[ It really has been so long. His hips twitch forward just a little to meet Albus' halfway, breathing out in a long exhale before the demand makes him grin against the skin. ] You seem almost the needier one of us even still. [ It's a tease, goading, almost taunting but not quite, just borderline enough. But then he's shoving Albus further back onto the desk, forcing him to lean back further as one hand catches him by the nape roughly to hold him in place. He bites down just above the hollow of Albus' throat, harder still than he'd treated his skin earlier - and at the very same moment his other hand slips between them so that he can palm him through his trousers, purposely mingling the pleasure with the pain--
the tip of his tongue runs slowly, so slowly, up the line of his jaw and along his pulse. Infuriatingly languid on purpose, hand still grasping tight at his nape. ]
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the tip of his tongue runs slowly, so slowly, up the line of his jaw and along his pulse. Infuriatingly languid on purpose, hand still grasping tight at his nape. ]