In general Draco wasn't someone who liked to be touched. The only place he seemed to be able to stand it was at home and usually at the hands of his mother but he figured she had given birth to him so if she wanted to hug him and kiss him and comb her fingers through his hair she was welcome to do so. This was different though, very very different. In fact, nothing about this situation and that was the same. Even though he was wearing layers of clothes, Kazimir's hands made him feel dirty and the tone of his voice was oily and unsafe.
"Well you better get used to it in there if you're going to keep up with this rubbish." And to demonstrate what 'this' was he reached out and ran his hands all over Kazimir's chest and up his throat in a similar manner in which Kaz was touching him except when he was finished speaking, he pushed him back. "Stop it. Get a real pet, leave me alone."