Jazz had to admit watching George get off riding him was fucking hot. He could feel each tiny quiver run through the Twink's body and he growled as George tensed up around him. 'You're fucking gorgeous like that,' he mumbled, catching George as he collapsed against him. The younger man's heartbeat was crashing against his chest, but he didn't seem to want to stop just yet and Jazz smirked.
Pressing his hands into the mattress either side of George he picked up where the Twink had left off, rolling his hips as he thrust into the younger wizard. Each gasp from George spurred him on and he muffled his own noises against his partner's neck.