“You love this, don’t you?” Albus gave a soft moan around James’s cock, eyes fluttering closed and James continued. “Get your cock out for me Al, let me see you fuck your fist while I fuck your mouth.” Albus hurried to comply, hoiking up his robes and undoing the button on the front of his boxers to pull out his cock. He wrapped his fist around it tightly, massaging the head with a steady roll of his wrist.

James glanced at the door, realising with a sick thrill that he’d neither locked nor soundproofed it. But fixing that would mean stopping, and James really didn’t have the willpower for that right now. Not with his cock surrounded by the wet heat of Albus’s mouth, that sinful tongue dancing across all the right places.

“Al,” he said softly, “A—ah!—Al!” he tried again with a little more urgency. “There’s no wards up, anyone could walk in.” Albus sucked a little harder. “Fuck, you knew, didn’t you? Are you getting off on it?” James didn’t loosen his grip on Albus’s hair, didn’t slow the pace of his thrusts. He’d waited three years for this, but he never imagined Albus would be like this—would be everything.

“Are you going to come all over my office floor, Al? Dad gave me that rug. Or are you gonna wait? Let me come down your throat, then fuck me over my desk?” Albus gives a broken moan and lets go of his own prick, hands on James’s arse, urging him on. James knows it would be suicide to do it—they’re already pushing their luck enough—but it’s a stimulating idea nonetheless.

“Fuck, you’re so good, Albus, so perfect,” James panted. His thighs were trembling, fingernails scratching against Al’s scalp as he watched his cock disappear between those gorgeous lips. He pulled out quickly, taking himself in hand as Al struggled to catch his breath. He looked wrecked, sweaty and dishevelled as he too frantically fisted his cock, apparently unable to wait. “Never stopped wanting you, I’m so sorry, be mine, Albus, please,” James babbled, hips jerking as he came over Albus’s face and neck.

“Never stopped being yours, Jamie,” Albus gasped, swiping a droplet of come from his lip with his tongue and throwing his head back as his own orgasm tore through him. James fumbled behind him on the desk for his wand, shooting a quick charm at the door as Albus composed himself.

Al looked up at him with a lazily, self-satisfied grin and James offered him a hand, pulling him to his feet. He tucked his cock away, shaking down his robes before tugging at James’s robes too, sorting him out.

“So… We’re actually doing this, right?” Albus chewed nervously on his bottom lip. “Despite the many problems we’re bound to have, despite the secrecy?”

“I’m through with making us both miserable,” James said honestly, pulling Al tightly into a hug. Albus’s arms came around him instantly. “We’ll just have to make do.” He placed a firm kiss against Albus’s hair. “Anyway, you’re worth the effort.”

“We are,” Albus corrected, “We’re worth the effort.”