His nails dragged down the Chaser's back, leaving little red trails in their wake, as George moved his hand down to bring himself off. Whining a little when his hand became trapped when Marcus pulled him closer.
He adjusted his legs higher around Marcus' body - his thighs almost touching his own chest - changing the angle a little and taking the other man deeper. The heels of his bare feet dug into Marcus' back and his head was thrown back into the pillows, exposing his neck to anymore marks the Chaser wanted to leave.
"Harder... won't break... so close." He murmured, his sentence coming out like static, uneven and broken. He knew he wouldn't last long given the amount of alcohol he'd drank and how wound up he was. His eyeliner he'd worn to the club was undoubtedly smudge beyond repair and he probably sounded like a little wanton slut, but at the moment he really couldn't bring himself to care.
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