Preface: This story is based on Harry Potter.
"For the greater good." ——by Gellert Grindelwald
It would be all for the greater good. He said to me, pecking my pale lips. Every time Gellert touched me with his cool hands, a thrill screamingly flew through my whole body. I couldn't tell what the feeling was like, but it was true that I relished this, shamefully. We hugged each other, took off our clothes, fell on the bed, and kissed. I was about to drown in our smooch.
We had made love several times. It hurt, actually, I didn’t think any of you would like a big thing stuck in your ass. Yet, Gellert and I probably looked for something which could comfort us, and that was the reason to some extent. I groaned. He moaned. We both tried to breathe. We moved toward each other and crashed into us. I grabbed his back and my nails stabbed into it while he gnawed my neck skin and sucked it. It’s tender, he whispered. I lifted up. He pushed me down, pushing him down. I was suffocated by his scent, his taste, and his deep invasion.
After a "breathtaking" movement, Gellert slept over. His blond hair covered his face, and a beam of sunlight seemed to warm the contour of his face. I wondered when he would leave for his hometown or his dream place. Although he promised me that he would stay with me, I didn’t believe him at all. School teachers and classmates asked me recently what job I wanted to do. I was supposed to be an Auror, but just then I met Gellert, inevitably, attracted by the greenish in his stunning eyes. I gave up my clumsy childhood dream. Now I would be a greater man than ever, I told myself so when he approached me that morning.
I attempted to touch his long eyelashes, but I didn’t. I sit up, leaving the bed. My weight left a pressed shape on the mattress, there might remain my warmth, too. I put on my white sweater and black pants after cleaning. I didn’t wake him up, for forcing this man to get up might irritate him; even worse, he would pull me into his embrace and kiss my face with that soft, rose-colored lips. I didn't want to love him. Or I didn’t want him to love me.
Opening my bedroom door, and walking outside, I was welcomed by the afternoon sunshine.
“Hey, Albus,” I turned, seeing Gellert lean against the doorframe. “You should wake me up.”
Fin.
