Draco's hands come up, moving to Snape's shoulders, up into his hair, pulling him in and tugging him softly closer, his lips soft and wanting. He pressed back into the kiss, parted lips and his body trembling with how much he felt like he needed this. Snape was like a drug, like the potion in the pocket of his trousers, except different, and he couldn't help the way that he wanted it all, wanted to give it all, have Snape take everything he could offer. Not now, not in this moment so full of feelings Draco hardly knew how to process, but he wanted the hurt and the punishment, the way that his ass was still red from Snape's spanking over his own desk. Snape held everything he craved, eveything Draco considered either too soft or too dark to share with anyone. Snape made it so he hardly had to, the way that the somehow found this space together.

He ran fingers through Snape's longer hair, brought his legs up to catch against the older man's hips. His cock pressing against the potion-master's stomach, drawing the man down aginst him, kissing him hard and needy. He needed this. Maybe they both did; he needed the way that Snape wanted him, even knowing better than anyone how broken he was, the way he thought he was gorgeous, wanted to fuck him. He pulled away, kissing against the side of his neck. "I want you..." Hot and breathy, soft gasps of uneven breath.