As Billy relaxes Draco nudges deeper in quick-short thrusts, hips rolling more slowly only as they press flush together. It's far too easy to lose himself in all the raw pleasure of being inside Billy again. There’s an insatiable urge to move. He needs a distraction.

"Fuck... " He groans his agreement against warm skin he's just been biting at, holding steady for now, trying to find a balance. "Alright?"

Swirling the heat on his tongue deliberately wherever he can reach, Draco fights to find the self-control necessary to start a longer rhythm, to not simply drive Billy into his mattress, even when the most throbbing parts of him really want to.