The Good Life of Home Cook Grindelwald

As soon as he entered the house, Grindelwald heard Dumbledore whisper: "You wait for me in my room first, and I will send Anna to rest."

It seems that this matter still cannot be replaced in one stroke.Grindelwald nodded, went upstairs and entered his room, and then listened to Dumbledore chatting with his sister in a gentle voice. Maybe he would have to read her a story for a while before he could come up, Grindelwald thought, and entered There were things in Dumbledore's room, and he randomly pulled out a book and sat on the chair beside his bed to read it.

He has always been a fast reader, especially without knowing that he had flipped through these books several times. When he read a third of them, Dumbledore opened the door and walked in.Grindelwald put down his book and stood up, but before he could speak, Dumbledore had already cast a sound-proof spell in the room.

Surprised and a little confused, Grindelwald looked at his lover. Grindelwald was thinking whether it was because they were afraid that they would quarrel and scare Anna or something else. Unexpectedly, Dumbledore put his wand on the table beside him, approached him, and directly Kissed up.

He was a little stunned. From his previous life to this life, he had never seen Dumbledore like this. After all, they had only been together for two months in their previous life. During those two months, Dumbledore almost completely closed his eyes, Everything is in his hands.He had never seen Dumbledore lose his temper. During their two months, even the lover who argued with him gave way to him everywhere, gentle and restrained.

Although Dumbledore is warm and sweet like this, he still backed away slightly, staring at the blue eyes that seemed to be extremely hot in front of him, and lowered his posture: "I admit that I did not keep my promise today. Aberforth got into an argument, and I just..."

"Is it because of this?" Dumbledore finally spoke, with anger in his voice, "I ask you, Gellert Grindelwald, are you planning to disappear again?"

Grindelwald suddenly became dumb. The moment he turned to see Dumbledore after petrifying Aberforth, his anger suddenly became sober. to his family.At that moment, he really thought that if it was still the case one day sooner or later, it would be better for him to disappear as soon as possible.This made him even feel very depressed, and suspected that he would never be able to control his temper, and that sooner or later he would have conflicts with Dumbledore's family members.

Dumbledore's family is different from others. He can persuade many people to leave the family and go with him, but he can't persuade Dumbledore, because they lost their parents when they were young, and now they all rely on this elder brother for support.And this little sage, even though he has a dream of traveling around the world, once resented his family for dragging him down, but if there is a problem at home, he can't let himself go.

But this emotion was too fast, he thought he had covered it up well when he went out, but Dumbledore actually saw it.

Pulling his clothes, Dumbledore's suppressed anger made his fingers tremble: "Can you trust me more? Can you trust yourself more?" He paused and said, "You are Think I can't see it? If you were going to duel him, you wouldn't use that kind of magic at all."

Grindelwald looked at him fixedly, and suddenly thought: Fuck his fate!Why should I care about so many accidents!Why can't I believe that I will definitely go back to the same mistakes in my life?My Al is still in my hand, why do I always think so much?

As he thought, he put his arms around Dumbledore's waist, pulled him into his arms, and kissed him heavily.There was no light sucking, no little teasing, their lips and tongues were mixed together, and they refused to let go of every corner.

Looting Dumbledore's breath, a small episode floated in the depths of his memory.When there were guards in Nurmengard’s prison in the previous life, he listened to the chatting of two guards outside. One of them said that his wife at home had quarreled with him, and he couldn’t explain it no matter what. What? If you still love her, just say it directly, I'm sorry I was wrong, everything you said is right, remember to be sincere, and everything will be resolved."

Listening to these chats, he lay on the cold floor of the cell, laughing to himself: How can you apologize so casually? People must have principles, even if they love again, they should explain clearly, they should explain clearly, and they should clearly distinguish who is right and who is wrong .After seeing Dumbledore's obituary, in those six months he suddenly recalled clearly the last time they met, Dumbledore stood outside the railing of memory and asked him those words. Even then, he never felt that he should To apologize, I still felt that some issues needed to be debated, and even told him angrily that I would never see him again.

They never saw each other again, he could only face Dumbledore's defensive technique, thinking about their two months, thinking about the half century they missed, thinking about their decisive battle, thinking about the last time they met Arguing until the heavy defense suddenly disappeared, and then an obituary was displayed in front of him.He just thought: Why are you so stupid.

What the guard said was right. If you want to argue, want to discuss, when can't we discuss it for the rest of our lives?But when you make a mistake and make the other party angry and desperate, is an apology more important than your own face?

It wasn't until Dumbledore, a little hypoxic from the long kiss, pushed his shoulder slightly, that he let go, but still not too far away.His lips gently followed the other's lips, rubbed his cheeks, and kissed his ears, before panting softly: "I was wrong, I'm sorry, Al, I won't run away again in the future. I want to run away again , you catch me back, you can use any spell, and you can punish me."

The words, which were obviously apologies, under such circumstances, uttered in the midst of his rapid gasps and kisses, always carried an inexplicable erotic meaning.Dumbledore's ears were burning, and he didn't know whether to be angry or anxious. He was reluctant to let go of the hands around the opponent's back, and he really wanted to use all his spells to tie the opponent to his side.Such a thought startled him.

He raised his head and looked at Grindelwald. He wanted to say: You don't have to swear, I will definitely catch you back when the time comes!But seeing Grindelwald staring at him made his ears even hotter.He looked at his own appearance, gentle and fierce, and he couldn't tell whether he wanted to tie him by his side or tied himself by his side.

Those eyes were obviously always cold, but from the first time they met, at the moment when they didn't know each other, when they looked at him, they always showed restrained fire, and the desire to drag themselves into the flames was always there. It was born under the ice, just like his eyes of different colors.He couldn't help stretching out his hand, stroked the corner of the other's eyes lightly, and then kissed her.

Grindelwald didn't move, he even looked at him encouragingly, waiting for him to go further, to be more active.He couldn't help it, followed the other's eyes, kissed the tip of the nose, the side of the face, and returned to the lips.As soon as he kissed him, he couldn't help sighing, all the love and expectation, the long loneliness, finally got understood, only this person, no matter what he wants to say, no matter what he wants to say, no matter whether he is happy or angry, no matter what he has lofty ideals He can understand whether he should succumb to reality, and he can hold his hand and accompany him through the long river of time.

He touched it with his fingers, and quickly unbuttoned Grindelwald's clothes, the complicated vest, and the buckles on the shirt. He was very familiar with their positions in the past few months, just like the texture of the skin under these clothes, Because of the scars left by some experiments, through every bone under the skin.

They were created in heaven, they should be together, Merlin's magic made them not miss in this world, they don't have time to waste in quarreling, they should embed themselves into each other's flesh and blood until the last moment of their lives.

Grindelwald followed his strength and fell back on the bed, watching Dumbledore sitting on his lap, still kissing himself without giving up.He looked at this young lover almost obsessively. He suppressed his shyness and ethics, showing extreme enthusiasm and love, but he could still feel the shame he couldn't let go from his trembling breathing.

Whenever he wanted to back away a little, Grindelwald looked at him with more gentle eyes and touched him with his fingers, arousing enough lust in him but not satisfying it, making him want to ask for more, more Take the initiative to chase.His rapid breathing fell on Grindelwald's neck, chest, and lower abdomen, and finally hesitated, sticking down to the slightly hard genitals.

Grindelwald's breath paused slightly. Of course he did this kind of thing for Dumbledore. The young man was teased by him to lose his mind and reach the peak, which made him very cute, but at this time the other party imitated his When appearance served him, he almost lost control.He endured it, and then gently wrapped his fingers around the auburn hair. The afternoon sun-like color wrapped around his fingers, shaking slightly with the rise and fall of the master's lips and tongue.

Closing his eyes, he resisted the urge to press on the opponent's head and make the opponent suck deeply. He suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled Dumbledore up, and kissed densely on the opponent's soft skin, pushing the young man to his knees. There was nowhere to escape, and he could only call his name in a low voice.

Rather than letting Dumbledore use his tongue to help him, he might as well spend his time expanding. He wanted to hold Dumbledore in his arms and penetrate deeper into the other person's body.The young man meekly opened his legs, propped up his body slightly, and sat on his knees, his body that had gotten used to it easily swallowed his fingers.But the sticky voice made him turn his face slightly, not to look into Grindelwald's eyes, and the fingers clasped on his lover's shoulders curled up slightly, but he didn't dare to use force, for fear of pinching the other party.

He was so stimulated that he was both familiar and shy. His back couldn't help but straighten, and the genitals that were hardened by the stimulation cut off Grindelwald's lower abdomen, making him even more nervous, and even the opening of the hole was slightly tightened.

Grindelwald bit on his nipple, and he couldn't stop moaning when he bit his lips. The open shirt was still hanging on him, and the blood alliance was hanging on his chest, following his involuntary swaying body , leaving little by little, and dangling back to him, the patterns rubbed against his hot skin again and again, making him almost tremble.

He finally opened his mouth: "Gellert..." After a pause, he pleaded softly, "Gail..."

Grindelwald pulled out his fingers, supported his waist, and asked him to sit down slowly. He looked at Dumbledore's reddish face, lowered eyes, and shortness of breath, but he refused to look at himself. He couldn't help deliberately Kissed on his lips, sucked carefully, then opened his lips and teeth, teasing the tip of his tongue, when he couldn't be distracted, suddenly pressed down hard.

The voice was stuck in his throat, his shortness of breath seemed to be crying, and Dumbledore's eyes were slightly reddened by the sudden feeling of entering the deepest place. He couldn't help but looked up, but was bitten by Grindelwald in the throat, He opened his eyes wide, the senses and emotions could not return to his own hands no matter what, he could only let them all fall into the hands of his lover.

He softened his waist and heaved up and down on the opponent's leg. Grindelwald went in deeply and out shallowly, rubbing indiscriminately inside, making his acupoint involuntarily convulsed and tightened, but was forcibly interrupted and stretched again and again.He wanted to bite his lips and teeth, not to make such an urgent sound, but he still couldn't restrain himself, and the humming sound could only rise and fall according to the opponent's movements.

Grindelwald's palms controlled his waist, his lips and teeth kept falling on his shoulders and chest, kissing and biting him with varying severity, he could only rub his fingers on the back of the other's neck, obviously being constantly attacked, he stood up He bent his waist and sent himself to the other person's arms. As his body grasped the familiar pleasure more and more, he felt that everything was not enough.

Kissing is not enough, the pleasure is not enough, he can't help but lower his head, asking for more kisses from this growing young man.Between them, at this moment, there is no need for words, the earnest need can more directly show their hearts.

Grindelwald raised his hand, touched the back of his neck, and exchanged more sweetness in his mouth with him. The lover who was getting better and better no longer used him to control the rhythm, and spontaneously heaved his waist, swallowing more, In order to obtain further pleasure, so as to reach orgasm quickly.

The accumulation of pleasure caused Dumbledore to bend down slightly, and the rapid breathing and soft moaning could not be suppressed even with kisses. He reached out and groped. Grindelwald knew what he was looking for, so he clasped his fingers first, feeling He leaned close to himself, his long hair draped over his shoulders, and then with a voice that was about to get out of control, he whispered in his ear: "Gellert, you swear..."

Needless to say, Grindelwald also knew what the other party wanted. He clasped the other party's fingers more tightly with one hand, and wrapped the other around the other party's waist, and said in a deep voice next to his ear: "I swear, no matter what happens , I will not leave you!"

The double physical and psychological pleasure caused Dumbledore to open his eyes wide. He could hardly hear his own voice, and he could only breathe heavily to satisfy the lack of oxygen caused by the extreme orgasm.When the opponent slid out of his back hole, he even shivered before remembering what he had just done.

He blinked and looked at Grindelwald, speechless for a moment.

Guessing that he finally woke up, Grindelwald was very happy. He hugged the other party's waist, fell into the bed together, and said lazily: "It seems that our genius Dumbledore is very fond of blood alliances who have performed special magic. Couldn't be more satisfied."

Dumbledore thought for a while, and thought again, and finally buried his face on the opponent's shoulder like an ostrich.

Grindelwald seldom laughed out loud, put his arms around his shoulders and smoothed his recently grown hair, and happily kissed his forehead: "What's there to be shy about? You don't want me to leave, I very happy."

Dumbledore grunted without looking up, but Grindelwald could still hear what he was muttering: "It's not that you're ashamed anyway."

"Why don't you," Grindelwald thought for a while, "I cast a spell and pull my face off and throw it at you?"

Listening to his nonsense, Dumbledore turned his face slightly, raised one eye and winked at him, and finally couldn't help laughing out loud.Seeing him laughing, Grindelwald couldn't help laughing too. The two of them giggled for a while inexplicably, and then thought that luckily they had cast a soundproof spell, otherwise Ariana would have to be woken up.

After laughing for a while, they snuggled together, didn't talk for a long time, and didn't fall asleep, and the bits and pieces of the day gradually poured into their minds, making them think again.Grindelwald broke the silence first. He stroked Dumbledore's back and said, "I'm sorry for embarrassing you."

Dumbledore didn't answer for a while, and Grindelwald didn't look at him, but still hugged his back, patted him unconsciously, and continued: "You didn't know that you should help Aberforth, I don’t know whether to pull me away. I’m afraid that I won’t be able to control my temper and the situation will get out of control, and I’m also afraid that I won’t know the severity and something will happen, so I will run away.”

Dumbledore closed his eyes, and after a while he said flatly: "You can always guess what I'm thinking.".

Grindelwald didn't move, and he didn't answer the question. Instead, he said, "You know what I'm afraid of? I'm thinking, you're trapped in this small village now, but one day, you're going to soar into the sky. At that time, do you feel that..."

Now Dumbledore, although smart, has not seen the wider world. He just looks at this magical world from the perspective of a tired and bystander, and has to bear all the troubles this world brings to him.Even now he's finally starting to realize that even though the world is a good place, family is just as important.But he always has to go out, step out of this valley, and assume his dream and the brilliance and responsibility brought by it with an adult attitude.

He only got along with this person for two months in his last life. At that time, he was the only person Dumbledore could talk to and understand him here.But what about the future?In the vast world, there are always people like Dumbledore who pursue the truth of things, but not power.But he, Grindelwald, is not this kind of person.

His words caused Dumbledore to quickly open his eyes, turn over and look at him with a serious expression, but faint anger gathered between his brows. His lover can always easily arouse his love, and also easily arouse his anger. He is like a magnifying glass, which can always quickly inflate only part of his body emotionally.

But Grindelwald was unmoved, he just turned his head to accept the unhappiness of the person in front of him, and even reached out to caress the corner of his eyes.His touch caused Dumbledore's sudden anger to quickly dissipate. He grabbed the finger that was still on the side of his face, clasped it over, and kissed his fingertip lightly on his lips: "I said, You have to trust me more." He said, raising his eyes slightly, looking at the other party with a smile, "Also, trust yourself more."

The provocation in his eyes was so obvious that Grindelwald clasped his hand instead, pulled him into his arms forcefully, and kissed his lips.He has to teach his good Al, so that he can't look at others with such eyes in the future, only look at him.The unburned fire in the bottom of my heart was rekindled and burned even more intensely. The young man whose refractory period was over couldn't stand such a tease, and even tried harder than before, and the pleasure came faster.

Despite the entanglement to the death, Dumbledore refused to make a sound, suppressing his moan in the bottom of his throat as if he was betting with someone, and there was no other sound except for the rapid panting.

Grindelwald wanted to kill him on this bed, without mercy, he bit Dumbledore's neck hard, only a few centimeters away from his ear, and his voice came clearly: "Al, there will be many People love you, but no one will love you more than me! Only I can love you like this!"

It was a ferocious possessive desire and a curse oath. In such words, his moan finally relaxed and escaped, and he was even screamed out by the fierce cock.He didn't have to hold back, and neither did Gellert, there was no need to hide their emotions from each other.

Sealed in Grindelwald's arms, he has no way out, and he doesn't need to. His limbs are tightly wrapped around the opponent's body, and all the control of the senses is left to the opponent, waiting for the opponent to lead him to the peak .

Wrapping the two of them in a sheet, Grindelwald heard the person next to him half asleep say, "Next time Aberforth loses his temper, just ignore him."

Grindelwald was amused to hear that his lips were blurred, and he teased him while talking: "Then why does he want to beat me?"

Dumbledore barely opened his eyes: "Then you just stand still." Before Grindelwald could speak, he squinted his eyes, a bit mischievous in his sleepiness, "I'll stand in front of you when the time comes, watch him Do you dare to make a move?"

Grindelwald was dumbfounded for a moment, he pondered for a while, almost laughed out loud, and once again lamented that he was stupid in his previous life.If he had stood still and let Aberforth beat him up, whose side would Dumbledore have been on?

Seeing that Dumbledore had fallen asleep, he could only hold back a smile until his shoulders trembled. He leaned over to kiss Dumbledore in his sleep, and whispered, "You are such a genius."

Silently extinguishing all light sources, he watched the other party enveloped in his breath in the night, and smiled softly.

But, Albus, I can't, can't just stand behind you.

He lightly poked Dumbledore's cheek, his eyes adapted to the darkness could see the soft outline of the sleeping young man, and he said in his heart: I finally made up my mind to stand by your side no matter what problems arise ah.