George was flying by the time a familiar wizard came by. His pulse racing, his mind filled with nothing but his own pleasure. He let Jazz lead him towards his rooms, occupying himself by licking the other man's throat. He tasted of sweat and sex and George felt his cock grow hard. It was hardly surprising, as this Potion always made him horny. Luckily, he didn't think Jazz would mind.
"Been a naughty boy," George agreed, laughing. He wrapped himself around Jazz, and bit at his jaw. Distantly he remembered hearing that the man had been hurt, and even in his drug-addled state was careful not to put all of his weight on the other man. "Going to teach me the error of my ways?"
He kissed Jazz, biting at his lower lip, and then darted away, looking around Jazz's rooms, touching everything he could. He didn't want to stay still, he wanted to touch everything. Explore everything.