Yet more confusion
It started with the cream cakes every Thursday, Harry would bring Voldemort a cream cake. Of course this was a dream he was sharing with Harry, a recurring dream. Every Thursday night his dream would be something to do with Harry bringing him a cake of some sort, a few times Harry had sat himself on his lap and holding a bowl in one hand and spoon in the other, Harry would spoon feed him.
The way Harry fed him reminded him of how he imagined a mother would feed her child. Harry would appear, take whatever he was doing away, and take him to a comfy sofa, sit him down and feed him. Afterwards Harry would lie down behind him, and slip his hand round him and rub his now full stomach, he'd be saying soothing words like a mother would. Things like "are you eating properly? It looks like you've lost weight"
The only problem was that he was starting to look forward to being held more than the cake. He'd also started masterbating as soon as Harry left him in the dream. The problem was the day that Harry had come back and saw him. This was still in the dream but he still felt embarrassed.
"You should have told me that you need this as well" Harry's voice had made him jump. The young man had lay back down behind him, and this time he'd slid his hand lower. Harry had one of his legs holding his legs still, one arm restraining his upper half, and his other hand round his member.
He was totally restrained, yes he could get out if he wanted to, but he didn't. He supposed that he was enjoying what Harry was doing. When Harry would deemed him satisfied he'd hold him. A few times he'd feel the young man rubbing himself against him, he new what Harry was doing, the little grunting noises as he rutted against him. One time Harry had actually said "if I asked you to help, would you?"
It was a few times after that Harry had asked him to touch him while he was masterbating. That was how he ended up with Harry naked in his arms, and Harry's cock in his hand. It was also how he'd ended up with Harry frantically kissing him as he was coming.
Harry had been lay back in his arms as he'd come, his body almost levitating off the sofa, as he'd been about to come he'd been looking into his eyes. Harry had suddenly sealed his mouth to his as he came. Even when he'd finished the young man didn't seem ready to stop kissing, but his body was relaxed and the kissing less frantic.
He was confused what did this mean were these dreams all Harry, or was some of it at least what he wanted.