Memories flare up in his mind. Though he has suppressed them for so long, they are so vivid that he can barely hold back a gasp. He remembers Albus, bent over him, that gorgeous look of utter abandon on his face as he moved his hips and thrust agonisingly slowly into him. Then Albus beneath him, hair tangled on the white sheet of the couch, hips hammering upwards in an erratic rhythm, lower lip between his teeth.