Oh, he needs it. Harry’s aching with the need for a hard cock in his hole and he says as much, wiggling a little bit before he decides he can break position. He can feel the dampness dripping out of him, constant now and even more persistent than the last time he did the spell. I stacked them, the spell on top of the potion. When he turns around, knees on the edge of the bed, feet in the air, his chest dropping down so as to push his bum up, he knows that Marvolo can see his drenched panties.