Billy's nails rake up over Draco's back when teeth bite down even harder, finally. He lets out a deep moan at the spike of pain while the world narrows down to just them for the moment. Exactly what he wanted. Just them. The warmth of a solid body above his, inside of him. His thighs come up to wrap around him, tightening around Draco as the table protests each rough thrust.

But he's not thinking about it right now. Just the drag of the other's length inside of him, angled just right to send pleasure shooting along his nerves.

Bill finds himself arching underneath him, one hand dropping to grip at the table until his knuckles turn white. He's going to feel this tomorrow, no way he's not. His other hand slides away from Draco as well, sliding between them to take his own length in hand. "You can-- say that again," he huffs, managing a hazy grin up at him.