Their hips fit snuggly together; George is already half hard, and he can feel a similar stirring pressed against him. He hums a thoughtful sound, bracing himself with one hand against the rough brick next to the tousled head.

"Well," he says, pretending to think it over, his hips rising forward lazily. "I could fuck you right here. Strikes me that it would be the first time up against a wall for either of us." He tilts his head. "Or we could go elsewhere, and take our time."

He probably ought to be more cautious, after what happened in that fucking castle in Perth. But he's always been good at letting go and letting his cock think for him when it matters.