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Harry makes his way to a magical gay-bar on the lend out bike of his godfather. He was meeting up with Luna and Ginny, which where dating, for their monthly gatherings. It was established after Ginny and Luna’s last year at Hogwarts and after Harry found out, that girls really didn’t do it for him. They first went out for some queer fun, but after Ginny and Luna got together, it was a possibility to find a boyfriend for Harry. Or that was the goal for the girls. Harry wasn’t sure if he really wanted a boyfriend. He wanted to be open for whatever was comming. He will have his fun and if he finds himself falling for someone, he will try to ask them out on a date. But he didn’t want to force himself in a relationship. So he saw these get togethers more as a catch up with two of his good friends. He arrived at the club and sees Ginny and Luna already waiting for him outside. He closes up his godfathers bike thoroughly, imagine someone would steel it, what would Sirius do to him. He jogs up to them. “Hey girls. What’s up?” He grins at them.
Luna looks at him with her dreamy smile “Hey, Harry”
Ginny jumps at him hugging him. He stumbles a bit, that woman has fucking strength, but can hold himself and hugs her back “Long time no see.”
They agree that they need to catch up first, so Ginny and Luna go search for a comfy, a bit less loud possibility to sit and Harry goes to buy their drinks. They find themselves in the room above the dance floor. You could watch the people on the dance floor but it wasn’t as loud as downstairs, so it was possible to talk to each other.
Harry told them how he was in magical Egypt. He told them about the pyramids, the tombs, how the curse breaker worked, and how he and one of them by accident got stuck in one of the rooms, and had to get help from outside.
His father helped him get this opportunity to work there for a little time, to try it out. He was privileged with his parents and Godfathers, that they let him travel and try out new things, otherwise he wouldn’t know what he would like to do with his life, but he is starting to find out what he wants to do. He liked getting to know other magical communities and he liked to see how they used magic, so he is thinking of doing something like research into different magics or something like that, he didn’t even know if their was a job for this. He will look into it later.
Ginny excited told them about her quidditch games. Their team was playing really well, and she was expecting to get to the finals.
Luna was travelling together with Ginny, writing for the quibbler and searching for the magical creatures she and her father believed in.
Then Harry sees out of his corner of the eye someone arriving. Someone hot. He has black hair, pale skin and is tall. Like really tall. He feels an elbow in his rib, Ginnys elbow. “Go. Flirt with him” She looks at him sneakily.
He would like to deny, but he really wanted to. He wants to meet this stranger, who is really captivating. He nods, stands up and walks over to the stranger which sat down by the railing, overviewing the dance floor. “Hey Handsome, can I sit beside you?” The stranger looks first annoyed, but his attention slides to him and as he looks at him his annoyed expression changes into a pleaseant one. He pulls out a bit the seat beside himself “you are welcomed to sit beside me.”
I am a bit nervous but sit beside him. To have his full attention on me was somehow wonderful. I felt seen, somehow. “I am Harry”
“Nice to meet you. My name is Voldemort.”
Interesting name, wouldn’t it mean… “Like flight of death in French?”
Voldemort looks at me impressed. “Seems someone knows his French but yes. I was given this name after I, ah I hope you wont find this disgusting, but I got this name after my creature inheritance and after I found a community of my own.”
Oh how interesting. I look him over but don’t really see anything that would indicate any inheritance. “Oh I am not disgusted. But I hope I don’t seem rude, but can I ask you what creature inheritance did you have?”
He looks me in my eyes, searching for something, but he seemed content with what he found. “I don’t mind sharing. I am actually proud to be part of my community. I am part Naga.” His beautiful dark eyes change into slits and he shows me his tongue, which was like a snakes.
“Oh, wow” something stirs in me. “That is so cool. And probably also really useful!”
“Oh, for some things it is really useful.” He winks at me.
Did he mean what I think. Harry blushes. Nonono, he shouldn’t think about it, it would be so embarrassing if he got a stiffy from this.
They talk and flirt some more. The space between them closing slowly. But Harry can’t stop thinking about Voldemort’s tongue. And after a while a new thought took his root in Harry’s brain. What else is snakelike. Does he have… Oh he shouldn’t even think about it, but ... he is really curious. Do Nagas have hemipenises?
Harry’s attention travels from Voldemort’s lips to his crotch. As if he could see it through his trousers. But he shouldn’t look. What if Voldemort caught him. He looks quickly up again. But it seems he was caught. Voldemort looks at him with a smirk. Harry blushes again.
“A penny for your thought, Harry.”
Harry really shouldn’t ask, but he really wants to. In the end curiosity wins over his embarrassment. His blush wanders up to his ears but he is determined to ask “Do you have a Hemipenis?”
It seemed the question even surprised Voldemort. Harry looks somewhere else. He really doesn’t want to be here right now, but he wanted to really now. He feels a hand taking his chin and turning it back to Voldemort. He looks him straight in the eyes and asks “Do you want to find out?”
Harry wants to nod, but Voldemort’s hand hinders him so he swallows his saliva and answers “Yes, please.”
Voldemort closes the distance between them and gives him a short peck. “Come. I will show you.”
He stands up. Elegantly and holds his hand out for Harry to take. And that is, what he does. Voldemort escorts him out of the club.
Voldemort leads him to a nearby Love hotel and up to one of the rooms. As the door closes after them. Harry finds himself pined up on the wall beside the entrance. He feels Voldemort’s lips on his. Harry wants more. He opens his mouth but before he can demand for more he feels a tongue invading his mouth. Voldemort’s tongue. He caresses with the two half’s his own, but his kiss gets more demanding and Harry feels like Voldemort wants to devour him. Voldemort’s hands leave Harry’s wrists and find their way to his jacket pulling it down his shoulder and then under his T-shirt there they explore his hips. Harry’s hands being free search for the first button on Voldemort’s shirt, trying to open it. Harry gets to open the first four buttons but then he gets impatient. He wants to see and feel Voldemorts skin under it. He pulls it out of Voldemort’s jeans and pulls it over Voldemort’s head, throwing it somewhere in the room, to be found later. His mouth wanders from Voldemort’s mouth down to his neck and further down, exploring his chest, his nipples and his light abs. He kneels down his hands finding there way to Voldemort’s buckle. Trying to open it. Voldemort is looking down, observing how Harry tries to get his pants of, without success. It seems so adorable, how Harry starts pouting, because it won’t open. He decides to help him and opens it on the first try. Harry’s eyes wander up to Voldemort’s eyes, looking at him with a pout “I would have had it, with a bit more time.”
Voldemort laughs “Sure, kitten.”
Harry opens up his trousers and pulls them down together with the underwear. Voldemort was now standing in his naked glory, and his two hard penises, before Harry. Harry’s eyes got big. “Fuck, you really do have two dicks.” He looks up at Voldemort, as if Voldemort was offering him everything he wanted.
This pleased Voldemort. He loved this awed look on Harry’s face. Nearly worshipping him. He sees Harry’s hand approaching one of his dicks. He lets him explore his two cocks. Lets him touch and pump up and down. As he sees Harry preparing himself to take one of his dicks in his mouth he stops him. He wants Harry as much as Harry wants him. And he wants to see more of his golden brown skin. He wants to explore the tattoo peaking out his shirt. He wants to explore Harry’s body, make him feel good. He helps him up and quickly makes away with his t-shirt. And engages him in deep kisses. He loops his fingers trough Harry’s jeans and leads him to the bed. He opens up the jeans and lets them slide down Harry’s thighs together with his underwear. Then he pushes him on the bed.
Harry hasn’t realised that they wandered to the bed and so was surprised when Voldemort pushed him. He let out a manly shriek (really manly *wink wink), which made Voldemort laugh. Then he leans down to him and whispers, lips touching “Thought I would let you fall?”
“Technically I fell on the bed”
Voldemort laughs into their next kiss. Then he looks Harry up and down, his hands wander over Harry’s body. “You are so beautiful, kitten” He hisses.
Harry moans. His hard dick twitches. First Voldemort doesn’t understand what made Harry react like this. But then he realised he slipped into parseltongue by accident. He smirks and leans down to Harry’s ear “do you find this hot, kitten.”
Harry moans again. His hips search contact with Voldemort’s. But he cant reach them.
“Oh I bet I could make you cum with this alone.”
Harry whines. He wants to feel more of Voldemort. He wants their bodies pressed to each other. He wants to feel him on himself and inside.“please.” He hisses back.
Voldemort moans. He didn’t expect Harry to be a paseltongue as well. “Oh kitten. You are so perfect.”
“please Voldemort. I need more of you”
Voldemort nips at Harry’s ear but gives in. He lowers down his hips. Aligning Harry’s dick with his own. Harry pushes his hips up and they touch. Both parties moan. Voldemort grasps Harry’s hip and grinds into him.
“Voldemort wait, Wait! I am near. Want to cum feeling you inside me”
Voldemort stills. It would be a shame if they came like this already. Voldemort waits patiently, until Harry is back from the edge. Meanwhile he explores Harry’s upper body. Sliding his hands over him. Brushing over his nipples. Harry mewls.
Voldemort wants to know which other sound Harry makes when he plays with his nipples, but they have time, so he lets his hands slide down his body, his tights to his calfs. Sitting upright now he takes Harry in. Then he commands “Turn around.”
Harry does as said, turning around on his knees pulling a pillow to his head, making himself comfortable. Meanwhile Voldemort pulls his wand out and gets lube and condoms out of the bedside table. He positions himself behind Harry. “I gonna use a spell to clean you out and to help you relax, is that OK kitten?”
“Yes please” Harry feels the discomfort of the cleaning charm and then he feels his bottom relax. He was happy to have these spells, but they where a bit uncomfortable.
“I will prepare you now for my cock” Voldemort’s finger touches Harry’s entrance circling it and pushes slowly inside.
Harry moans, yes he wants to feel Voldemorts cock inside him. Cock, cock? Not cocks? “Wait, cock?”
Voldemort first doesn’t understand the problem. Does Harry want to stop? But no that’s not what it is “if not my cock, what else do you want, dear.”
“Don’t you have two cocks”
Voldemorts needs a bit but then he understands “You want to take both?!”
Harry blushes. Voldemort sees Harry’s ears glowing read and finds it endearing
“Yes, please”
“Do you know that it is pretty much to fit two cocks?”
“Yes, but I really want to feel both of them in me. I want to feel you fully inside me.”
Voldemort groans. It is a wonderful image, Harry stuffed to the brim with his cocks. But it wont be easy on Harry “Kitten, I wont do it without a safeword that you have to promise to use.”
Harry knew what a safeword was. He didn’t think he will need one, but he doesn’t mind having one “Can we use the traffic light system?”
“You mean red fort stop, yellow for slow down and green for go on?”
Harry nods.
“Yeah, we can do that. Promise me you will use it.”
“I promise.”
“Good kitten” Voldemort hopes they have enough lube for this. He goes on with his ministration. He pushes his finger deeper inside Harry, feeling it slide in easily after the charms so he pushes the second one in as well. He pushes them in and out deeper, scissoring Harry slowly open with them. He finds a nob and hears Harry loud moan. He found his prostate. He plays with it while opening him up. Before adding another finger he pulls them out. Harry whines, he doesn’t want Voldemort’s fingers leaving him, doesn’t like feeling empty. But Voldemort needs more lube, and thou he wants to give Harry what he wants, he first need to lube more of his fingers, and he dribbles some on to his entrance, pushing it inside with his three fingers. He watches as his fingers find their way into Harry, his body taking them so well and as he wants to pull them out again, it seems like Harry’s entrance wants to keep them, holding on to them. Voldemort really wants to feel Harry around himself, wants to feel what his fingers feel with his cocks, but no, one more finger, then he can sink into Harry.
Harry feels like he is falling apart. Voldemort’s fingers feel so good inside himself, they stretch him so nicely, never too much, never hurting him, pleasuring him, playing with his most sensitive part. He mewled, whined and moaned. He feels a fourth finger at his entrance, pushing slowly inside, with the other three. Yes it is a stretch, and a bit uncomfy, but he imagines, how it has to feel, having both of Voldemort’s cocks inside him. He will feel probably even fuller. Full of Voldemort. He feels the heat building up in his core.
Voldemort deems Harry enough stretched out as his four fingers slide out and in easily. He turns him around on his back “Want to see you. Taking me. Taking both of me. Want to see your face. Want to see you cum, kitten.”
Harry moans at Voldemorts declaration. “please, please, I feel so empty without you. Fill me up.”
Voldemort positions one of his cocks at Harry entrance and pushes it in. It slides in pretty easily, four finger way more than one dick. But Harry loves it. Finally. He feels Voldemort inside him. He never wants to let him go, never wants this feeling to cede. As Voldemort gives some experimental thrust, Harry feels himself reaching his peak “Ahhh, Voldemort!”
His cum splatters on his stomach up to one of his nipples. Shudders go through his body. His hole massaging Voldemort’s dick, who moans at that. Harry pants “sorry, couldn’t hold back anymore.”
“No problem kitten, its not like I am finished with you” Harry’s eyes sparkle. There will be more of this. Voldemort wants to give Harry a small pause, so he can also get away from his own peak, and they can enjoy Harry’s second round together fully. He kisses Harry, playing with his tongue, kissing his throat down, where he nips him sometime, making his way down to Harry’s nipples. He licks the cum of first, which makes Harry shudder. Then he concentrates on his nipples, sucking, nibbling it and kissing it. The other nipple he takes between his fingers, squeezes it, caresses it and when he wants to hear a little squeel from Harry twists it. Harry is so nicely responsive, moaning and groaning.
Voldemort grinds lightly into Harry, he is desperate to move at least a bit now. Harry’s dick starts, to get full again, standing up slowly, seeing him half hard, Voldemort’s hand wanders from his nipple to his cock pumping up and down. Making him fully hard again.
“More, please!”
Voldemort rightens up. Yes he wants more as well. But he can’t push his second cock directly into Harry. He lubes his fingers up again, pushing one of them beside his cock. It feels weird feeling his finger beside his cock, but somehow it was also hot. Filling Harry up with himself. The first finger slides in without problem, the second went in as well, but he feels that a third won’t get in immediately, so he stretches him again, scissoring his fingers, while grinding lightly into Harry with his cock. After a while he can thrust a third finger into Harry.
This should be enough. He pulls out his fingers and his cock.
“No, don’t pull out” Harry sobs. He doesn’t want to feel so empty. He felt so wonderfully full, he feels desperate to feel Voldemort again inside him.
Voldemort doesn’t let Harry wait long. He pushes both his cocks inside him slowly. Harry’s eyes roll into his head and he throws he head back. This is it, he feels so full, so stretched but so nicely. He took everything of Voldemort.
Voldemort bottoms out and groans “So proud of you kitten. You take me so wonderfully, so wholly.” Having both his dick in a partner, is a first for him and it feels wonderful. It feels so nice, both his dicks being in the person he beds, he pleasures. His dicks are sliding against each other and are both in the warmth of another person, sliding in and out, being pleasured at the same time in the same way. He will probably not hold on long. He takes Harry’s dick into his hand and pumps in the same rhythm he thrust into him.
Harry can’t, he feels like he is again near his orgasm, so fast after the other, that it shouldn’t be possible. But this this feels divine, how can he not feel near, when his prostate gets stimulated with every slide, when he feels himself so full, when he achieved this, taking both of them. His hands search for halt, his legs tremble. Voldemort leans down slightly, so Harry can find hold on him. Harry feels like he is drowning in his lust, and the only thing that can save him is Voldemort, holding him, giving him halt, like a lifebelt.
But Voldemort himself is starting to break. He feels himself near, but he wants more, he doesn’t want to stop yet, a bit more.
Harry cant hold himself back no more. An electrifying feeling goes through him, he never felt it as strongly as this time and cum splatters again on his stomach.
While he orgasms, his walls massage Voldemort’s dicks, and he cant hold back any longer, this is his undoing. He is cumming. Harry cant hold on long after. His energy feels depleted. He falls asleep as Voldemort is searching for his wand to spell them clean. After that, Voldemort takes Harry in his arms to cuddle a bit.
Next morning:
Harry is dreaming of a wet mouth, enclosing his dick, sucking and licking him. He stirs, but feels hands on his hips pinning him to the mattress. Is this really a dream? Slowly he opens his eyes, he squints down. He still feels a tongue licking him. He sees black hair and nearly black eyes with slits looking up to him. “It seems sleeping beauty is awake” and than he takes him wholly. Harry groans. He doesn’t mind being woken up like this more often.