"I love you," he whispered, barely over the trill of horns and the pounding of his heart, but Severus stilled and he looked at Draco, eyes wide and deep and Draco said it again, louder this time, and Severus reached for him, his hands sliding into Draco's robe, curling around his waist, pulled thin by laces and whalebone, and they were kissing, mouths hot and wet and Draco needed Severus; he needed him more than air, needed his touch and his mouth and they were on the floor and Severus was biting his neck, his shoulders, and his mouth was sliding down slick silk, and Draco could feel the heat of him, wanted Severus's hands on him-please, God--and then his fingers, yes, and his mouth, and Draco arched up into Severus's touches and into his cock and he loved him, loved him, please--
They lay silent on the floor, twisted around each other, and Severus's fingers were in Draco's hair, stroking lightly, twisting a blond lock around one knuckle. The firelight was warm on Draco's skin and he touched Severus's chest, almost hesitantly. He could feel the soft beat beneath his fingertips. He looked up at him, then, and Severus's face was shadowed.
Draco bit his lip and his fingers shook as he pulled his hand away. "I'm sorry, I-"
Severus kissed him, pressing him back into the floor and Draco slid his arms around his neck. "Severus," he started and he was cut off with a growl and another kiss.
"Don't," Severus said and his mouth slid open and warm across Draco's cheek. "Don't take it back."
Draco stilled beneath him. "Don't?" he asked hesitantly.
Severus shook his head, his mouth pressed to Draco's hair. "Don't."
And then he understood.
Draco smiled and turned his face into Severus's neck. "All right," he whispered. "I won't."
The last notes of Coltrane died away. The record scratched in the silence.
They lay silent on the floor, twisted around each other, and Severus's fingers were in Draco's hair, stroking lightly, twisting a blond lock around one knuckle. The firelight was warm on Draco's skin and he touched Severus's chest, almost hesitantly. He could feel the soft beat beneath his fingertips. He looked up at him, then, and Severus's face was shadowed.
Draco bit his lip and his fingers shook as he pulled his hand away. "I'm sorry, I-"
Severus kissed him, pressing him back into the floor and Draco slid his arms around his neck. "Severus," he started and he was cut off with a growl and another kiss.
"Don't," Severus said and his mouth slid open and warm across Draco's cheek. "Don't take it back."
Draco stilled beneath him. "Don't?" he asked hesitantly.
Severus shook his head, his mouth pressed to Draco's hair. "Don't."
And then he understood.
Draco smiled and turned his face into Severus's neck. "All right," he whispered. "I won't."
The last notes of Coltrane died away. The record scratched in the silence.
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