Well. That was unfortunate. William's fingers chased the lean line of Gabe's arm for a moment, but he let it drop away and sat back with an internal sigh for lost opportunity, recomposing himself. "Clearly Ravenclaw temptation isn't rubbing off on you," he said, then reviewed that sentence mentally and added, "Pity." Because it certainly could have been. On a piano, no less.
He drew his wand to tidy up the tea service, washing out the appropriate dishes and whisking it all back under one of the heavy draperies framing the windows. A glance at his pocketwatch showed that they both really ought to get going, if they were choosing not to...linger. He stood and smoothed his robe, touching his hair briefly to make sure he looked respectable and that everything was in place.
Then he looked down, saw Gabe looking back up, and thought fuck it. Cradling Gabe's jaw, he stooped down for one warm, firm, frustratingly brief kiss.
"For the record, I'm supporting the other teams in every match against Slytherin this season, now," he warned, biting Gabe's bottom lip very lightly before running his tongue over the flushed skin. "Vengefully. With prejudice."