It wasn’t as slow as it had been in the beginning — and Harry didn’t want it to be. He moaned loudly as Voldemort moved inside him with deep, rough thrusts: it seemed he had used up the supply of affection and patience he had saved up over the years. But Harry didn’t really believe any of his gentle touches, and the firm, possessive grip seemed more sincere than his attempts to tame him with soft caresses.