"I can complain a little more if that's what you're into," he answers, a little breathlessly as Draco's fingers work. He draws in a hissing breath when that tongue moves over his skin, clenching around Draco's fingers as a shiver works its way up his spine.

He rocks back against those fingers greedily, biting at his lower lip. He has to wonder how many marks are going to be left over after all those bites.

"More--"