Voldemort snickered softly but willingly complied with his request. He was so pliable when it came to pleasing his precious soul: Harry would have wanted to be offended, but right now there was really nothing to complain about. He tilted his head back, arched his back, and thrust hard against him a few times: he wanted this friction inside him to grow stronger, to open him up even more...Voldemort bit his neck and the wave of pain mingled with the pleasure of his hand and the harsh thrusts against that spot deep inside his body. Harry didn’t even know he could feel something like that; he came onto his stomach and his moan echoed through the room.