Journey to Somewhere
Chapter 9
Lay me Down
A/N - Inspired by “Lay Me Down” by Sam Smith
Harry let his hand trail down Voldemort’s arm. He groaned his frustration into the kiss. He wanted the shirt gone, but he did not want to stop kissing this man. His hand sizzled and he was touching skin, hot and soft. Harry broke away feathering more kisses on the older man’s throat. The taste was salty yet spicy. He licked a line from Voldemort’s collarbone up to the older man’s ear.
Voldemort gripped Harry to him tighter and maneuvered them towards the bed. He fell backwards letting Harry topple over him. Pleasure shot through him as the younger man’s groin connected with his own. Harry’s hands went to the brown silk he loved to grip. Harry gripped Voldemort’s hair tighter as he slanted his mouth harder, pushing his body to mirror his mouth and ground down on top of the older man. They both reveled in the delicious friction. Harry’s lifted his legs to scramble higher onto the bed to get a better position.
Voldemort pushed Harry up breaking the kiss, only to pull off Harry’s shirt. They both hissed in pleasure when their naked chests collided. The heat between them was intense. The feeling of their bodies together was so strong it overwhelmed them both.
Voldemort was getting drunk on his lover’s kisses. His body was already nearing the edge of his control. With every deliberate thrust they groaned in unison. Harry’s hips were rolling in a sweet rhythm that was driving him mad. His world narrowed down to Harry’s touch, Harry’s kiss, Harry’s voice and Harry’s scent. All of it was sending his body into overdrive. Sparks were lit with every touch, breath was coming in gasps and hitches because he couldn’t breathe with each new exposure of skin that was covered with Harry’s hot mouth.
Harry was swimming in a sea of pleasure, tasting the skin of his lover was addicting and he could not get enough. He kept grinding his hips down, his erection needing more and faster contact. He was reaching for something just out of reach. He felt like he needed to crawl inside his lover, that he couldn’t get close enough. And when his lover pushed him up, the hand branded fire across his chest. The position was perfect and made it so he could ride their erections tighter, he growled out his pleasure throwing his head back and keening. Voldemort’s hands were branding the skin on his back and chest. He was flying higher than he had ever flown.
Harry was riding him hard and he knew he was close. Just watching the abandon on Harry’s face was exquisite torture to his body. He leaned forward as Harry ground down against him and bit down on Harry’s shoulder tasting his lover’s skin. Harry’s cry of release was his undoing. Heat rushed over his body like a sudden flash of lightening. He was sure he would find scorch marks around them for how heated they had become. He brought Harry down onto the bed with him as they panted in their bliss.
Voldemort reach for his wand to clean them. It took them a few minutes to gather themselves until they could just lay there and hold onto each other.
Harry pushed up and looked at the face of his lover. His heart clenched knowing he had to leave this man for a while. He did not want to leave. Tears burned his eyes as he let all his emotions finally overwhelm him. He felt the soft touch of his lover’s fingers wipe them away.
“I want to stay with you. I want to lay with you all night.” Harry’s voice wavered under the emotions swirling within him.
“Shhh… I will see you soon. Severus has floo access here, just let him know. I will be here.” Voldemort whispered.
Harry moved to stand. But turned to cup his lover’s face and placed a quick kiss on soft lips. It took everything within him to pull away. It felt like he was wrenching his heart in half.
“I’ll see you soon, love.” Harry whispered before he left.
Voldemort stood frozen watching Harry floo back to the Order’s headquarters. Harry’s parting words whispering over and over in his head and wrapping around his heart. This was love.
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