Blue eyes darted back to Marcus' face, looking for any evidence of lying. George knew Marcus was fairly honest with him but growing up in a house where Slytherins were not to be trusted did still leave him with some doubts in his mind. "Okay, staying."
The buzz from the alcohol was virtually gone and a low hum erupted from his throat as Marcus bit his neck again and pressed closer. "Want you." He murmured low with renewed interest. He shifted his hips up to press their bodies flush together again - thighs framing the older man's waist.
In the morning, if he remembered, he'd probably feel sorry for changing the mood a billion times but he'd deal with that later. Just like he'd deal with a Grumpier Grumpy.
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