His shirt having unbuttoned itself, is shrugged off and so it can follow the rest of their clothes, neatly folded over a chair. Snape is pale, nearly as much as Draco is, but in the dim of the room much of it is put into shadow, just the contrast of the lightness of skin and the dark of his hair.
If Draco wasn't tempting enough standing and in varying and decreasing levels of undress, then he was unspeakably so spread out for him on the bed. He looked so inviting, muscles flexing beneath his skin as he shifted to the center, posing for him.
"Yes," he says, his voice coming soft and deep, gaze shifting down his body, from the curve of his neck to the tilt of his hips, the slender, no-longer-boyish shape of his thighs.
Snape unfastens his trousers, makes quick work out of them and soon he's stepping from his slippers, trousers and boxers folding themselves as they join the rest of their clothes, and Snape's moving to the bed with him, crawling to the middle where Draco lay waiting, and he came down to press a kiss against his neck before moving up to catch his lips.
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If Draco wasn't tempting enough standing and in varying and decreasing levels of undress, then he was unspeakably so spread out for him on the bed. He looked so inviting, muscles flexing beneath his skin as he shifted to the center, posing for him.
"Yes," he says, his voice coming soft and deep, gaze shifting down his body, from the curve of his neck to the tilt of his hips, the slender, no-longer-boyish shape of his thighs.
Snape unfastens his trousers, makes quick work out of them and soon he's stepping from his slippers, trousers and boxers folding themselves as they join the rest of their clothes, and Snape's moving to the bed with him, crawling to the middle where Draco lay waiting, and he came down to press a kiss against his neck before moving up to catch his lips.