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I See Perfection
By: Fanservice/Shallowness
Disclaimer: Gildy isn't mine. If he were, he'd be prancing around in skirts a whole lot more and talking a whole lot less. This was simply amusing to write. It needed to be done. I just happened to be the one to do it.
He was perfect for me. He was the only one I ever really needed.
I didn't need that bitter man and his greasy hair with his empty looks.
I didn't need that snake of a blonde man and his painful grasps with his empty smiles.
I didn't need any of those beautiful women at all.
All I need is him. He'll never hurt me. He isn't empty like all the rest of them were.
I don't want to be loved by emptyness any more.
But now I have him. I've always had him. His body makes my own pulse with heat and desire. A desire I now realised was only a facade when I showed it to my other lovers. I never desired them, just what they could give me. I was never filled with such a primal need before. His lips crush against mine. I imagine them. I feel their warmth and glossy shine. He tastes like peaches, not like cheap lipstick or smoke. He tastes divine. I tremble in my chair, inviting him to decend upon me and claim my body for his own. His hands find my chest. My nipples become as hard as rock, pert and peeking through my robes. He strokes them for me, and I writhe in delight. He is a god who knows everything I need.
We kiss again, deeper. His mouth is as small and delicate as my own, but I push my tongue into his and explore it. I already know it well, but delight in feeling it every time.
"Gilderoy...never stop." I tell him, as my body trembles. I want his touch to continue. I want him to satisfy me, and that will satisfy him. I never have to give him anything in return but attention. He loves me as much as I love him. We are as one. My bruises seem to vanish under his touch. My hidden scars. I'll never be hurt again, nor will I pretend to enjoy the pain.
"I'm yours forever. I'll never leave you."
"Will you ever hurt me?" I knew he wouldn't. He knew it as well. He'd give me the answer I wanted to hear, because it made me feel so good inside.
"How could I hurt your perfection."
I feel his hands undressing me just as his eyes always do. He wants my body as much as my heart. My chest is bared for him, and he flicks my nipples softly. I gasp and spread my legs, urging him to touch between. So far spread, for a moment I feel like a whore. My cravings were what ended me in such bad relationships. The feeling passes. I know he'd never think of me as something so tainted and foul.
A single hand, silky smooth, runs down my stomach and waist. My skin is pale like cream, and so is his. Fingers unbuckle my belt and slide it off. I spread my legs as far as they can go so that he may see all of me. I love the stretching feeling. My hips hump slightly out of my control. The aching is so strong, and the crotch of my pants begins to show a small moist spot. He is the only one who can make me so wet. My precum coats my cock. He looks at my straining crotch and purrs. He wants it. I want him to want it.
"Take me. Please. Beautiful Gilderoy."
"You are just as beautiful as I am. That's just one of the reasons I love you so."
His delicate hands reach down into my trousers and free my aching manhood. I watch him do so. I watch us as if I were omniscient. What a gorgeous sight we are. I see us in a mirror from where I am in my chair. I hook my knees around the arms of my chair and arch my back for him. He knows how badly I crave the pleasure and release. He craves it too. We moan in unison as he begins to stroke my length. I in turn stroke his. Fingers curl around my cock, mine around his, and we pump and thrust together.
"Gilderoy...oh godsss, Gilderoy...!!" He drives me wild. I love knowing I do the same to him. I wish he was inside of me at the same time. He wishes I were inside of him, too. I look in the mirror still and see us, golden waves of hair spilling over narrow shoulders. Legs spread like a slut. Hand pumping a pulsing cock. Gorgeous moans escaping glossy lips.
I lift myself up now, and he does the same. He knows what I want. I sit in the air, my thighs supporting me on the arms of the chair. My pants are on the floor by now. He reaches his free hand under me, under my exposed behind, and pushed his finger within my forbidden entrance. I allow him to. My muscles squeeze it, clenching him. I feel it too. He knows where everything is. He knows everything I want. I can hardly control myself when he strokes and presses on my prostate, deep inside. That and his pumping hand. I'm blinded by pleasure.
"Please..please. Oh gods, please don't stop. Unnnmm." We moan in unison. He knows my thoughts. I know his. We are perfect, and blinded by the heat and intensity of our pleasures.
My finger is inside him, and his inside me. I tug his cock, and he pulls mine. We moan and squirm, desperate for or. My. My eyes which had fallen closed now open once more and I see myself in the mirror.
Then was my crecendo. My peak. We climax and I ride his fingers, crying out and covering his waist in warm spurts of cum. I can feel his on my own. Some leaks onto the chair. I'm so wet I don't care. The heat and fire, hands working feverishly to please myself. To please him. My orgasms with him are like no other. They last a full minute, around that. When I finish bouncing and wriggling, he hasn't left me.
I see myself in the mirror, my fingers stuffed in my ass, my hand wrapped around my cock, my stomach covered in my own cum, and my cheeks flushed with the pleasure only I can give to myself.
I see Gilderoy Lockhart.
I see perfection.
I see the only man who I'll ever love.
I see myself, and I smile at my reflection.
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