Draco finds it hard to focus, think of anything except for the pleasure, the way that Snape's tongue against his cock just accents the slide of his fingers, distracts as he presses in with two fingers this time. The way the long, slender digits curl inside him makes his body shudder, the way that it softly stretches his body, bit by bit.

There's no discomfort, not that he's aware of, not with Snape's mouth wrapping around his cock. Draco twists, squirms a little against the satin sheets from the pleasure of it, from that almost-ticklish sensation as Snape's hair brushes against his thighs. His breath catches, and Draco momentarily forgets to breathe as two fingers stretch to three, and the pleasure keeps him from focusing on the ache of it, but the feeling of being slowly filled still takes his breath away.

"Want.. want you to fuck me," he manages to breathe through pressed lips, slightly flushed with a hint of awkward embarassment. His eyes wide, fingers tense on Snape's shoulder.