Draco murmured as Snape's lips kissed against Draco's slender neck, then lower... It ran a shiver through his body, made him arch and press up into Snape, silently begging more-more-touchme. And he did, grabbing Draco's knee, shifting his slender body so that his legs fell open, gave him space to move between them. There was a throaty, audible gasp as those fingers touched between his legs, slick and cool against his flushed skin, and teeth bit shyly at his bottom lip.

There was that word, encouraging in the soft, dim light of fluttering candles and satin sheets that slid soft against silken skin. Kisses pressed fllushed and warm to his chest, then another to the pink peak of his nipple, stealing a moan at the catch teeth. That fingertip moving to circle and press softly against his entrace, and he tried, but it still took him long moments before he relaxed enough for the thin digit to press inside. The sensation was new, and Draco was unprepared for the feel of it. It didn't press much deeper than that first knuckle before he forgot and his body tightened around it. His head thrown back, his eyes closed tight, then fluttering with a low whine from his parted lips as his hips lifted into Snape's fingers.