Hearing the response is reassuring, because it's honest and it's about so much more than tonight. It's shy enough that he still wonders what he's done before, how far he wants to go. Two nights ago he didn't ask, he pushed, he leaned on punishment and after, he'd pushed into his mind for permission. This time he was going to ask…
He opened his mouth to do so, to ask, but Draco leans up, stretches up on his toes and kisses him, nips, and Snape hums softly, voice deep in his throat.
He leans back, "How much do you want?" he breathes, his hands slipping down Draco's back to his hips, tugging up on the jacket and dipping down into the waist of his trousers briefly, before one hand slipped between them, pressed between Draco's thighs through all those layers of clothing. It's tentative, hardly a brush, but there's a slight pressure that's unmistakable.
His lips catch Draco's jaw and kiss their way to his neck, beneath his ear, and he adds softly, "Because I'd like to fuck you…"
This time it's explicit, because he wants to know the answer, but he also wants to see if he can deepen the flush in his cheeks with suggestion.
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He opened his mouth to do so, to ask, but Draco leans up, stretches up on his toes and kisses him, nips, and Snape hums softly, voice deep in his throat.
He leans back, "How much do you want?" he breathes, his hands slipping down Draco's back to his hips, tugging up on the jacket and dipping down into the waist of his trousers briefly, before one hand slipped between them, pressed between Draco's thighs through all those layers of clothing. It's tentative, hardly a brush, but there's a slight pressure that's unmistakable.
His lips catch Draco's jaw and kiss their way to his neck, beneath his ear, and he adds softly, "Because I'd like to fuck you…"
This time it's explicit, because he wants to know the answer, but he also wants to see if he can deepen the flush in his cheeks with suggestion.