The movement of the fingers inside him was unpleasant, but not at all as horrible as it might have seemed. Voldemort — goodness, Voldemort was doing this to him — could feel his body: maybe the connection was still the same for him, otherwise, Harry wouldn’t be able to explain how he knew exactly what to do. He touched him from the inside, stretching his entrance and sliding along every sensitive spot while Harry could only tremble and grind beneath him. Every touch felt bright and intense: perhaps his senses were heightened because he couldn’t see?