Harry, who had been peering down his body at Draco, nodded, and let his head fall back onto the bed, not quite sure he could cope with watching while Draco used his mouth on him. Instead, he stared up at the canopy of his bed, and tried not to tremble in anticipation. It wasn’t that he didn’t think he’d like it - after feeling Draco’s fingers inside him, he was sure that he would - but rather, he wasn’t sure about how completely and utterly vulnerable he felt in that moment. He wouldn’t be surprised if that feeling of exposure overtook  any feeling of pleasure he got from this experience.