"That was good," he says quietly, tugging Marvolo down to lie beside him. A moment later he cuddles in, as if he’s not in bed with the Dark Lord. As much as Marvolo knows he should provide more space without sex tripping up their expectations of each other, that it would be healthier, he won’t deny himself the pleasure. He’s never made it a habit to forgo pleasurable things and Harry is one of them, regardless of the complications it brings. Those he can deal with. A soft kiss to the forehead gets a sigh and a moment of entanglement, the warm body slotting up against Marvolo’s side and settling when arms tighten around him. "Why do you do this?"