"Gods, what you're doing is so good. So good," Jake gasped as Chris' sharp little teeth gnawed on his nipple. They were the most sensitive part of his body, other than the obvious, and Jake could even make himself come without touching himself by playing with the nipples on his chest.
Too much talking, and Jake pulled Chris up for a long, tongue filled kiss. "Just enjoy how this feels," Jake hissed in between kisses, running his mouth along Chris' jawline and to the junction of neck and shoulder.
Jake placed a hard, sucking kiss there, biting the skin gently.
"Not bad at all," he murmured, licking the spot where his teeth scored Chris' pale flesh, and his hands cupped the man's arse tightly, their cocks rubbing together and making Jake sigh.
When he reached down to grab Chris' cock again, the ring that identified his status at St. Mungo's began to warm up.
"Shite, fuck...no, not now," Jake grumbled, looking down at the ring. He saw the ward, and all right - he had time. Just enough time.
Jake found his wand and cast a lubrication spell on his free hand. Then, he encircled both his and Chris' cock together with the slicked up hand and began to stroke, making himself groan.
"Not leaving until you come," he gasped, then kissed Chris hard.