The rest of the day is a blur of anticipation. Every time I look at Scorpius, I see the promise of what's to come. And when the final bell of the day rings, signaling the end of classes, it's all I can do to keep from pulling him into a broom closet right then and there.
But we have plans. We've agreed to wait until after the quidditch match, when everyone else will be busy celebrating or commiserating. It's the perfect time to slip away to my private shower, where we'll have hours of uninterrupted time together.
The match itself is a nail-biter. I'm on edge, not just from the excitement of the game, but from the knowledge of what's waiting for me after. And when the Gryffindor team emerges victorious, Scorpius is the first to catch my eye, a knowing smile playing on his lips.
As soon as we can sneak away without raising suspicion, we make our way to the showers. I can feel the weight of his gaze on me, and the thought of him naked, eager, and ready to touch me sends a shiver down my spine. The locker room is empty, the sounds of the showers echoing through the tiles. We strip off our clothes with shaky hands, our eyes locked on each other's bodies.
Scorpius steps into the shower first, the water cascading down his muscular frame. He looks like a fucking god, his pale skin flushed pink with excitement. And when he holds out his hand to me, beckoning me to join him, I feel like the luckiest wizard alive.
The water is hot and steamy, the perfect environment for the kind of exploration we're about to embark on. We stand under the spray, our bodies touching, our eyes locked in a silent conversation that speaks of lust and love.
Our kisses are sloppy and wet, the water making our skin slick as we run our hands over each other. His cock is hard and heavy in my hand, and I can feel my own pulsing with need. We're both eager, desperate for the release we know is coming.
The next three hours are a blur of sensation. We kiss, we touch, we explore every inch of each other's bodies. We find new ways to make each other gasp and moan, to make our hearts race and our skin burn with need. And when we finally come together, it's like nothing I've ever experienced before. It's a perfect symphony of passion and love, of two souls becoming one.
As we lay there, our bodies entwined and exhausted, the water beating down on us, I can't help but think that this is where we're supposed to be. This is what we're meant to do. And when Scorpius whispers, "I love you, Albus," I know that I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be. With him.
The aftermath of our love-making is filled with gentle caresses and soft whispers. We're both lost in the haze of pleasure, our bodies still humming with the
aftershocks of our passion. We kiss lazily, the water washing away the sweat and come that clings to our skin.
We spend hours in that shower, learning each other's bodies, finding new ways to make each other feel alive. And when we finally emerge, we're both grinning like idiots, our hearts pounding with the excitement of what's to come.