[ even as cerebral as albus can be at times, even knowing that this is all as much an act as it is genuine, gellert baring his throat beneath albus's fingers is still a heady sight. the thread of heat spreads to the pit of his belly, and when gellert's hand finds his side, when his lips brush his jaw, he sucks in a short, hitching breath. ]
It's going to take time, [ he breathes, the faintest of trembles in his voice. ] It's.. certainly not something to be decided right now. [ not with gellert so close like this, gellert filling up his sight, familiar-yet-unfamiliar. he needs space and clarity and time, and he has none of those things right now.
he hates, a little, that he still wants him like this, even after everything, even knowing what he knows about gellert and their relationship in the future.
he tips his head, letting his mouth brush the older man's-- brief, chaste, barely there. (he still, despite everything, tastes the same.) ]
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It's going to take time, [ he breathes, the faintest of trembles in his voice. ] It's.. certainly not something to be decided right now. [ not with gellert so close like this, gellert filling up his sight, familiar-yet-unfamiliar. he needs space and clarity and time, and he has none of those things right now.
he hates, a little, that he still wants him like this, even after everything, even knowing what he knows about gellert and their relationship in the future.
he tips his head, letting his mouth brush the older man's-- brief, chaste, barely there. (he still, despite everything, tastes the same.) ]