He hissed at the teeth in his lip, the bite was a little rougher than people usually got away with, but he loved it. Liking the way the Twin pushed boundaries in their coupling. 'Mmm Twink now.' His hand slipped lower, cupping George's arse to press their lower halves together. 'Nuh, no worrying.' He shook his head, pausing when the room spun a little.
'Wait. Pretty?' A little dent appeared between his brows as he pondered the word. 'No-ones said pretty before...' Tilting his head he looked at the Gryffindor, green eyes searching blue for a long moment before the Twink stroked his hair. 'Oh.'
He managed another nip as George tilted his head, just before the younger man pulled away. Now alone, Marcus swayed a little as he watched the red head push through the crowd. Eyes fixed on his arse as he walked, the jeans were all good, he decided. Following he easily moved through the crowd, taking the stairs two at a time as the lion paused to flash that tongue stud at him.
The corridor confused him momentarily; having far too many doors to choose from in his inebriated state. Noticing one door was ajar, he slipped inside, leaning back against it so it clicked shut, eyes sliding over George's body, boot to hip, hip to lips and back down before meeting his gaze. Stalking forwards, he managed to cross the room without a wobble. He wanted the younger man, as soon as was possible.
Leaning on the arms of the chair, he kissed Twink hard, making sure their only contact was at their mouths. He wanted to work the red head up a little first and denying him touches seemed the best way to do that.
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