He's grateful for the lips against his, the pinch of teeth as he lets out a low, desperate noise against them. His hand slides away from Draco in favor of settling both his arms around his shoulders, nails raking over his skin, meeting his eyes.

"Then give me a good reason to moan your name." A quick spell has Billy's jeans the rest of the way off, somewhere on the table. He should feel a little exposed, but-- it's the least of his worries at the moment.