"Yes I do!" George said cheerfully, framing Jazz's face in his hands. He couldn't get enough of touching him. He was warm and bristly and felt brilliant against his hands. "You're lovely, and hot, and you hold me down. Fun!" He couldn't think too straight anymore, but he knew what he wanted.
Jazz pulled him close, and George threw back his head and laughed and laughed, he didn't want to ever stop. This feeling was amazing, he was light and flying, and everything was everywhere all at once, and it was so much but not enough and it should never ever end and everyone should always feel this way.
"There is music now, can't you hear it?" George could. It was light and fast and happy, and sounded like people laughing and smiling and sunshine all at once. He pressed closer, burying his nose in jazz's neck and sniffing. "I'm a werewolf now. You smell yummy."