Chris & Scorpius
There was a tiny voice in the back of his head, sneering that begging was beneath him, but it was very quickly squashed by the pleasure roaring through him. The moan that had been coming from him, was cut off, stuck in his throat as his vision whited out, fingers digging into Chris' thighs as he came into the man's fist, sparks of magic dancing on his skin.
There was a several loud pops, and the lights went out, several people screaming in the sudden darkness and silence. And really, it was probably no one's fault but Fate's for the fact that Scorpius chose the corner near the breaker box.