He gasps a bit at the stinging trail nails leave across his back, pulling into full focus the distinctly intense pleasure of having Billy arching underneath him, making the noises he's currently making, surrounding him rather completely, and of course... he's cheeky too.

"...What?... Fuck?" Draco punctuates each word with a hard bounce of his hips, and there's a definite sort of growl to his groan when Billy grins at him like that. He could kiss that grin, or bite it, which is tempting, but so is the hand that Draco watches migrating down between them. He could help him out with that, too, but he is rather enjoying just watching it happen for a moment.

He can't help that Billy looks pretty incredible like this, even in the room's dim light. When the watching has him twitching a bit threateningly inside Billy, Draco has to slow the pump of his hips again. He hisses rather tightly as he reigns in his control, before he is speeding up again, while everything else blurs out around them.

The table is rocking a little with them, but for the moment, appears to be holding steady, not that Draco notices it at all anymore beyond it's function as a surface to properly fuck the other against.