Albus was perfect like that. Perfect with his lips still wet from Gellert's kisses, his hair just slightly untidy, naked on his knees. Gellert could see him chained to a bed, blood carving its way down the flat plane of his stomach, cheeks flushed and beautiful. Or perhaps the other way around, if Albus were to take a blade and dig it into Gellert's flesh....
Gellert could not tear his eyes from Albus's face. It sent something altogether too pleasant and stunningly sinful shuddering down his spine. He let out a soft, tense exhale.
"Well," he said, a smile curling the corners of his lips. "If you insist."
He released the strength of his grip on Albus's hair, though he kept his hand at the back of his head, fingers smoothing against his hair as he drew Albus just a little closer.