[ Gellert isn't cowed by the admonishment. On the contrary he lets out a breezy little laugh, leaning into the touch of Albus' mouth. ] I wouldn't dream of presuming you had. [ And it's the truth - no, he thinks he prefers it this way. Albus knowing but still doing this, still allowing Gellert as close as he is, touching him, kissing him--the feeling is heady, knowing he has that much sway over him.
No, he doesn't want Albus to forget. Not anymore. Like this every touch is a victory, something to celebrate, curling in his stomach and lingering there. It's almost as though he can forgive himself the failure to get what he wanted in New York so long as he has this. The hand at Albus' side slips down to rest at his hip, familiar as though they'd never parted, as though nothing is different.
He still knows the feel of him beneath his hands. ] You're beautiful. [ Startlingly earnest; there's a beauty to his mind, his magic, and him - it's easy for even him to see. ] Without you, everything falls apart. [ It's breathed out against his mouth without a hint of that smug smile (he keeps it reined in).
When Gellert kisses him again it's a little more fiercely. ]
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No, he doesn't want Albus to forget. Not anymore. Like this every touch is a victory, something to celebrate, curling in his stomach and lingering there. It's almost as though he can forgive himself the failure to get what he wanted in New York so long as he has this. The hand at Albus' side slips down to rest at his hip, familiar as though they'd never parted, as though nothing is different.
He still knows the feel of him beneath his hands. ] You're beautiful. [ Startlingly earnest; there's a beauty to his mind, his magic, and him - it's easy for even him to see. ] Without you, everything falls apart. [ It's breathed out against his mouth without a hint of that smug smile (he keeps it reined in).
When Gellert kisses him again it's a little more fiercely. ]