Gideon knew right off the bat that he wasn't going to be able to last long, at least not as long as he could usually go. She just had him so wound up already that he knew she wouldn't be on the counter for very long. He hoped he wasn't banging her head into anything behind her; he honestly didn't remember if there were cabinets or just wall space back there with how lost he was in the moment. Amelia was all that mattered. Not Death Eaters. Not Molly leaving or Fabian still not being there. Just Mel.
His legs twitched when he felt her hand touch him. She'd never done that before, but fuck if it wasn't incredible. Gideon had already been close enough, but with her playing with his balls that way, it wasn't going to be much longer. He thrust into her and his fingers clenched around the flesh of her backside and groaned at the sensation of her teeth scraping against his skin. Amelia hadn't needed to vocalize it: he could tell what was coming and he came right after her with a shudder and another breathy groan. Gideon's movements slowed as he came down from the intensity of the sensations and blood slowly returned to his brain.
Only when he was fully spent for the moment did Gideon pull out, his lips finding Amelia's again. He was sure he was sporting some scratches around his midsection, but he was completely all right with that. There was a high possibility she'd have bruises in a few hours, so it was only fair. Running a hand through his hair to get the blonde strands out of his eyes, he broke contact with Amelia's mouth for a minute to give them a chance to breathe and instead busied himself with sorting out his clothes. Gideon pulled up his jeans and put himself away. "You should do that more often," he said with a smirk before his lips found hers again.