Al did his best to mimic Carlin's movements. He was a quick study and even though he was lost in the haze of sex and pleasure, he was still determined to show the older student he wasn't a lost cause. There was a reason Albus was sorted in Slytherin - his ambition to be the best and live up to his famous names drove him to seek success in all areas. Proving himself sexually with Carlin was just the current subject.

His hands unbuttoned Carlin's robes and slipped inside, making easy work of Carlin's belt. Al's heart beat hard in his chest as he opened the front of Carlin's trousers, his hand moving between the layers of clothing. His fingertips brushed the satin hard skin of Carlin's cock and he gasped, an involuntary reaction. He'd never touched another person's cock before and that simple touch made everything that had happened much more real.