"Don't? Don't what?" Blaise watched the bottle become even closer to empty as Draco destroyed a few hundred more brain cells, getting the alcohol on himself. Taking hold of the bottle as he lowered his head to lick up the liquid that ran down his throat, he gently removed it from Draco's loosening grip and finished it off himself. Enough of the vodka already.
Once the bottle was empty and again on the floor, Blaise smirked down at Draco. "Enough avoidance. Now it's time for fun." With that he slid his hands back under Draco's shirt and brought his mouth down to bite gently at Draco's collarbone, leaving a little trail of marks as his hands smoothed over Draco's chest and stomach, then slide lower to explore the waistband of his jeans, but nothing more.