"You're right," Justin replied with a glint in his eye. "Getting caught is so much more fun when the person joins in, instead of kicking you out."
He slipped his arms around the other man's waist and pulled him close. "Now just close your eyes, and I'll Apparate us there. Don't worry, I won't splinch you," he teased.
And with a pop, they disappeared from the shop, reappearing in Justin's bedroom. The room was dressed in shades of black and gold, with shiny silk sheets on an opulently comfortable bed. The room had the neatness of a place regularly cleaned, and the luxuriousness of the well-off. It was obviously a place of comfort, the best money could buy.
"Open your eyes," he teased, pulling the bloke even closer until their hips met, arousals brushing against each other through layers of cloth.