
away. Harry sighed and just let himself relax. This was the first time since
the first letter had arrived at Privet Drive that he’d been able to just be.
Here, in the Chamber, nothing could get to him to pressure or harm him. Not his
cousin, not his uncle, and definitely not the old man. Harry smiled and
stretched comfortably.
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