"If you kick me in the face I’ll bite your dick off," Harry warns, and then grips Malfoy’s thighs and swallows his cock down, quick and efficient. Malfoy’s hips push up to meet his mouth and he gasps, "do you even know how forfeits work, you actual weirdo," but Harry’s not listening. He’s too focused on the feeling of warm metal and the hot head of Malfoy’s cock bumping against his tongue, silky hard and leaking into his mouth. Its length and girth is annoyingly perfect, big but not too much.