George felt the irritation from the toffee melt away more quickly than the toffee itself had, replaced by her fingers and her mouth and Oh... "God." He traced her cheekbone with his thumb and looked down at her.
Mouth slicked red, still in her fancy visiting robes, on her knees... Her tongue caressed him and his cock twitched, interested and willing, and George let out a breath.
"Fuck, I love when you do that..." He touched her mouth again. "When you smirk like you're looking into my head..."