He managed to keep himself from returning to the previous hungry touches and kisses of before, only with the promise of being able to properly observe. His hands moved to rest on her hips as she did his work for him, ridding herself of the most vexing garment, an appreciative smile curving his mouth as his eyes gave her a steady once-over. His imagination had done half the work before, when he'd snuck glimpses and extrapolated, but there was really nothing like the real thing.

Draco ducked back in for another firm kiss after that brief interlude, perhaps even more eager to get back into the thick of things than he was before. His hands slid around to her rear, his thumbs catching the waistband of her pants to start the process of shimmying her out of them, bit by bit. He rather liked the slow exposure, the way that he could really enjoy undressing her, his hands wandering and groping in terribly naughty fashion.