Looking up at the taller wizard, Marcus smirked when Patrick put his arm around Marcus' neck. "It's always worked for me in the past. And you still come around, yeah?"
Marcus tugged on Patrick's belt again, then moved his hand and put it around the young wizard's waist. "Hold on," he said, then moments later they were standing in the hallway of his luxury flat.
He didn't have the need for a large home, since he was rarely there except to sleep, eat, shower and fuck. And Flint Manor was his mother's, which he rarely visited unless he had to.
"Home sweet home," he murmured to Patrick, giving the man a rakish smile. "Do you want to go into the bedroom?"