As George's tightened around him, Marcus slid his hand round from the red head's back, finishing what the Gryffindor had started and stroking him in time with his thrusts.
At the broken words, Marcus smirked, only too happy to comply with the order. His movements sped up, feeling the beater match him. At the sight of the exposed skin, he leaned forwards and nipped at George's neck, marking him like he had been marked. The smudged eyeliner reminded him of their first night and he moved up to kiss Twink hard.
Feeling his body tensing, his eyes flickered closed as his orgasm grew, almost taking him by surprise. 'Fuck... Twink...' He rode out the high, enjoying it, not thikning about tomorrow or lack of sleep, just lost in the man beneath him.
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