'I know.' Marcus' hand slid down George's body, fingertips tracing over skin, down his stomach and lower. He teased for a moment or two, call it revenge for being woken in the middle of the night. But as soon as he felt hips bucking into his touch he stilled. Far too impatient to tease for long.
He didn't know what it said about him that the only wandless magic he knew was a readying charm. But he was certainly glad of the knowledge now. Muttering the words, he lifted George slightly, sliding his hand to support under his lower back as he pushed into his willing body. He groaned softly at the feeling and leaned down to kiss the redhead hard before starting to move. Part of him wanted to make sure George remembered the sex in the morning.
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