magic sacrifice

The hazy dark light and melting heat diffused in the air, the long auburn hair was covered by the hidden light, and the sweaty hands were slightly gathered on the opponent's shoulders...

"Keep up," Grindelwald said, with an aggressive look and a smug smile. "Legs."

Dumbledore gasped.

"Take care of the old man," he briefly released his strength, changed the angle, and reminded the other party, "I am 110 years old this year."

Grindelwald was rather unimpressed. "We're only two years apart." He retorted, turning his head and biting the other's hand resting on his shoulder contentedly, rubbing his sharp teeth against his sweat-stained fingertips, with no intention of letting go.

The wet touch of saliva made Dumbledore silent for a few seconds, his gaze lingered on the dazzling soft blond hair, and Grindelwald's handsome face made him pay special attention for a long time.

"Need me to take your compliment on my looks one more time?"

Dumbledore: "...too much praise can make a person dizzy."

The surging atmosphere is ambiguous and unexpectedly bright, and it seems that there are countless tiny electric currents scattered in the air, ready to sacrifice oneself at any time.

"You're right." Grindelwald said slyly, the sudden increase of force made the wizard's face change, and then he suppressed all the unspoken words with a fierce kiss, until he stepped back to comment again, "But I feel dizzy The taste is not bad, do you want to try it together?"

The legs around Grindelwald's waist slipped a little because of these words, and they were supported again, this time simply put on the shoulders under the consulting gaze.

The unstoppable trembling conveyed every inch of their thoughts through the bare skin they touched-the emotional fluctuations caused by it, the slightest light explosion, aroused the pleasure that reached the soul.

Dumbledore let out a suppressed grunt. He was almost overwhelmed by the speeding up of the movement and the mixed and confused thinking. He had to hold the hand that Grindelwald deliberately extended, and followed the other's movement, occasionally being healed. The accelerated impact of the lower body forced out a part of the leaked breath sound.

Until the aftertaste of blankness overwhelms everything.

Grindelwald pressed against Dumbledore to breathe calmly, and Dumbledore unconsciously grabbed his blond hair, his chest was pressed against the other's cheek, and both of them were wet.After a while, he finally pushed the opponent away.

"...I hope you don't plan to sleep in the study at this time." Grindelwald retreated a little with difficulty, wrapped around a long auburn hair contentedly, and raised his eyes in surprise.

"Obviously not," Dumbledore replied, quickly cast himself a Cleansing Charm, and briefly frowned at the damp smell in the air, "Do you—remember how to break the soul contract?"

"Forget." Grindelwald said bluntly, with "Yes, I'm lying" written brightly on his face.He let go of his hair and gave himself a cleansing spell, then put on a robe and asked casually, "You want to remove it just because of this small side effect?"

Dumbledore glanced at him.

Perhaps on the point of "little side effects", the two of them have quite a disagreement.

"Your soul," he said at last, "is too hot."

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#Someone proposed to let me write GGAD wedding##I wrote#

"On such an important day, please allow me to announce one thing..."

The Order of the Phoenix began to sneak out wands.

"Yes, it will be a grand wedding..."

The saint's man lifted the hood of his cloak.

"It's going to be Mr. Dumbledore and Mr. Grindelwald's - stop! What are you doing!! Oh my god, don't use - at least don't use the Unforgivable Curse!!"

I worked hard on part h...more than four hours.

Is there an average of one hundred words per hour? Hahaha.

It's too cruel.

I think GGAD is suitable for clear water.

Really.