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The lust and fever was thick in the air as Voldemort roughly shoved Palpatine against the cold, stone wall and kissed him intensely. He shoved his tongue into the other dark lord's mouth as he reached down to palm Palpatine's growing erection. Palpatine squirmed against his touch and moaned as Voldemort finally grew impatient and magicked off both of their clothes, leaving their pale bodies exposed. Voldemort shoved Palpatine onto the floor and crawled on top of him, gently kissing every wrinkle on his body and caressing his bony buttocks, squeezing them and pushing his legs open. Palpatine smiled mischievously as Voldemort leaned down and began to flick his tongue along the edge of Palpatine's tight hole, wetting it before plunging inside, tasting every inch of his taut channel.

Palpatine keened, trying to ride Voldemort's tongue. "Ohhh, Voldemort!" He moaned, his sharp, dirty fingernails scratching the floor. Voldemort continued his ministrations and slipped a finger inside along his tongue, causing Palpatine to scream out with pleasure.

"You like that?" Voldemort hissed, bringing his mouth away and plunging three long fingers inside Palpatine's still-tight entrance. Palpatine clenched around his fingers, gasping. "Answer me."

"Yesss," Palpatine said, his normally pale face flushed and his yellow eyes filled with desire. "Please...I want you inside me."

Voldemort chuckled and moved his fingers faster, pressing against Palpatine's prostate and causing him to arch his back. When he felt that Palpatine was sufficiently prepared, he shoved his large member into the old man's body, groaning at how tight he was. His inner muscles had Voldemort in a death grip and he could barely move. Palpatine grabbed onto Voldemort's shoulders, digging his nails into his skin so hard that Voldemort winced.

"Oh, Force!" Palpatine choked out, spreading his legs wider to give Voldemort more access. Voldemort couldn't help but stare down at Palpatine's rim stretched wide around his pale cock.

"You're so tight," Voldemort muttered, thrusting in slowly. He loved the mewls and whimpers of pleasure that Palpatine let out. The powerful man looked utterly debauched, writhing underneath Voldemort.

"Harder!" Palpatine said.

Voldemort immediately increased his speed, plunging in and out of his partner's pliant body until Palpatine gripped him harder than ever, a small, but painful burst of electricity seeping from his fingers and into Voldemort's skin as he shouted out his release. Voldemort kept going, ramming against Palpatine's prostate as the oversensitized Sith Lord tightened and writhed on his cock. Finally, Voldemort grunted as he spilled deep inside of Palpatine and pulled out, watching his enormous load drip from the now gaping hole. Voldemort reached down and shoved two fingers inside, pushing them through the messy cum. It made a delightful squelching sound as he pumped them faster and faster, bringing Palpatine to orgasm again.

Finally, he pulled out his fingers and licked them clean.

"You felt so good, your highness," Voldemort said, bringing his lips to Palpatine's and letting him taste his cum.

"So did you, my lord," Palpatine gasped out between kisses.

They fell asleep in each other's arms.