It would be all for the greater good. He said to me, pecking my pale lips. Every time Gellert touched me with his cool hands, a thrill screamingly flew through my whole body. I couldn't tell what the feeling was like, but it was true that I relished this, shamefully. We hugged each other, took off our clothes, fell on the bed, and kissed. I was about to drown in our smooch.
We had made love several times. It hurt, actually, I didn’t think any of you would like a big thing stuck in your ass. Yet, Gellert and I probably looked for something which could comfort us, and that was the reason to some extent. I groaned. He moaned. We both tried to breathe. We moved toward each other and crashed into us. I grabbed his back and my nails stabbed into it while he gnawed my neck skin and sucked it. It’s tender, he whispered. I lifted up. He pushed me down, pushing him down. I was suffocated by his scent, his taste, and his deep invasion.
After a "breathtaking" movement, Gellert slept over. His blond hair covered his face, and a beam of sunlight seemed to warm the contour of his face. I wondered when he would leave for his hometown or his dream place. Although he promised me that he would stay with me, I didn’t believe him at all. School teachers and classmates asked me recently what job I wanted to do. I was supposed to be an Auror, but just then I met Gellert, inevitably, attracted by the greenish in his stunning eyes. I gave up my clumsy childhood dream. Now I would be a greater man than ever, I told myself so when he approached me that morning.
I attempted to touch his long eyelashes, but I didn’t. I sit up, leaving the bed. My weight left a pressed shape on the mattress, there might remain my warmth, too. I put on my white sweater and black pants after cleaning. I didn’t wake him up, for forcing this man to get up might irritate him; even worse, he would pull me into his embrace and kiss my face with that soft, rose-colored lips. I didn't want to love him. Or I didn’t want him to love me.
Opening my bedroom door, and walking outside, I was welcomed by the afternoon sunshine.
“Hey, Albus,” I turned, seeing Gellert lean against the doorframe. “You should wake me up.”
