Why? It was a ridiculous question, Gellert thought, even as he moaned aloud softly once more -- and then loudly, when Albus began to push himself past that tight ring of muscle surrounding his entrance. His body was abruptly, wholly alert, all of his senses thrown on edge. Gellert's hands had curled into fists atop the table, knuckles going white.
"Because I want you," Gellert forced out eventually, the words leaving him in a single short burst. And if Albus stopped...if Albus stopped now, so help him god, Gellert would kill him.
It was all Gellert could do not to push back again, to make Albus go more quickly whether he wanted to or not. So instead he just shuddered faintly, eyes falling closed as he compelled his body to relax despite the apprehensive tension that coiled in his limbs. Too much desire, pounding out against his skin. He doubted he would last long -- but at least, he thought, he would probably surpass Albus in duration. He had not thought it possible for Albus to be even harder than he himself was, but it was true.
"God." Gellert took in a sharp, stilted breath. "Please."