Albus sat next to him, his eyes fixed on the book in front of him, his cheeks still flushed from their encounter. Scorpius felt a thrill run through him every time their knees brushed under the table, every time their eyes met and held for just a fraction of a second too long.
After class, they made their way back to the common room, their hearts racing. The desire was palpable, a living, breathing entity that filled the air between them. They waited until the last of their classmates had disappeared into the dorms before Scorpius grabbed Albus and pushed him against the wall, his hand fisting in the other boy's hair as he claimed his mouth in a bruising kiss.
Albus' eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't protest, didn't pull away. Instead, he melted into Scorpius's touch, his body responding with an eagerness that matched his own. Scorpius's hands roamed, exploring every inch of Albus' body with a hunger that had been building for years, a hunger that could no longer be denied.
And when they reached the safety of their hidden nook, Scorpius took Albus roughly, his 12-inch cock sliding into him with a brutal, beautiful force that made them both gasp. It was unlike anything either of them had ever felt, a fierce, primal joining that left them both trembling and panting.
The world outside the Room of Requirement faded away
as they moved together, lost in the rhythm of their passion. Each thrust was a declaration of love, each moan a promise that they would find a way to make this work, no matter the cost.
But as the night grew darker and the storm raged on, they knew they couldn't ignore the world forever. With one last, lingering kiss, Scorpius pulled away, leaving Albus panting and trembling in his wake.
They dressed quickly, their eyes avoiding the mirrors that lined the walls. The evidence of their love was written all over their bodies—the marks of teeth and nails, the smudges of lust and desire. They couldn't hide from it, but for now, they had to keep it hidden from the world.
With a final, silent promise, they left the room, stepping back into the hustle and bustle of Hogwarts. But as they walked the familiar halls, their hands brushing together, they knew that nothing would ever be the same again. They had crossed a line that couldn't be uncrossed, and the thrill of it was intoxicating.
The whispers of their classmates and the echo of their footsteps in the corridor were a stark reminder of the reality they faced. They had to be careful, had to keep their secret buried deep, lest it destroy everything they held dear.
But in the quiet moments, when they were alone and the
only sounds were their own ragged breaths, they knew that they would find a way to be together. Because love, like a potion, had a way of breaking down even the strongest barriers, of creating something beautiful out of the most unlikely of ingredients.
And as they climbed the stairs to their dormitory, their hearts racing in time with each step, they were already planning their next stolen moment, eager to explore the depths of their newfound passion.