His laugh is quiet, but unexpectedly genuine as Draco finds himself shifting a bit closer, tongue and teeth working a scattered trail lazily up one of Billy's sides.

"Quite the opposite, actually," he muses, dry but rather husky as he allows his fingers to pull fully free of the promising hold inside Billy. And he hopes Billy's ready for this, because Draco knows from personal experience it can be a touch... overwhelming.

Catching hold at Billy's hips gives him the leverage he needs to press the tip of his cock in past momentarily mind-numbing pressure, as it always tends to be. He gives them both a moment then to adjust, what with the fact Billy should be treated to that very same pleasure. A wicked sort of smirk takes Draco's lips as he pulls Billy slowly further back onto him, and consequently tauter against his magic's hold to the bedpost.