The smaller boy seems intent on providing it - he doesn't let up for quite some time, eating at Tony's mouth. First deep and intense, then more shallow, shorter kisses delivered one after another in a continuous stream. He leans back into the younger Ravenclaw's body, fitting up against him rather neatly. It's not until it's far too late that Herbert realizes he's probably either just hopelessly encouraged Tony, or set himself up to be made vicious fun of, later.

"There," he manages breathlessly, pulling back a few inches, glasses fogged up. "That has to be enough."