Her frail fingers move down to his pants, yanking the zipper of his jeans down. "Esme." He warns, but she ignores him pressing down on the bulge evidently shown through his jeans. His head tilts back again, protruding the veins in his neck and the pale skin that covers him entirety. Draco adds another finger, and she feels her stomach coil up against her tightening as she pants loudly.