Harry scrambled to find the brain cells necessary to return the sentiment, and his words came out half slurred, "Love you... love you so fucking much," Draco groaned in his ear, and his careful thrusts became briefly erratic before he seemed to gain control of himself again. Harry could feel his hand stroking relentlessly up and down his outer thigh, from his knee up to his arse and down again. Draco paused for a moment, hoiking Harry’s legs up higher around his waist, and when he restarted his thrusts, Harry found a high-pitched cry escaping him, "F-fuck! There...  please... right there," at a particularly well-placed thrust, Harry opened his mouth to cry out in pleasure, but he found the sound being swallowed by Draco fusing their mouths together.