"My supper plannings worked, then." Rolf put his hand over John's. Scamander could feel the warmth of the other man's face as he kissed him once more. It was strange to him, but he really could not recall the last time he'd enjoyed kissing anyone this much. He did it, of course, all the time--but it was rushed and a means to an end. This was different. He was paying attention to the way that John's lips felt, how the moved, and how fantastic it felt to slide his tongue past them.
Uncaring, he wiped his hand off on the top of his trousers and then put his arm around John. He broke the kiss just long enough to mutter the words 'you have me' before resuming. Rolf's hand crept along John's shirt to his shoulder and then his arm. Scamander shifted only a little to encourage the hand that Dawlish had left in his lap to get a bit closer.