“Like that, fuck, just like that.” Draco pants, hanging on the edge. Albus pushes in hard; Draco cries out, thighs tight with the oncoming orgasm.
It only takes one more thrust and Draco shudders, vision white as he comes. Albus goes stiff behind him, prick pulsing as he spills deep inside of Draco.
“I love you.” Albus collapses against Draco’s back, presses kisses into his shoulder.
Love. It’s the sensation of bliss after blood fantastic sex, nothing real. It has never been a part of Draco’s life.
It only takes one more thrust and Draco shudders, vision white as he comes. Albus goes stiff behind him, prick pulsing as he spills deep inside of Draco.
“I love you.” Albus collapses against Draco’s back, presses kisses into his shoulder.
Love. It’s the sensation of bliss after blood fantastic sex, nothing real. It has never been a part of Draco’s life.
“Draco?” Albus nips at his earlobe.
Until now.
“I love you, too, Albus.”