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Gilderoy gently caresses the sandy curls and watches with pleasure as the reflection seems to lose a bit of his false bravado. There’s a gentle blush dusting his cheeks, and Gilderoy wants to lick it. Instead, he lets his hand travel lower, appreciating the soft feel of quality velvet. Carefully, he runs his fingers over the fabric, smoothing out creases and appreciating the muscles underneath. He loves the way the cape drapes over him, accentuating the shoulders. The crisp baby blue shirt clings to his body, and Gilderoy is sure he can make out the faint outline of the abbs hidden beneath. He can’t wait to lay his fingers on the supple skin.
His hands travel lower, lower, touching every single inch of the covered body on their way, and Gilderoy relishes it. He can hardly wait to get it all off, his body thrumming with anticipation.
He tires with all his might to hold back, to make this last, but the need, the want in the reflection’s expression breaks his resolve. Gilderoy closes the distance, just one step is enough, and the touch is electric. The two bodies merge together as if they were made for this purpose only.
When their lips finally meet, Gilderoy knows this is the only truth in life—this is what he’s been searching for his entire life.
He doesn’t hesitate; there is no need anymore, all that’s left to do is to let go. The reflection leads him to the bed, all the while kissing him reverently, hands wandering all over his body as if he’s a canvas, a map to be discovered. Gilderoy has never been wanted quite like this, and he’s drunk with it. The kisses make him dizzy; his legs barely hold him up. But the other’s body is sold beneath his hands, supporting him.
Gilderoy feels his mind going crazy as he finally, finally tangles his fingers in the other’s golden locks. They’re just as soft as he imagined. The blue of his eyes makes him think of warm spring days, when the sky seems endless, and the air gently caresses his body.
But now the caresses are coming from a real body, pushing him on the bed, baring his body for the world to see.
For a brief moment, he feels embarrassed, faced with a body so perfect, but then he remembers who he is—Gilderoy Lockhart, five-time consecutive winner of Witch Weekly's Most-Charming-Smile Award. He pounces on the other like he’s starving, leaving gentle bruises blooming in his wake. The sighs the other makes go directly to his groin.
Their clothes might be exquisite, but behind closed doors, they serve little purpose, except as nice accessories. So, he makes quick work of removing the cape and opening the shirt beneath. At last, his tongue can touch those fabulous abbs. He takes his time licking along the patch of sandy hair covering the perfect abdomen. By the time he reaches his desired prize, his mouth is watering.
Gladly, he takes the length in his mouth, as deep as it goes. The moans coming from above him are making him go into a frenzy.
He can feel the other becoming restless beneath his hands, so he isn’t surprised when the moans are cut off by a grunt, and suddenly, he’s being hauled upward and flipped on his stomach.
He’s not complaining—it’s his favorite position.
A strangled sound comes from behind him, and Gilderoy knows the other has discovered the special little present he has prepared. He smirks over his shoulder as he shimmies his ass, giving the other a better access to pull out the butt plug.
He doesn’t have long to be smug, as only a moment, he’s being pushed into the mattress, fuller than he has ever felt in his life.
“Merlin, you’re perfect,” the other purrs in his ear, and it takes all of Gilderoy’s control not to come then and there. He doesn’t even have the time to take a deep breath when he’s being mercilessly fucked, stretched open on the most perfect cock he’s ever seen.
Gilderoy is floating. He can feel every inch inside him—moving in and out, hitting his prostate with every thrust, making his vision blur.
He cries out as the first orgasm takes over his body. He falls limp, spent, but he knows this is far from over as the other pulls him up by the hips and continues to pound with a merciless pace. Gilderoy reaches his next orgasm by a hand roughly gripping his cock, moving just so. By the third, there are white spots in his vision, but he only has the sense to beg for more.
When the other spills inside him, Gilderoy the fullness is so encompassing, he thinks he might get pregnant from this.
“Thank you for being so good for me,” the other says, and kisses his cheek gently. Gilderoy can feel his cock give a half-hearted twitch from the praise. Some other time, he thinks.
It takes a few moments for Gilderoy to become fully aware of the room around him. By the moonlight filtering through a crack in the curtains, he can barely make out his reflection in the full-length mirror standing next to the bed. A satisfied smile spreads across his face as his hand finds a familiar piece of plastic lodged deep within his ass. Some other time indeed, he thinks.
It's always smart to sleep with a butt plug.