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[Albus lets out a pleased little moan at the kiss, feeling themselves suddenly wiped as clean as if they'd just bathed. The mess hadn't bothered him, but the removal of it feels good, especially as it gives them one less reason to rise from the mattress.

And then Gellert wraps blankets over both of them and it is all so very relaxing.]

Mm, this is rather comfortable.

[Being clean is always pleasant when one wants to lounge in bed. Gellert runs his hands over the Magically cleansed skin, grinning mischievously.]

That is the point. [He shifts so they are face to face, their noses almost touching.] Do you have trouble sleeping at night?

[He tilts his face to look at Gellert, letting their noses brush together and pressing a brief, sweet kiss to Gellert's mouth.

Wrapping his arms around Gellert a little more warmly, he says:] Sometimes I do.

[His eyelids flutter closed and he sucks lightly on Albus's lips before he lets the kiss end.]

I do most nights, but... [Gellert entwines their legs and kisses down the other man's throat.] Tonight will be better.

[He smiles fondly at that, tilting his head to give Gellert better access to his neck.]

It will be. I'll make sure it is.

[Albus squeezes Gellert gently in his arms at that, an unspoken reassurance to stay with him while they slept. Even without drifting off, he knows they'll both fall into slumber easily, relaxed and unwound and at ease.]

[He makes a sound of approval, continuing his lazy path to Albus's shoulder.]

You have already made some great strides towards that goal.

[His voice rumbles, low and content, and he rests his face against the curvature between Albus's neck and shoulder.]

...thank you.

[He smiles at that, pressing a loose, warm kiss to the side of Gellert's face while he nestles in closer.]

Not at all.

[Palming Gellert's hair, he murmurs:] Get some sleep, Gellert. I'll be here whenever you wake.

[He trails a hand down Albus's side under the blanket, lulling himself into a state of sleepiness. His body feels sated and his mind is quiet for once.]

Good night, Albus. [Gellert closes his eyes and any lights in the room will dim - a last exercise of Magic.]

[He smiles at that, nestling his face against Gellert's neck, breathing in the scent of him. For the first time in a long while, Albus feels loose and heavy and sated, and it feels so easy to drift away. With the lights dimmed, all there is left is their comfortable warmth together, curled so closely they seem to blend together.]

Good night, Gellert.

[He sleeps - truly sleeps - his dreams either pleasant or nonexistent. With their bodies pressed so close there is simply no room for nightmares or wild visions. The hours pass peacefully and in the morning, Gellert stretches, kissing the underside of Albus's jaw before he has even opens his eyes.]

The sun is rising.

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[Albus sleeps soundly. If there are dreams, he does not remember them, lost to the heaviness of the rest that cloaks him.

When Gellert kisses him, it takes him a moment to remember -- the feeling of Gellert warm against him, the feel of him in his bed, the gentle pressure of his kiss. It's been decades since he's fallen asleep with someone else next to him, and he stirs back to wakefulness with a gentle, pleasant confusion until he sees Gellert there and remembers.]

That it is. [He responds by kissing Gellert's cheek in turn, reaching up to palm his face.] How did you sleep?

[Waking to another might not always be so pleasant for Gellert. There are secrets he hides with all of his power and might. Albus is one of those secrets; as such, he smiles in gentle delight upon seeing his face. The memories from the night before tumble back and he can feel a distant ache between his legs.]

Very well. [He caresses Albus's arm all the way to his shoulder, eyes half-lidded.] What of you? I didn't feel you stir.

[He smiles at the answer, pressing another kiss to Gellert's chin.] I slept quite nicely. I don't think I stirred at all.

[The two of them are still tangled together, the blankets warmly covering them in their embrace. Albus nestles in closer for a moment, resting his face against the top of Gellert's head.] I think I promised to make you breakfast, didn't I?

[His hands are wide awake, sliding over Albus's body lazily, tracing runes on his skin.]

This bed is a lot more appealing with you in it.

[He chuckles and rests his cheek against the other man's shoulder.]

So you remember! But you will first have to extricate yourself from me.

[He smiles at that, savoring each and every one of Gellert's touches. Albus nestles in closer and presses a kiss to his temple.]

I admit, I have not slept so well in a long time. But will you forgive me if I pull myself away to cook for you?

[He is being greedy, he knows, but how can he help it? Albus is right here and nothing lies between them!]

Neither have I. [Gellert chuckles at the question and heaves a heavy sigh.] Well if you must. I will certainly join you.

[He chuckles at that, before pressing a quick, warm kiss to Gellert's mouth.]

Good.

[And at that he gently pulls away with reluctance, extricating himself from Gellert's arms to rise from the mattress. Their clothes are still strewn across the floor, and he starts pulling his back on, redressing in wrinkled garb.]

[His lips tingle and he can't help watching Albus fondly. He sits up slowly and lets the blankets pool in his lap.]

You won't cook naked? [He tuts and stands up, shamelessly nude, stretching his arms over his head.] Dear Albus...

[Summoning a robe from his closet, he holds it out to the other man.]

Be comfortable.

[He chuckles at that, while perhaps also sneaking a look at Gellert as he stretches and stands, enjoying the look of his so shamelessly bare.] I fear you'd find me less attractive if I burnt myself in the nude. It would be a terrible look.

[Albus accepts the robe with a smile, wrapping it around himself and tying it in one smooth motion.] Many thanks.

[He slips his arms around Albus's waist after he dons the robe.] I would feel awful for you, but you wouldn't be less attractive to me.

[Besides they could make use of salve. And there would be touching. Gellert laughs and tugs on a second robe, tying it closed at his waist.]

You really are too kind. [He smiles as Gellert dons his own robe, watching him wrap it around himself before pressing a quick kiss to his mouth.] But now let me feed you. Hopefully without burns of any sort.

[And with that, he walks out, looking for the kitchen.]

Is that what it is? Kindness? [He hums into the kiss, grinning into Albus's eyes.] You need to feed yourself too.

[He follows, barefoot and happy, pulling out a bowl of fruit when they arrive in the kitchen.]

Everything is where it should be.

[Albus walks into the kitchen with a cheerful look on his face, flicking his wand to open Gellert's cabinets and summon what he needs. Bowls and spoons hover in the air around him as he inspects the pantry and retrieves what he needs.

Soon, eggs are being whisked in a bowl and a pan is on the stove top with slices of bacon frying, and a knife is slice up pieces of fruit. While all of that is being prepared, he pours out two glasses of pumpkin juice and floats one over to Gellert's hand.]

[He is happy to watch Albus work, his brows rising when a glass floats easily into his hand. Strangely, he finds himself aching, longing clawing at him mercilessly. Gellert knows the sensation has nothing to do with simple cooking. No, it is rooted in seeing Albus in this role.]

Where did you learn to cook? I suppose you did have to look after your family.

[The word family makes the pain in his chest worse and he blinks, sipping on the juice to distract himself.]

[There's a small blip as Gellert says that word, a half-second's pause, but he carries past it easily enough, still wearing the same pleasant smile as he cooks.] That was when I first started learning, but I got much better at it once I was living on my own. I had to feed myself somehow, and eating badly cooked toast only has its appeal for so very long.

[As he speaks, the food is busy preparing itself and sliding onto plates, the bacon laying out neatly next to orange slices while the eggs scramble themselves in their pan.] I managed to teach myself after only a few small fires.

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