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Harry pulled the red piece out of the shopping bag . He wanted to surprise V, but perhaps didn’t need to hide it so well, it wasn’t as if he had Valentines at the front of his mind. The man didn’t celebrate his own birthday or any holidays, why would this gushy one be any different?
He slipped his feet into the lace, and pulled it up sliding the thin straps over his wide shoulders. There was a firm wire arching over his chest that he knew would rub against his hardened nipples once V had pinched at them. The lace bloomed over his stomach and felt so light against his skin. The deep red of the lingerie made Harry feel out of place, he’d never been one to feel sexy, it was only V that made him feel wanted.
Harry knew that V would find him delectable in this outfit, that the crotch would be wet soon enough with his own precome.
He summoned the dark blue robes that Voldemort had gotten made for him, keeping in mind that Harry liked things loose on him. Harry had gotten used to buttoning them up, not straight down the middle, but on the right side of his body, drawing even more attention to the scar that struck across his face. Only one mark left by Voldemort.
By the time tonight was through, there were sure to be more. Harry liked when Voldemort broke into leaving bruises across his skin.
The cloak buttoned, sleeves hanging, Harry admired the way only a fraction of the lace could be seen around the collar of the cloak. How long would Voldemort wait until taking it off? Button by button? Or vanish it completely to see how Harry had dressed up to be cherished?
He asked their house elf Estra to open the bottle of red, and bring the glasses to prepare for their Lord’s return. Harry typically would have spent the day at work as well, but as Lord Voldemort had appointed Harry the head of the department of Muggle Interactions, he had no need to give excuses. Everyone knew the two were involved, and they didn’t question Harry’s intentions for the day. Everyone else in the wizarding world knew it was Valentine’s Day.
Harry wasn’t upset, he didn’t expect to be woken up with a bundle of roses or a package of chocolates. As long as Voldemort accepted the way Harry chose to celebrate, it would be a perfect day.
He had spent most of the day preparing in fact. He’d fingered himself open the moment Voldemort had flooed to the Ministry. The sleek lube had leaked over his fingers as he edged himself. He had been able to fit his entire hand in, plunging it as deep as he could, trying to open his fist inside of himself.
Harry’s cock was hard and wanting but he’d forced himself to let it die down. He used the anal plug that was nearly the width of Voldemort's cock, and felt himself tighten around it, happy to be filled but anxious for time to pass so Voldemort could pull it out and find he was still wet with lube, ready to be fucked.
Now filled, laced, and clothed, Harry ventured out into their garden. In the fresh, cold, air, Harry cast a warming charm and settled onto the padded gliding bench that he’d requested for his birthday. He’d spent more than enough time in the dirt of Petunia’s garden, and it was nice now to have the house elves enjoy landscaping for him. He didn’t need to do anything more than sit and read, and Voldemort wouldn’t have him any other way.
In the time since Harry had offered himself to Voldemort, the Dark Lord had insisted that he would be taken care of and wouldn’t need to do anything more than what he wanted as long as he stood at his master's side.
Though, it hadn’t taken long for Harry to kneel. There was a lot he found he admired about Voldemort, and although he didn’t agree with every action, times had changed and there was a lot Harry had to just accept.
Rocking on the bench, Harry found it hard to focus on anything but the anal plug that reminded him what was soon coming. He rested his hands at the base of his stomach, grazing over the bulge sitting beneath his cloak. His cock was already comfortably brushing up against the lingerie that formed a small skirt over his thighs.
Soon enough, Harry had faded into a meditative state, more frequent since studying occlumency from Voldemort. He felt the gentle breeze going through his curls and the hum of Voldemort in the background of his mind from the horcrux connection. Harry liked that he could sense V from any distance, and could reach out if necessary.
He’d previously teased V through their mind link before and had been properly punished afterwards, which had ended in choking on his master's cock and being left to sleep alone, without an orgasm for himself. Harry would leave the mind link alone tonight, let V be surprised by Harry’s open hole once he’d arrived.
The time went quickly like that, Harry brought to awareness by the hands placed on his shoulders from behind. Voldemort leaned down over him, hovering over Harry’s face as he opened his eyes. The glider slowed to a stop.
“Long day at the office?”
“I stopped by yours earlier, but you were nowhere to be found. Marrows said you’d sent an owl that you’d be out today. You hadn’t mentioned it to me,” Voldemort said.
Harry’s eyes widened, “I spent the day getting ready to surprise you. I didn’t know you’d try to visit.”
“I can implement surprises.” Voldemort let his mouth graze over Harry’s scar, a tingle ringing between them. “You would have been pleased by what I planned to do on your desk.”
“And what would that be? Did you set it aflame when I wasn’t there?”
“I don’t let plans fall through. I only completed them without you. Left you in charge of the Tergeo.” Voldemort whispered as he brought his lips to Harry’s ear. His tongue traced over it, and Harry nearly shivered at the sensation. He couldn’t help but picture his desk streaked with Voldemort's cum, a reminder that Harry belonged to him, and Voldemort would choose no other.
“I wish I had been there, would have swallowed it down myself,” Harry said seductively, “but I had a task myself that you’ll appreciate. I think you’ll find the time was necessary, and if you find we need more time to ourselves, we’ll take tomorrow off.”
“We’ll take it slow, I’ve got all the time in the world.” Voldemort’s teeth scraped along Harry’s ear and breathed into him, his fangs only a preview of how Voldemort would devour him tonight.
Harry licked his lips and took a heavy breath as Voldemort’s hands traveled from his shoulders and slipped down to trace over his collarbone. Voldemort’s fingers smoothed over Harry’s skin, and to the gentle lace that peeked out of his cloak’s low collar.
Voldemort’s hand surged under the cloak to feel the lace that covered Harry’s chest. The man moaned into Harry's ear and sucked at the soft of his neck.
“Should we take this inside?” Harry asked after a gasp.
“As if we’d be interrupted.” Voldemort squeezed at Harry’s chest, feeling his nipple harden under his grasp. “Tell your Master, how else did you intend to surprise me? What took all day?”
Voldemort’s hands worked together to unbutton Harry’s cloak, the racy red getting Voldemort to groan into his skin. Voldemort was on his knees behind the glider, worshiping every inch of Harry that he’d allowed himself to reach. It was the only barrier that prevented him from pulling Harry onto him and opening him up. Voldemort had used most of his control that afternoon in not reaching out to Harry after finding he had not arrived at the ministry.
Any amount of trust and restraint that Voldemort could demonstrate towards Harry was something that he knew the other would appreciate and be grateful for. It was now that Voldemort was displaying patience to prove that he didn’t need Harry. He would do everything to him, for him, but he didn’t need the boy.
Harry was important to him out of necessity, and if the situation were different, Voldemort knew he wouldn’t search out anything similar.
Harry was singular. There was no other person that would complete and challenge him in any comparable way.
And now, with how the boy had dressed up in salacious red lace, had sat waiting for him to arrive at home and discover how Harry had spent all day only thinking of him, not getting distracted by the daily work that awaited them, Voldemort only needed a few words to make him appear on the other side of the glider, to strip Harry of his robes and fully enjoy every part of him as initially planned.
Harry’s face heated with the words meant to pull Voldemort closer, to have his teeth and tongue on more than Harry’s face. “I fucked myself open for you, my hole’s been waiting for your cock with a plug to hold your place.”
In his mind, Harry could feel Voldemort’s interest increase, immediately shown by the man practically jumping over the glider to land beside Harry. He pulled Harry atop of his lap, one hand gripping at his thigh, the other sliding down the back of the lace set to press at Harry’s arse- his cloak suddenly vanished.
Harry moaned at the passionate touch and placed his hands on Voldemort’s chest, inching his fingers onto his skin at the long V-neck that showed the white skin.
“Are your filthy words part of my gift?” Voldemort asked, peppering quick biting sucks along Harry’s neck and shoulders. “I’ll take you here, sink you down onto my cock in one motion. Bring you to climax in your pretty skirt, chosen to please your master.”
Harry groaned in agreement, losing his words as more typical of him. He liked being Voldemort’s, letting him take control. He’d let Voldemort use him and fuck him without much words between them, happy to be filled with his cock and seed, so hot and euphoric.
Voldemort’s fingers broached the lining of the skirt, along the inside of his thighs, making Harry twitch at the placement. Voldemort leaned Harry backwards, giving him access to caress Harry’s torso with his forked tongue. It felt so heavenly, the warmth seeping through the gaps in the lace. Voldemort pressed gently down on Harry’s cock with his thumb, tracing at the skirt’s short folds.
Harry whined as Voldemort sucked at the skin exposed along his side and his hand slid to his arse. Voldemort’s fingers explored the plush skin as he felt Harry’s skin cave into his mouth, most definitely tasting the sweet blood rise to the surface.
Voldemort felt the bulb of the plug that stretched his Harry wide for him all day and twisted it, only thin straps holding the lace piece in place on Harry’s legs. He’d be unable to access the boy’s cock, but that was hardly a problem, Voldemort loved seeing the way Harry would come untouched while sitting on his large cock. Harry would roll his hips down on him even after he’d just came, loving the feeling of Voldemort inside of him even as overstimulating as it was.
They both moaned, Harry scratching at Voldemort’s chest as he felt the plug twisting inside him, the bruise continuing to darken under Voldemort’s lips. Voldemort let his tongue travel back up to Harry’s nipples under the lace, and sucked them to hardness, continuing to tease Harry with the plug he had used all day rather than being fucked into his desk, letting the entirety of the ministry hear their pleasure. Voldemort had the control, had the ministry, had Harry, all to himself, and to not be able to use the one muggle holiday meant to boast of what one had- he would be making Harry beg for anything more.
After sometime, Harry managed to pull together his words again, enough for Voldemort to finagle his fingers to join the plug, and the stretch was delicious. Harry’s hole fluttered around them, and Voldemort smashed their mouths together, pulling every moan and cry out of his precious boy.
“V, V, please,” Harry begged, thrusting for friction against his cock, and pressing back against the tips of Voldemort’s fingers. The plug was no longer satisfactory, it was never intended to last the night. Harry wanted Voldemort inside of him, to be viciously fucked and pulled down onto his length.
“No,” Voldemort said, splitting his fingers apart, pulling at the rim of Harry’s hole, desperate for him. “That’s not enough for me to give you more.” His fangs nipped at Harry’s lip and his tongue traced over Harry’s teeth, the boy's mouth open and panting.
Harry moaned, “Master, please, I need you inside of me, please pull me onto you. I need more.” He whined again as Voldemort began to slowly pull the plug out, his arse hugged it as if being empty wasn’t the next step into getting what he wanted.
Voldemort smirked, pressing their foreheads close as he began to feel the smooth slide of the plug. He plunged it deep into Harry and pulled it back out to the rim, and continued to fuck Harry with it. Harry gasped and whined, bursts of air gracing Voldemort’s mouth.
“Please, please,” Harry pulled one hand from Voldemort’s chest, red scratches left behind, to grip at his cock beneath the lace. He’d spent all day ruining himself and waiting for this, he’d expected a quick and harsh fuck, not more teasing, not this waiting and desperation. Not this begging. Harry groaned at the pressure he’d put on his hardness and the sudden feeling of his hole lurching, gasping for the plug that had left him.
Voldemort pulled Harry close, one hand below to guide his placement, another on the small of his back. Harry’s hands reached to grip at Voldemort's muscled arms, spinning with runes that enabled so much of his power, ensuring his control of the ministry wouldn’t be questioned. This new world, this new relationship between Harry and Voldemort was something that would never change. Harry was his.
He dropped Harry down onto his length, the wet, welcoming, heat surrounding his cock. So familiar and ready for him, wanting to be fucked. His pretty Harry, all prepared, stretched and waiting for his Master to take him.
Harry put his feet up on either side of Voldemort, settling on the glider seat. Voldemort brought a hand to the base of Harry’s curls and pulled at them, bringing Harry to thrust and groan. Voldemort rocked lazily on the swinging bench, pushing himself further into Harry’s slick tunnel and naturally sliding out inch by inch. Harry’s nails bit into Voldemort's arms and scratched as the man occasionally plunged deeper, brushing against Harry’s prostate.
But they would take this slow and teasing, Voldemort had no problem doing this late into the night until the sun had gone and he’d come into his precious valentine time and time again under the stars.