[His breath stutters in his throat as Gellert's mouth descends onto his nipple, tearing a groan out of him. The skin perks under his lips and Albus' hand squeezes him firmer, fingers warm and solid around his arousal while Gellert undoes him in turn.

At the words, he wears a loose, breathless smile.]

Ah, but you are, you are, you beautiful man-