Draco withstood Merlin poking and prodding around until he found the right place, and then he was clutching at the sheets, breath catching in his throat. It was different than fingers. It burned a little. Kind of pinched.
He made a soft sound, shifting to find a better angle for himself, and then pressed back when it felt more comfortable, pushing Merlin in deeper. "Fuck. We're having sex," Draco said, smiling up at him.
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