【GGAD ABO】Nirvana

It was no secret to Gellert that Albus Dumbledore had fair skin.They had explored each other's bodies many years ago.Gellert especially loved Albus's delicate and smooth waist and hips. In the past two months, he often put his hands into his lover's shirt and stroked obsessively.He likes to use milk to describe that touch, and then ridiculed the conservativeness of the British, increased his strength maliciously, and asked the other party, pretending to be innocent, if the weather was too hot and his face was blushing.

And now, in a world that was thirty centimeters off, Albus' body was softer to the touch, thanks to that little bump at the back of his neck.Right now the little thing was exuding a soft, sweet scent, as if to attract Gellert's attention, to invite him to take a quick bite.

"We're not officially married yet," Albus said softly and slowly, "and—"

"So you're rejecting me?" Gellert said, his fingertips brushing the protrusion intentionally or unintentionally, their foreheads were pressed against their foreheads, and their lips touched lightly. Albus always liked such gentle contact, "You Don't want to?"

Albus's face was burning, "I don't know," he muttered, "but in England, no, in our house, if it's only engaged, theoretically—"

Even then, Gellert had ripped his shirt and waistcoat as they kissed violently in the barn, and he had vehemently rejected the next step, asking Gellert to sign a blood bond with him instead.Under his guidance, the 16-year-old Prussian boy opened his palm with a magic wand.This scene, both sweet and sad, haunted the soul of Albus Dumbledore in the early decades of the twentieth century.Later, he gradually forgot about the nightmare soaked in the silver moonlight. He felt healed, but deep down, he knew very well that his scars never showed signs of healing.

"Your brother has repeatedly warned me that you are not allowed to meet if you are engaged."

"It's not that strict."

"Frankly, I don't really know what's going on with you, I'm just guessing." Gellert sat up, pulling a little distance from his dear red-haired lover, "But I have to make one thing clear— —Even if you regret it, I will not agree to cancel the engagement. Do you think I am putting too much pressure on you? We can not get married, wait ten years, 20 years, or even a lifetime. I don’t care about those forms If you don't want me to touch you, that's fine. Let's keep our distance—"

"I didn't mean that," Albus slumped into the moonlight, his hair hanging down his shoulders, "I just..." He looked devastated, "Can't you make a serious request? Undressing... …well," he scratched at the ends of his hair, looking like a helpless child, "that's not really an 'unreasonable' request, is it? And we're not…"

"Then you can use your mouth—"

"Gellert Grindelwald!"

"Look, you're not listening to me at all," Gellert said, sighing in mock distress.Albus pulled his wrist and sniffed it carefully. It took a while to get out of his intoxication and retort, "That's because I don't have a fever. If I fall into that situation, I'm afraid I can't even say anything you say." reject."

"But fever doesn't go in one direction." Gellert's wrist was itchy. "At that time, my mind was just a mess. Even if you asked me to come up with some devastating ideas, I'm afraid I would just Wanting to strip you of your robes and put you on the bed—”

"Gellert!" Albus interrupted, and it was a moment before admitting dejectedly, "You're right."

"So you don't see me at this time, and dodge it, because you are worried that I will make strange requests when you have a fever?" Gellert already understood Albus' distress.He has heard that the marked omega will rely heavily on alpha, although he has not practiced it himself.Albus's hesitation and hesitation are justified, in view of his pile of criminal records that can't be written in a book... "Do I make you so worried?" He embraced his lover, bared his neck, "Stop biting your wrist, you can bite here."

"I'm not very confident in myself," Albus sighed. "Am I too clingy?"

"You haven't even left a mark on my neck, I think it's too cold." Gellert stroked the red hair slowly, "By the way, I have to see Friedrich in a few days. He heard about my engagement a while ago, so he wrote a letter specially."

"Gellert von Grindelwald—"

"Yes, yes, I am von Grindelwald, and you will be too in the future. Albus von Grindelwald, don't cry then."

"Sounds like some crazy character in a novel."

"I'm glad you have a correct understanding of yourself." Gellert bit the tip of Albus's nose, "I can take your surname, Mr. Dumbledore. The royal family in continental Europe is more closely connected with the wizarding world, you know Yes. In his letter he was worried about me marrying an Englishman, because of his personal experience...the wife from England may have cast a shadow on him. He also asked if you were of noble birth. I wrote back and told him that I planned to After you get married, go to England and grow some potatoes and wheat."

"Being a farmer, Lord Gellert Dumbledore?" Albus laughed. "No, that name doesn't sound as good as 'Zigfried of Bavaria'...Albus von Grimm The Marquess of Devore and Lord Gellert Dumbledore, this is a farce."

"I'm seriously thinking about my career plan." Gellert played with a strand of red hair, "No matter what, the world is still sitting on the powder keg."

Albus fell silent, of course he noticed it.

"A deviation of thirty centimeters is insignificant," Gellert said softly. "I persuaded Friedrich and showed him the prophecy. It didn't change his mind. He didn't think divination could fully reveal the future."

Albus murmured, "But we should at least—"

"I'll try my best to convince him." Gellert lowered his head and kissed Albus's forehead, he had to show it, show it a little more, so that the lover he had missed for a hundred years could accept his love with more peace of mind, "he Let me accompany him to inspect, which happens to be the few days when you have a meeting. After you finish reading the paper, you may still have time to come to the palace, and I will show you around. The German emperor invited many excellent Muggle craftsmen..."

"Speaking of which, I have a small gift for you." Albus said suddenly, he stretched out his hand, and a lighter lay quietly in his palm.