There was probably more than enough time for teasing later on anyway, when both of them were sated instead of needy. After that initial taste of her body flush to his, there was very little that would Draco to that state short of just finishing the job. Already, his imagination was on overdrive, imagining all sorts of ways he could appreciate the curves of her back in his room, perhaps.

The thought was abruptly tugged from his mind as she pulled him off-balance, and he went down with a soft thud upon the mats, hands still keeping her close enough that when he went down, she went right with him. His hands smoothed down her sides again, falling to her hips; he lifted his a little, moving to rock against her once again. He sort of liked the idea of her remaining like that, on top.