HP Shavings Wizard

The red-haired young man came out after changing his clothes. His messy long hair casually fell to his elbows. His clothes had phoenix wings and curly tail feathers that swayed slightly when he walked, making his beautiful face look even more gorgeous and eye-catching.

Alison stared blankly at the proud and charming phoenix getting closer and closer to her, its clear and beautiful blue eyes staring at her intently...

Then, Dumbledore closed the door, locking out the child who was peeking at the door and completely blocking Alison's sight.

He sighed: "Really..."

The blond young man on the sofa stood up, walked to the red-haired young man, put his arm around his waist, and was not embarrassed at all. Instead, he smiled and whispered in his ear and asked generously: "How is it?"

He didn't specify which person or which piece of clothing he was talking about, but it obviously didn't matter.

"...It looks pretty." Dumbledore's ears turned red and he subconsciously hugged Grindelwald's neck, and the distance between them was instantly shortened.

As their eyes met, the atmosphere became somewhat ambiguous.

Thinking of Alison's previous nonsense about "he wanted to see the Gaelic dance", the red-haired teenager coughed and tried to change the subject.

"It's getting late, we should rest."

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows slightly, showing no intention of letting him go. He moved closer to him with a smile and whispered teasingly in his ear: "How about... I dance for you?"

As soon as the words fell, without waiting for an answer, the golden thunderbird let go of his hand and strode to the open space in the middle of the room.

The red phoenix leaned on the sofa, feeling uncomfortable all over, his eyes were dodging, but he couldn't help but sneak a peek out of curiosity.

Grindelwald waved his wand gracefully and used Transfiguration to transform the empty chair into a musical instrument. A rhythmic and intense dance music automatically sounded from the strings that were plucked out of thin air.

He began to dance flexibly to the music.

His dancing was casual and unrestrained, and he exuded charm in every gesture. When he turned and jumped, his muscles were tense and his movements were full of power. He really was like a male bird courting a mate, twisting and dancing in a small space.

I have to admit that Gail is really suitable for this kind of passionate and unrestrained dance.

The red-haired young man who was originally stealing glances was unconsciously fascinated by the performance. He nodded and hummed along with the rhythm of the music.

Grindelwald noticed Dumbledore's reaction and a smug smile appeared on his face. As the music became more intense, he sometimes even deliberately got closer to Al.

!!!

The young man on the sofa was so aroused by the big golden bird that his heartbeat quickened and his breathing became rapid.

When the song ended, Grindelwald stood there, breathing slightly, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, glistening under the light.

Dumbledore came back to himself and found that he was still a little unsatisfied. Gale was staring at him with deep and scorching eyes, approaching him step by step.

He suddenly felt dry mouth and swallowed subconsciously.

Grindelwald walked up to him, leaned over the armrest of the sofa, and kissed him.

The red-haired young man did not resist, closed his eyes and responded to the kiss, but he did not expect that the unbridled blond young man would take him up from the sofa when he was not prepared, hug him and spin around, continuing to dance.

He spun along with Gail's movements, gradually letting go and cooperating more and more tacitly. Their golden and red skirts overlapped and flew, like two birds entwined in each other's necks, entangled with each other to the sound of music.

In the dizzying series of spins, Dumbledore felt as if he had really turned into a phoenix, flying freely under Gale's guidance.

When the two phoenixes and the thunderbird finally stopped, their foreheads were touching and their noses were touching.

Grindelwald reached out and gently stroked Dumbledore's cheek, but the young man's clear voice sounded a little hoarse.

"Like it?"

Perhaps it was because the phoenix itself was related to fire, or perhaps it was because the dance just now was too intense, Dumbledore felt that his whole body was hot, especially his cheeks, which seemed to be burning.

He tilted his head slightly to avoid the burning, predatory gaze and nodded gently, his voice barely audible.

"……like."

The atmosphere between the two became more ambiguous.

The blond young man laughed loudly, with high spirits and unbridled enthusiasm.

"Then we can dance more often in the future."

Alison, this naughty kid, did a rare good thing.

Thinking of the pile of beautiful clothes in the deep big box on the ground, the red-haired young man, who always liked exquisite and gorgeous clothes, felt his ears turn red. He subconsciously pushed Gale away, turned around with a little panic and walked towards the bathroom, ready to take a bath.

"Okay! It's time to rest..."

Grindelwald blinked and did not continue to embarrass Al. He just sat on the sofa, watching Dumbledore's departing back with a meaningful smile on his lips.

Dumbledore closed the bathroom door and leaned against it, calming his beating heart.

He took off and folded up the beautiful Phoenix suit he was wearing, and as he slowly took a shower, he kept thinking about what had just happened.

I have to admit that his Gale is really good at teasing people, even though they are already...

The red-haired young man sighed, used some water to wet his half-long red hair, and rubbed it in circles to make foam.

After taking a shower and drying his hair, he came out in his bathrobe and saw that the big, shining golden bird had changed its place and was sitting on the bed waiting for him.

The blond young man looked up at him, a smile flashed in his eyes, but he didn't say any more teasing. He just stood up, brushed past him, and went to take a shower.

Dumbledore lay on the soft and comfortable big bed, closed his eyes, and tried to make himself fall asleep, but the image of the big golden bird dancing gracefully kept appearing in his mind.

No, I can't think about it anymore!

He forced himself to concentrate on sleeping and tried to empty his mind, but not long after, he heard rustling sounds in the bathroom in the quiet room, followed by intermittent water sounds.

Was that what Gail had listened to when he was in the shower before?

Wet it with water, wash your hair, and then flush it again...

Well, he washes so fast...

The red-haired young man felt a little annoyed listening to the sound of water.

Soon, the sound of water stopped and the bathroom door was opened.

The blond young man walked out of the bathroom, casually wearing a bathrobe, his hair still wet.

Feeling a real gaze, Dumbledore opened his eyes and saw Grindelwald standing beside the bed, looking down at him with a playful smile on his face.

"Why aren't you sleeping yet?"

The red-haired young man was obviously not a passive person. He also had a fire burning in his heart. He no longer sat there waiting to die. He sat up, put his arms around his newlywed husband's neck, and pulled him closer to himself.

The blond young man fell on the bed, and the distance between them was instantly shortened.

Dumbledore tilted his head slightly and took the initiative to kiss Grindelwald, and the hot air they exhaled intertwined with each other.

After kissing for a while, he let go of Gail, reached out to tear open his lover's already loose nightgown, and admired the fair skin and smooth muscle lines in front of him.

Grindelwald also turned over on the bed, pressed Al slightly, teased Al's messy red hair like a cat, and also casually slid off Al's pajamas.

They felt as if they were back to that time again, in the same midsummer, with the same energy and passion, gazing at each other's flushed and hot young bodies.

The red-haired young man reached out and stroked the blond young man's back, feeling his strong and powerful muscles.

The blond young man bent down and kissed the red-haired young man's neck, leaving a faint mark.

Dumbledore felt tickled by the kiss and couldn't help but chuckle. He reached out and ruffled Gale's hair.

This made Grindelwald laugh too.