[He let out a stuttered gasp, his fingers scrabbling in Gellert's hair. His nipple perks immediately under Gellert's delicious attentions, his body still arched like a bow to meet his mouth. Every inch of Albus' skin feels oversensitive and eager, and he can feel the blood pooling between his legs, heating with his attentions.]

Then don't. I'll take all of it from you.