Hear me out on Alastor pressing his palms under your thighs, running his hands up, up, up until they’re hooked under the crook of your knees.
He eases you open with gravity, leaning down into your space. Still, he’s pressed you open and brought any movement to a standstill.
Alastor pushes just enough that his chest can now press flat against yours. He exhaled softly, running eager hands up your waist.
“I missed you, darling.” Shuddering, as he buried his face into the crook of your neck.












