The two boys fell back together onto the couch in more or less reclining position, but Lucius never broke the kiss, his need for this outweighing anything else at the moment. Rather, he deepened it, as if he could devour Severus through his lips, as if he were attempting to assuage some fierce hunger. Which perhaps he was.
The other boys he'd kissed had never tasted quite like this, this was different, and this was good. No mere woman could possibly compare to such loveliness, and for the moment he had no wish for it to stop.