Stephen could help but feel a sense of pride, in Adrian for having done so well and in himself for having pushed Adrian to this point. "Good boy," he murmured, knowing that Adrian was not listening.
He took hold of Adrian's hips again, fucking him faster, needing to come, feeling it build up low in his stomach before his balls tingled, and then he was coming like he'd never before. Feeling completely sated and unable to move, but move he had. He pulled out, and wished for a simple cleaning spell, but that would have to wait until people started to move away. Instead he focused on Adrian, freeing him, while always keeping a hand around him, holding him up. "On the couch, love," he said, even though he was half carrying him anyway.