During the summer, Scorpiu and Albus retreat to the quiet sanctuary of our bedroom, the place where we first discovered the depth of our feelings. The room is filled with the scent of Scorpius' cologne and the faint smell of parchment from my books. We've moved his bed in next to mine, and it's become our battleground of passion. The bed groans under the weight of our love, the headboard banging against the wall in a steady rhythm that echoes through the quiet corridors of the manor.
Scorpius is like a creature of the night, his lean body slick with sweat as he moves over Albus his green eyes glowing with a fierce desire. His cock is a thing of legend, a cold, hard, massive beast that fills Albus to the brink, destroying any inhibitions I might have had. Each thrust is a declaration of war against the world that sought to keep us apart, and with every stroke, I'm lost in the feeling of being claimed by him.
Our love is a dance of power and submission, a fierce battle of wills that ends in sweet surrender. We're both equally matched, equally eager to explore the boundaries of pleasure. And as we come together, our bodies tangled in a mess of limbs and passion, I know that this is what it means to truly live.
As the night stretches on, we push each other further, our cries muffled by the pillows. We're insatiable, our hunger for each other a never-ending maelstrom that swallows us whole. And when we finally collapse, spent
and shaking, we lie in the quiet darkness, holding onto each other like we're afraid of letting go.
But we don't have to be afraid anymore. The war is over, and we've won. We've found our place in the world, and we're not going anywhere. Our love is our shield, our sword, and our home. And as we drift off to sleep, the whispers of the house-elves lulling us with tales of love and heroism, we know that we're ready for whatever comes next.
Because we're not just two boys anymore. We're a family. A family of love, of hope, and of magic. And we're going to change the world.