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[video] Halloween Curse shenanigans

Well, I have to admit, this has been a very curious morning.

[Albus Dumbledore is sitting in a chair in front of a small table ~~in a place that is not his normal living quarters shhhh~~ and looking at his own hand with a small, mischievous look on his face.

There's nothing in his hand, until his smears his thumb over his palm and a small hard candy appears. He raises his hand up and drops into the palm of his other hand. And then drops another hard candy, and another. And then he releases a candy cane, and a lollipop, and a roll of taffy, letting them accumulate in a small pile on a table in front of him, each item appearing out of thin air.

It's almost like watching a magician pull a trick, except his sleeves are rolled up, and he doesn't have his wand.

He seems utterly delighted by this, his eyes shining with even more mischief than normal.]

Tell me, would anyone be interested in some candy?

((OOC: Dumbledore is now a deity! Specifically the deity of sweets.))

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[Albus gasps and perks beneath Gellert's mouth, his body ever-so-obedient to every single one of Gellert's touches. The further Gellert kisses down his body, the more his skin heats, his cock stirring against such delicious touches.]

I do, if only to match such sweet touches.

[He smiles when he sees Albus hardening. To be wanted is intoxicating and he kisses from one hip to the other, sucking on the skin to leave a mark.]

It is sweet that you want me. I like that you never hide it.

[He whimpers softly, though there is still a grin on his lips as he does, as he reaches to grip at Gellert's hair.]

I hide it from all of the rest of the world. With you, I can be as plain and open as I wish, and I do not desire to change that.

[He runs his tongue over the mark, groaning when his hair is gripped.]

Don't ever hold back, my darling.

[Gellert nuzzles his lips along Albus's member, humming in delight.]

[His breath stutters, his cock swelling and aching underneath those beautiful lips, greedy for every tiny bit of contact from Gellert's lovely mouth.]

I won't. Not for you, not like this.

[He brushes his lips against the very tip, sneaking his tongue out for a small taste.]

How sensitive are you?

[Even just a small taste like that rips a gasp from his throat, and he is breathless and heated when he answers:]

Impossibly so, when it comes to you.

Then I should take advantage of that, shouldn't I?

[Before Albus has time to answer, Gellert begins to suck his lover's arousal into his mouth, sliding him luxuriously along his tongue.]

[His head lolls back on the bed, his body stretching and unfurling underneath the heat of such attentions. Albus' hips roll up towards Gellert's mouth, eager for every bit of warmth he can give him.]

Ahh, you take such good advantage, love...

[The praise makes him chuckle and he sucks harder, taking Albus deeper, the muscles of his throat relaxing. He has practiced at this, wanting to give his lover the very best. His head bobs as he picks up the pace and he watches Albus passionately.

Then he reaches for his lover's hand, touching the scars on their palms together.]

[Albus spreads his legs, laying beneath Gellert pliantly, his body trembling as he begins to work him all the more feverishly. His whole body is wound up like a tightly-pulled machine, every suck of Gellert's mouth only building the heat and tension through him until he feels entirely worked by such delicious touches.

When Gellert reaches for his hand, he takes it in his unquestioning, squeezing their hands together where their scars meet.]

You are perfect, love -- completely and utterly beautiful...

[He drags his nails lightly over the inside of Albus's thighs, swallowing around his lover in an intoxicating rhythm. As far as he is concerned, his silly Albus is talking about himself; not him.

When their fingers are entwined, he purrs against his lover's sensitive skin, sucking quicker.

Only for you. He would do this for no one else.]

[Even unspoken, it's as if he can hear the words in his bones and in his blood. And unspoken, his body replies in turn: And I am yours. Only yours.

He comes with a long, low keen, all of his desire and love poured into the sounds that roll through his throat. His fingers clench in Gellert's hair, gripping him tightly as his hips push up towards him, savoring every bit of heat as his pleasure overtakes him and fades. When he's done, he collapses down, breathing hard and his skin beaded with sweat, a loose smile on his face all the while.]

[Albus doesn't need to speak; Gellert feels the truth deep within and he treasures his lover's pleasure. The heat against his tongue and the back of his throat causes him to groan and he sucks until Albus is utterly spent. Then, with a soft whimper, he releases his lover and gathers him into his arms, burying his face against his neck.]

Feeling good, love?

[Albus laughs softly, his smile as loose as his limbs as he gathers himself. He wraps his arms loosely around Gellert's back, murmuring:]

As exquisite as ever. You are too talented with me, love.

[He lifts his head and nudges their foreheads together, delighting in how relaxed Albus is in this moment.]

You've let me practice and I've never failed at anything I studied intently.

[Albus grins wickedly at that, stroking his palm over Gellert's spine and meeting his forehead gleefully.]

That's true. You are very quick to learn. And I have enjoyed your skills very much.

[Gellert arches, unashamed, his eyes lidded and his lips slightly parted.]

Since you are my favorite subject...

[He flashes a grin and settles against his lover, admiring his features.]

[Albus sighs softly, his arms winding around Gellert as they settle closer together. His eyes lidded and content, he says:]

Well, if I am to be studied so lovingly and pleasurably, how can I resist?

[He has found home in Albus's arms. No one else - nothing else - can make him feel like this and he presses his lips to the side of his lover's neck, lingering there.]

I don't have to sneak into your bedroom anymore.

No, you don't. My bedroom is freely yours.

[Smiling, tilting to lean his face against Gellert's, he adds:]

As is my bed. As am I.

Your bed is of no use to me without you in it. [He whispers against Albus's ear, running a hand up and down his lover's chest.] With or without clothes - you will likely end up the same way.

[Albus huffs a small laugh before kissing the side of Gellert's face, humming his pleasure at Gellert's gentle touches.]

I imagine you are right. I am terrible at resisting you.

[He teases a nipple, stroking the nub with his thumb.]

You had to be terrible at something, Albus. Don't hold it against yourself.

[Albus chuckles softly, though it shifts quickly into a gasp as his nipple perks and hardens so easily under Gellert's attentions.]

Especially when it is a weakness you enjoy so thoroughly, I'm sure.

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