Muscles had more than one use. And while killing the quidditch pitch had been their number one goal, but there was a second very very important goal and great sex it was. He didn't know how those skinny musician types managed it, must just be the mystique of a musician that did it for the ladies, it certainly wasn't lifting anyone up against a wall and going to town. Having a woman atop him, that was just as good as rough and up against a wall. Especially when the woman in question was giving as good as she got. Fingers clawing down his chest in a gesture that had him groaning was definitely a good start. Just as the way she closed in on waistband.
He groaned out her name and reached for her teasing hand and pushed it downward. "Enough," whatever had come over the both of them had shortened his ability to play when the goal was so close at hand. Something she could probably give him shit for later. Unless he could come up with a round two. Entirely possible. He shoved his trunks away with one hand before pushing away the small scrap of her bikini bottom. Adrian wasn't the sort to talk a big game in the middle of action, he preferred to show it. Oh he would talk for days outside of this context but he'd never found a need for any 'oh baby how it's real big isn't it' or any other ridiculous statements. Intead, he preferred to get a good scream out of his partner and that petted his ego just perfectly.
One hand on her hip, the other on the flat of Angelina's back, Adrian pressed up to seal his lips over hers as he drove his point home. And his point was that they both clearly wanted this and wanted it bad.