“Research,” Albus agrees, a wicked glint in his eyes. He pulls Draco aside, away from the Muggle artifacts, into the shadows. He pushes one hand down Draco’s trousers as soon as they are out of view; Draco is already hard.
“Albus….” The name fades on a groan as Albus tugs him free, wanks him smoothly.
“Those are Muggle talismans for fertility and arousal,” Albus murmurs. “Just want to make sure you get the right feel for how they work, when you’re writing your book.”
“Research,” Albus agrees, a wicked glint in his eyes. He pulls Draco aside, away from the Muggle artifacts, into the shadows. He pushes one hand down Draco’s trousers as soon as they are out of view; Draco is already hard.
“Albus….” The name fades on a groan as Albus tugs him free, wanks him smoothly.
“Those are Muggle talismans for fertility and arousal,” Albus murmurs. “Just want to make sure you get the right feel for how they work, when you’re writing your book.”
“Fuck,” Draco’s hips buck.
“That’s definitely the plan.”