Disclaimer: The characters portrayed herein belong to JK Rowling, Bloomsbury/Scholastic, Warner Bros. No copyright infringement is intended and no money is being made. Although, well, I wouldn't mind renting them for a night or two.....
Breath spilling from blood blushed lips, sweat beading on the upper lip and sliding slowly down the smooth slope of a sculpted cheekbone. Eyes widening, green fire glowing eerie from them, surrounding the expanse of black that pulls in the light from the one lit candle lamp on the wall above them.
The call of his name, a moan that carrying lust and desperation in equal quantities. Fingers skittering across his heated flesh like the fluttering of moths wings, gentle, soft and hesitant. Lips grazing his inner thigh, moving on and on until they close around his cock and begin the slow upwards spiral of his pleasure.
Soft thick hair tangles around his fingers, giving him control of the mouth attached to him; allowing him to move it faster and harder. To go deeper and deeper until he can go no further. Teeth scraping gently along the underside of his cock, the small frisson of fear adding a new level to his desire.
Lightening flashes behind his closed eyelids, breath stops along with time and the world and whole fucking universe and he's flying; flying through stars and past moons to heights even the angels would envy him.
He sighs, muscles relaxing, the shudders lessen. He opens his eyes, turns onto his side and cries as he clutches his brother's pyjamas close to his heart. His brother who has just moved in with a boy who is far less worthy of him than James is. His brother, Albus, who has broken his heart and twisted his mind.