It's impossible for Draco not to feel the urgency in the roll of Billy's hips, and nearly every part of him agrees. The heat of earlier, the dancing, the party, it doesn't compare to this heat, arcing through his nerves like electric fire. If the rest of this day had been payment for his sins, this feels like a perfect reward.

His own restless need makes him slightly less gentle about the process of withdrawing his fingers to replace them with the faintly twitching tip of his equally impatient cock. Draco doesn't really hesitate to rock himself forward deeper, even if he is a bit lingering about it.

He is rather intensely breathless when the kiss breaks, a shudder rocking through him far too quickly, and as he fits himself more fully into place, he bites his way down from Billy's lips to his throat, too caught up in touch and tightness to care much about the marks he's leaving behind.