Draco is shaking beneath him, and it's tearing at his resolve. It's so tempting to just sink into him fast, knowing how his body would tense and tremble, but he knows this is a struggle for him, certain almost beyond a shadow of a doubt that this is a first, and he's determined not to steal this from him. He's lived long enough, endured enough to know that some things need to be given, need to go slowly.

Draco turns from the kiss and pulls him close, fingers gripping tight at his shoulders, and he exhales heavily against his pale neck when he hears that whine he tries to muffle against his skin. He presses a kiss to his neck and rolls his hips. He's pressing in, starting to sink into Draco's body now that the moment of tension has passed.

His hand moves from the mattress to Draco's left shoulder, down his arm, pushing the at the elbow to urge his arm up above his head slowly, and his hand skimmed along it, slow and careful, fingertips ghosting over the scar of his dark mark on their way to his wrist. He'll go for the other if this is alright, and he's biting at Draco's neck gently as his hand tightens around the slender wrist, waiting to find out if it's too much.