Adrian hated it when Stephen stared but he didn't fidget, lowering his eyes instead and feeling much more comfortable when he didn't have to face Stephen's intensity, especially when he didn't know what his husband was even looking for.
He got to his feet and inhaled sharply as his cock rubbed against denim but didn't complain, taking his wand and pocketing it, secure enough to know that he could summon it even if something did happen and he was stunned. "No using it, got it," he replied.
When they arrived in London, Adrian shivered a little, it being rather cold outside even if luckily, it wasn't raining. "Fuck, it's freezing," he muttered, curling into Stephen more and using him as a personal radiator. "Can we go inside? Please?"