madalastor:
When Marlene pulls away from him, he has to fight the urge to tug them back down again. Even though it was his idea to move in the first place, the loss of their weight and the feeling of their legs wrapped around him was almost too much to let go. And for a moment he nearly does, his thoughts turning mischievous as they go to pull him up. As much as he’d like to, he does not follow through with this thought, instead allowing them to help him up, reminding himself of the added benefits of being in a more freeing environment.
Choosing to forgo his staff, he places his other hand firmly on their shoulder for a second as he adjusts his balance between his false leg and his lone working one. The entire process makes him feel far older beyond his fifty years, and he finds himself avoiding their gaze as he does it, fearful that when he looked at them the desire that once pooled in their eyes would be gone, swept away by the reality of what Alastor was now. He was no longer the same man he once was, but instead a broken one, hastily glued back together after he had served his purpose. The sensation of their fingers wrapping around his pulls his attentions back to them though, and when their eyes meet his, still filled with the hunger that dwelled in them before, he finds his worries vanish- at least for the moment.
Following them back into their bedroom, he eases himself down onto the edge of their bed, watching them intently as they hover in front of him. Once again he’s met with the desire to pull them back on top of him, eager to close the space that still lingered between the two of them, and start where they had left off. But again he stops himself, allowing them to set the pace as they had before. Control had been something Marlene had so little of in their life, always at the will of the cruelties fate had forced upon them. And no matter what happened between them, and for how long it lasted after that afternoon, he thought at least he could give them that.
A small shiver rushes up his spine at as their hands run over his torso, their touch achingly gentle as their fingertips traced over the hidden history of his life, told through the old battle wounds and stray tattooed creature. He finds himself wanting them to explore more of him, to allow them to pull back the curtain on what he’d tried so hard to hide from everyone else. He wanted them to see more of his own vulnerabilities, to remove the leather straps that held his metal prosthetic in place, and see the red swirling tendrils of his own burn scars that encompassed what little remained of his left leg. But when they step away from him again, and take his hand in their’s, he realizes it wasn’t his turn to share such hidden truths.
Not yet anyway.
He wastes no time in the task given to him, his hands removing layer after layer of the fabric that lay between the two of them. He never answers their question vocally, instead choosing to show them through his own actions. When their lips crash back into his, his touch grows more hungry, his hands quickly removing what remained of their robes so that when he pulled them into him, their bare skin was flush was his.
With all obstacles removed, he pulls his mouth from their’s, planting wet kisses down their throat towards their chest. With his tongue he explores the newly exposed flesh of their breast, licking at one sensitive nub as he takes it in his mouth, while he stimulates the other with his fingertips. When he switches places it’s only then when his free hand moves back down between their legs, resuming the work he’d first started in the kitchen, only this time when he feels them press for more he gives it to them, his fingers slipping between the warm folds of their flesh, to finally give them the pleasure they sought.
This mercy does not last for long though, when his hunger to taste every inch of them grows beyond the soft skin of their chest. Moving his lips back to their’s, he shows this need through the growing intensity of his kiss as he shifts further back on the bed, pulling them along with him. When they’re fully on top of him he guides one of their hands to his belt buckle, which still remained tortuously fastened. “And do you want me?”, he asks between kisses, his voice raspy from his own arousal. The question almost feels like the finalizing of some kind of agreement between them, as if their approval would seal this bond they both had been testing this entire time.
This time Marlene is anticipating the spike of anxiety that comes with being exposed to someone like this, but it still takes their breath away to feel him pulling layers of fabric off like flower petals. The closer they come to being entirely naked before him, the more their pulse races and breathing picks up, out of nerves just as much as arousal. There’s a sliver of a moment after they kiss Moody, as he’s pulling the final layer away that they get scared again that this is all about to end. There’s still a part of them even as he pulls them flush against his own body that is sure the repulsion is imminent, that they’re only moments away from being rejected again. They keep their eyes shut against the fear of it, sealing what they’re sure will be the last bit of pleasure away in their memory. In the next moment, however, they come to see that their worries are unfounded.
Suddenly, Alastor’s mouth is on their flesh and the pleasure that comes with it is enough to knock all the air from their lungs with an aroused gasp. His tongue does something to them, and between it and his fingers, Marlene can feel the pleasure mounting more quickly than they expected. For some reason, this feels much more heavy than any other intimate encounter has been for them recently, for a moment as they shiver pleasurably and turn to putty in Moody’s hands they fully believe in his desire and they don’t feel as if it’s all about to end in the next second... They can’t help the slightly loud, unrestrained nature of the moan that comes from them as the intensity builds, as they feel their body tightening beneath his attentions. All at once, they want more from him and they want him to pull back, because what they’re feeling is almost too good, too much right now. They’re afraid, for a moment, that it will all be over too soon, that they’ll be driven over the edge before they’re ready, or that the pleasure will all suddenly fall away as it sometimes does when they find themselves overstimulated.
The almost electric sensation on their skin must be palpable with how intensely Marlene feels it, crackles over their skin as the auror drags his mouth away again and leaves a trail of wetness exposed to the air. They can’t help but shiver under his touch as he pulls them along with him onto the bed, puts their body on display over his in a way that feels a thousand times more vulnerable than it had in the other room. The way his lips move against theirs beckons them still, makes Marlene want to eliminate the small amount of space that remains between them, and yet part of them is still so apprehensive. They can’t hide the fact now that they may be more scar than flesh, and the way it twists through the very core of them makes the feeling impossible to remove from this moment even though the pleasure is settling over them nicely, backing down from the too-intense waves that had threatened for a moment to overwhelm them.
Their eyes as they gaze into Alastor’s are almost painfully clear in their vulnerability, so much so that it’s easy to see the change come over them at his question. Any doubt they might have had falls away, if only because they’re confident enough in their own answer to forget their other concerns for the moment. He asks if they want him and their response is immediately obvious in their gaze, faster than they can physically react. Their pupils are so large and dark in the dim light that for a moment they threaten to swallow him entirely, but before they can lose themself to it, they remind themself to take action again, to show him just what they want. They mirror him again in that they don’t verbally respond to his question, they simply demonstrate their desire by setting to the task again, their fingers nimbly opening the clasp of his belt and then the front of his trousers.
Marlene’s lips capture his intimately as they slip their hand inside for a moment. The soft skin of their palm meets his equally sensitive flesh, not exactly soft anymore... and his response to their touch intensifies that. They stroke over his length a few times, gripping playfully as their tongue flickers over his lips, helping the arousal build in him just as intensely as it had built in them. The teasing can only last so long though, and soon Marlene releases him in order to more fully divest him of the rest of his clothing. From their position hovering over him it’s easy to maneuver his trousers and undergarments off completely, and then suddenly Moody’s vulnerabilities are just as exposed as theirs...
It takes their breath away for a moment, to see the extent of the damage firsthand. They pause, not because they feel the need to hesitate, but because it takes a moment for the grief to wash over them again. They feel a swell of emotion building in the pit of their stomach, tangled in with all the arousal that’s still there, and at the end of it Marlene thinks it means they care about him far more than they should, more than should be possible given their limited interaction with each other over the years. When their gaze finally returns to his, it isn’t with pity that they look at him, but sympathy. Suddenly it feels a lot like they’re the only two people in the world that could possibly understand each other.
Marlene’s hand falls gently onto his thigh, where the prosthetic is held in place. It feels dangerous somehow to pursue this kind of affection, like the emotional intimacy more than anything else is what might make him pull away. But they don’t want to pull back from danger anymore. Much like the rest of this moment, this feels like an agreement, not only to fight together but to let themself be open to that vulnerability again. Their fingers trace carefully over the edge of the scarring, their palm closing softly over it as if they could heal with their touch alone. They wanted so much to erase Alastor’s pain, just as they’d been trying to erase their own all these years, so much that it feels only natural to lean down and follow up their touch with a careful brush of their lips. They kiss their way up his thigh that way, almost tortuously slow, their fingers trailing over the skin of his stomach and his opposite hip, tracing patterns that tease at their ultimate intention as their mouth moves along its path.
They only pause again for a moment before closing their mouth over his hardness, just long enough to capture his gaze again, to lay bare the depth of their desire for him, and for the complicated intimacy that already tangled them together inextricably. They wanted him to feel the intensity they felt, the pleasure that threatened to overwhelm them. As they swallowed around his length they let their hands trail up over his stomach and up his chest, over the scars again reverently, they let themselves explore every inch of his skin exposed before them. Their eyes greedily took in every detail they could, settling ultimately on his face to watch his reactions. But Marlene’s desire was still for more, still for something else they hadn’t gotten to yet. And now that they’d focused on his pleasure for a moment, they found the arousal settling over their body again in a more manageable way, finding the sweet spot of sensation between not feeling enough and being overwhelmed. After a few minutes of moving their mouth on him, the urge for something more takes over them once more.
They pull away and crawl back up Alastor’s body, dragging their flesh against his suggestively, their hand smoothing over his chest and pressing him back gently. They waste no time in playing at what they want now, instead slipping back into the position they’d been in earlier with their thighs draped over his. This time, though, is much different from before... their bodies are already slick and hot against each other, both so clearly ready to take this further. And there’s a part of Marlene that wants to take him now, that wants to press those few extra inches forward. But the play of control is just as addicting as the rest of this experience, and while Moody has let them have control for this long, they find themself wanting to surrender it to him again. It’s been too long since they trusted someone with this moment, and yet now it feels so easy, to put it into his hands again although they still feel as fragile as glass in his arms.
“Alastor...” Their voice is barely above a whisper, but it doesn’t need to be anything more than that with how close they are. Marlene’s hand cups his face and their lips press against his, half kissing even as they continue speaking. “Take me... please. I want you so much...”
















