Draco is leaning into him, pushing into the kiss for more, holding on like he's afraid of losing Snape. One hand smoothes down his spine, circling at the small of his back, slow and reassuring. He's not going anywhere.

He wants to start slow, wants to keep his control so tightly locked down, but having Draco finally pressed against his body and wanting is slowly chipping into his resolve. He feels those delicate fingered hands curling into his clothes and it catches his breath. His hands are aching to touch the soft skin beneath this fine fabric. It's hard to say if he wanted it more before he'd had a taste or now that he's already had his hands on Draco's spanked-hot ass. Once wasn't enough, but neither will twice, three times.

The kiss is growing intense, his mouth more insistent. His tongue edges against Draco's lips, and it's less asking admittance and more taking it, tongue flicking its way in between those soft lips. The hand at his back moves around to his hips, and what was once a caress of reassurance is now a hand to guide him. He's urging him to move, wants him… somewhere. Against a wall, maybe. In bed would be better.