Albus's skin had a familiar taste to it, somehow, and Gellert was not sure if it was because he'd kissed him before or simply his mind supplying a sort of natural melody to the moment. Regardless, he was eager for Albus to quit speaking and to start occupying his mouth with something else. Namely, with Gellert's own mouth. Or with his cock; Gellert really would accept either option.
The tilt of Gellert's head disguised the way he rolled his eyes at Albus's question. His tongue found the peak of a nipple, his hands finishing their task with Albus's trousers at last.
"I turned sixteen the day before being brought here," Gellert said, and at the same moment he pushed his hand into Albus's trousers, fingers finding the shaft of Albus's cock and curling around it. Gellert was biting back a laugh when he glanced up at Albus once more, the light reflecting a little oddly off his pupils, his cheeks already flushed with arousal.
He was winning. He was grasping his own future with both hands and taking it. And Albus along with it, he decided. He wanted to know more about Albus as well.
"Not as if that will stop you," Gellert added, his tone amused and decidedly too confident. He stroked Albus's cock twice, firmly, and then released him to instead grasp Albus's hips and push him roughly about, Gellert's teeth finding purchase where Albus's neck met his shoulder as he pushed him forward against the table.