Grindeldore oneshots

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(offer me that) deathless death

kantele

Summary:

Gellert and Albus have their first time together.
Just shameless smut really

Story:

Albus panted into Gellert's mouth as they kissed passionately on his bed, their research lying forgotten next to them. Gellert's hands seemed to be everywhere as they slipped along his sides, through his hair and down his legs. Their coats and vests had already been discarded, lying in a forgotten pile somewhere in the vicinity of Albus' dresser.

Albus grew still as Gellert's hand slipped down their bodies and on to the strained front of Albus' trousers. Swallowing, Albus looked at Gellert's face, seeing the intent there as clear as day. He gripped Gellert's shirt nervously in his hands.

"Gellert, have you done this before?"

"Obviously," Gellert scoffed, although the uncertain flicker in his eyes gave him away.

"Gellert," Albus said sternly.

Gellert grit his teeth. "Fine, I haven't. Have you?" he asked, his eyes flashing with something dangerously close to anger.

Albus shook his head quickly. "No"

The anger in Gellert's expression melted away, and he placed a kiss on Albus' forehead as he stroked him lazily through his trousers.

"Then I suppose we will learn together," Gellert said, smirking at what Albus was sure was quite a dazed expression on his face.

Exasperated, Albus pushed him off. "Are you sure?" he asked, with the newly established distance between them. If they were having this conversation, he wanted to have it with a clear head.

Gellert took his hand and kissed it. "I am. You?"

Nodding, Albus drew his undershirt over his head, flinging it carelessly into the direction of the window. A triumphant smirk flashing on his lips, Gellert reached out to push the rest of their papers out of the way. That taken care of, Gellert's gaze returned to Albus, his eyes moving slowly over the previously hidden flesh. The intensity of his gaze almost made Albus want to squirm and cover himself.

Albus was not usually self-conscious of his skinny frame and knobbly elbows, but he had never been in this situation before, faced with a handsome boy that he desired and that whom he hoped desired him in return.

Seeming to notice his apprehension, Gellert quickly stripped off his own shirt and threw it off the bed. He displayed his body to Albus' eager eyes without a hint of shyness, practically preening under his gaze. His abdomen was more pronounced than Albus', the muscles there tensing as he flexed them. Rolling his eyes at the preening, Albus placed a curious hand on his stomach.

Gellert shivered at his touch.

Encouraged, Albus continued tracing the faint lines of muscle, trailing his hand down from his shoulder to the fine trail of hair leading underneath his trousers. Before he could slip his hand under the waistline, Gellert caught it in his and pressed Albus down on the bed. When he kissed him, it was with a new passion born out of knowledge of what was to come. Albus gasped into the kiss, the opening of his mouth giving Gellert a chance to slip his tongue inside. Their tongues slid against each other as their hands wandered down each other's bodies, discovering uncharted territory. Albus felt hot, overwhelmed with feeling. He had not held any desire for things of sexual nature before Gellert, but now that he was under him, he could not imagine anything he would like doing more.