The words affect Harry like a spell; bliss roiling through his body like a tidal wave immediately, and he spills over Draco's hand still wrapped around him. Draco's hips stutter as she drives into him one last time, and Harry wishes he could feel her spill into him. She slips her hand from his mouth, and they both buckle forward; Harry leaning his elbows on the counter, and Draco draping herself over his back. Harry's legs are still shaking, but finds some steadiness when he's able to lower himself down from his toes. They stay like that for a minute, regaining their breath, with Draco pressing soft kisses to his back. She moves when Harry can feel her softening cock start to slip out of him. He hisses when she pulls herself out, only to immediately replace her dick with three fingers instead. Harry moans brokenly, twitching with overstimulation, then she pulls out again.