As he moved over Draco, his body curled up around him, hands at his shoulders, in his hair, drawing him down as his legs shifted, moved up along his thighs to catch at his hips, resting there. There's a soft moan lost in the kiss as he feels Draco's no longer just half-hard cock pressing against his stomach, and with how they're lined up, his own is nudging between Draco's legs.

Draco wasn't the only one who needed this. Snape's desire was such that it was tearing at his control. If it wasn't difficult enough two days ago, to touch him after he had reddened his ass, and simply leave, that would be impossible now. He wanted more, he wanted an after, wanted to stay and hold Draco while he recovered his senses.

I want you pushed him into action, brought his attention down. He kissed over his neck, his collar bone, and reached down with one hand, catching Draco's knee and urging it down, for his legs to fall open. There was a softly murmured word as Snape moved down a little lower and when his hand brushed between Draco's thighs, his fingertips were cold and slick.

"Relax," he murmured, laying a kiss to the center of his chest and then turning to leave another on his nipple, pausing to catch it with his teeth as his fingertips slowly circled his entrance, applying pressure with one, enough that if Draco managed to relax, it would begin to press inside.