Draco nuzzles at Harry’s crotch. Licks his length. Kisses the head of his weeping prick, sucks on his balls. He shifts, the mattress moving to accommodate them as he hoiks Harry’s legs over his shoulders and scrapes his teeth against the inside of Harry’s thigh, right at the crease where the swell of his arse meets his sac. He looks up at Harry from between his splayed legs.