Draco murmurs, soft and quiet as fingers smooth down his spine, reassuring that he's not going to lose this. There's a soft flush at the knowledge of how obvious is, but he can't help himself, his defenses are down, and he needs this, Snape feels so safe, makes him feel like this is all okay. Snape may be trying to start slow, but Draco is just throwing himself into this headlong, taking as much as he can get, soaking up every touch.

Draco's messed around before; handjobs, blowjobs, giving and receiving. But, he'd always stopped it from going further, no matter who it was. Sex has always felt too much about trust, too much about control for it to be something he can just give away to someone that would never understand. Snape is different; here, now, there's not that line, there's nothing he can think of that he doesn't want, that he's unwilling to give. It makes it easy to melt into Snape's body, into the insistent press of his lips. He likes that rough edge, the fact that Snape is willing to push and take, even as it's given to him on eager soft lips and a willing tongue that slides against the man's as it pushes into Draco's mouth.

He lets Snape's fingers at his back guide him. Not sure where they're heading, but, someplace better, hopefully someplace where he can try and work through Snape's innumerable buttons. Of course, Draco doesn't particularly go for easy layers, either.