Sweet\'s Little Collection

A/N: Another little blurb to continue Days 28, 31, and 33. (: 

Day Forty: 

Harry pinned Voldemort down and fucked him harder. His cock was driving into the willing body as fast as he could possibly manage. His body was sheathed with sweat, and he was grunting at the effort. He didn't touch Voldemort, aside from the bruising grip he held on his hips. Their trysts weren't for his pleasure, though he gleaned much from them. He was always spent by the end of their time together. Harry thought the pain must be like the ultimate pleasure for the man. Or whatever it might be that he had turned into, at least. Harry thrust into him deeply one final time, reaching the peak of his pleasure. His body entire body was on fire when he rolled off of the man's back, grimacing as he collapsed into the cold wetness Voldemort's orgasm had left behind. 

"How many times have I told you to clean up after yourself, Tom?" Harry seethed. "Go take care of your little blonde pets. I've no more use for you." The boy cast a cleaning charm over the bed, hastily, then languidly rolled to his side to get comfortable. Voldemort gaped at the boy, his anger rising. He grappled for his wand, the point digging into Harry's back. Harry turned to face him, looking bored. "Come now, Tom. If you were going to curse me, you would have done so a long time ago. None of your little minions can see anything that goes on in this room, so do us both a favor and stop pretending. Hold onto the last shred of your dignity, and leave. I'll see you tonight." He rolled to his side again, falling quickly to sleep. 

Voldemort slid out of bed in a huff, dressing quickly, and hastened to the receiving room where the Malfoys had been kept waiting for over an hour. He had some anger to work through, and Lucius presented the perfect target. A smile twitched at the corner of Voldemort's mouth.