Draco is obvious, and it would be easy to say as much, tell him he knows that he's not that experienced, but he's not stealing that from him, not entirely, not right now. Later, they'll talk, but now he just wants him to relax, wants him to stop thinking and just feel. He relaxes, but it's an uneasy thing, tentative and trembling, and his finger only presses in a little deeper. He feels Draco's hands, one at his shoulder, the other in his hair, gripping tight, and he shifts down as his thighs spread, lips catching the head of his erection. He felt good against his lips, warm and silky slick, and he flicked his tongue slowly over the head.

He waited to feel Draco relax, to feel him stop over thinking this, stop fighting with his body and just give in and let it happen. That's when he tried again, applied pressure, slipped his finger in and curled it slowly, looking up at Draco along the length of his body, watching his reaction, every shift of his hips, arch of his back. He began to withdraw his finger slowly only to press it in again, very slowly beginning to ease him into the sensation of being fucked, waiting until it seemed like he might be ready for more.