Harry hadn’t forced himself to give his body away. He was beginning to think that no other kind of sex would have allowed him to feel that deep pleasure throbbing somewhere under his heart. The Horcrux was suffering just as much as Harry was, and it was the first time the helpless, torn entity felt anything good. And Harry really wanted to cum: quick movements inside him brushed against the very spot that made his stomach clench. He felt exposed, more open than he’d ever been in his life.