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"I can hardly speak I understand, Why you can't raise your voice to say."
Chapter Ten
"Run"
Albus Severus and Scorpius
It was forbidden. But it was a mistake.
He was the mistake, a fracture in the perfect life of a hero's son, the shadow in the light of day. He was his eternal nightmare, his indefinite prince. He was the eclipse on a hot summer's day, a reprieve from having to be anything at all.
They were lost in the twilight rendezvous, the midnight trysts that beckoned lover's names on chapped lips and dry throats, scratched against raw skin as sweat mingled with hair, dripping across the contours of muscles as they moved into each other, as one.
Albus never mention his name, never spoke of the moments where the two went unaccounted for. He kept quiet while he watched Scorpius from afar, the latest girl draped assuredly on his shoulder, a facade for the truth.
But it was so different. Different with him.
It was the body writhing beneath his own, the face, the eyes that gazed upon him so wrought with feelings and reality that no longer could he shelter his life, no longer were they separate. No longer were they unaffected.
It was the midst of the commotion, the pinnacle of time and space and everything in between, it was the truth behind the lies, the center amongst the rotten, the right inside of everything wrong.
It was him.
It was when every thrust counted for something, when every kiss was dripping with kinetic strength, with an energy he could never get enough of.
He would beg for those granted nights, for those moments of actual bliss. He would wait so patiently beside the statue, awaiting the call, awaiting those intonate and seductive words to be uttered from such unmentionable lips.
They would proceed into a nearby classroom, enchant the walls for the screams upon bitten lips, for the groans of pleasure in exposed throats. It was a mess, a flurry of clothing and thoughts, strewn amongst the books and quills, lost in the jumbled chaos of authority.
It was his hands he felt beneath his cotton shirt, inching past the waistband of Quidditch pants and past the loose boxers between. He would stroke carefully, knowing exactly the rhythm, so in tune with his breathing it seemed natural, so exquisite that it wasn't real.
Skin was finally pursued after hard flesh was pressed against hard flesh, aching and throbbing with such a delectable torture he never wanted it to end, never wanted to watch those icy, almost black, eyes leave his ever again.
He would straddle his hips, placing kisses amongst the softness of the boy's neck, pressing teeth against the contours of his ear, warm and sultry in the cold, stone castle. Then his back would arch, so deeply that he pressed so tightly into his heated skin, so easily it seemed to be heaven itself.
Then his hips would rise, and he would gasp loudly, so caught in the act that he felt ever the more exposed, ever the more excited. He was so wrapped up in him that it took everything he had not come, his hands gripping into the other's hips, thrusting up into those hips, slowly and directly, hitting as far in as possible.
Climax was close, so close that he could see it, bright and warm, standing out against the blackened sky he stood under, waiting for the release of rain to wash away the dank and dreary feelings left behind.
But it was stopped, as if the moment his voice called time ceased to exist, it was his name, so plainly on those pink lips that it seemed to well inside of him, and burst.
It seemed to ripple through him, the nails in his chest, digging as the shocks of climax struck him, wringing him fiercely, dragging him to the depths of every cliff and back again, the savior of humanity, the new light in the darkness.
He kept quiet of his realization as soft lips met his own once more, sweet and minute, yet so achingly real, Albus ran back to his Common Room, wishing to dream of him once more, just so the departure of his beloved wasn't so painful.
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Author's Note: This turned out very different, I wanted to describe the actual act more, but the song I paired it with just felt so different. I do hope you all like it, apart from the sadness. I seem to get caught up in drama a lot. Sorry! I like there to be meanings behind the sex, not just...SEX. Lol.
Requested By: C. Adrien Cummings, whom needs to request more fics! No, Lol, actually, without him I never would have made this fic, and I'm extremely proud of it. Thank you, lovely, this one's yours.