The color in Andrew's cheeks brought Gabe's grin out fully. It meant good things and bright memories. He wanted to soothe bitten lips with another kiss or ten or maybe a hundred. His hands moved further up Andy's back, regardless of the fact that he knew he was exposing skin to anyone that might walk out of the castle and glance in their direction. Oops. That was likely the most irreverent thought he'd had in a long while, but the one that followed, of what they could get up to and why staying there was a bad idea, was even worse. A healthy respect for the rules kept him in check physically. It couldn't account for the path his mind went down, nor did it answer for the slight widening of his pupils as he withdrew one hand from Andrew's back and used its thumb to smooth over the bitten spot on his lip.
"Because if we don't move from this spot, anyone looking out the windows might get a show," he admitted. "And I don't know about you, but I really don't care for a dressing down by the Headmistress." What Gabe wanted was more of what they'd done in the alcove. Those kisses were largely innocent, complete with the pleasant fluttering in his middle. He had a perfectly good room they could retreat to but it was so far from the courtyard. Then again, they weren't students anymore. Anyone who caught them, short of McGonagall herself, couldn't really say or do anything. It was a matter of decency, then. But Andrew wasn't moving, so Gabe shifted forward, letting his legs fall to either side of the other man's. "Any ideas?"
His expression turned almost coy. Christ, he wanted to kiss Andrew. Making himself wait felt like torture.