Like this, everything else feels far away and unimportant. It's easy to get just lost in the way Draco feels inside of him, the way his magic and spells play against his skin. All he can do is let out a desperate cry as he's pulled back on Draco, practically writhing in response as pleasure ashes over him.

"I want to be able to feel it the rest of the day," he manages breathlessly, urgent and almost pleading.