Draco swallowed once, twice, then nodded and opened his mouth, "I think about fucking you," any inclination Harry had had to rest his head back against Draco’s shoulder was gone in an instant at Draco’s quiet, heated confession, "I think about putting my fingers inside you, and fingering you until you’re begging me for it. Until you’re on your back with your legs open for me," the idea was one that made heat flush down Harry’s back and made him push enthusiastically into Draco’s hand; he was already so close  again. In regards to the words coming out of Draco’s mouth, he couldn’t honestly say whether or not the idea in reality appealed to him, but in theory it was pushing all of the right buttons.