With his messy hair and his dangling tie and his shirt fell open, with the bruises and bitemarks Draco left all over his neck, chest, and his sucked swollen nipple, with his beautiful heavy cock that throbbed and leaked with each rise and fall, with those athletic and long seeker legs doing the riding so easily. Sweat decorated his body like oil and crystal and his body looked magnificent in the lighting Draco personally adjusted for the feast he prepared for himself, and nothing could compare to what Draco could see on his face——that look of bearing, so open to lust that every tale tell sign showed the happiness he felt, but he was so concentrated, like there was nothing more important, nothing more enjoyable than to make himself come on Draco’s cock, and only on Draco’s cock.