The hand which Draco wasn’t currently using on him, was touching him relentlessly everywhere else, stroking up his sides to pinch at his nipples, then dragging back down to his hip and then cupping under him to squeeze the flesh of his arse cheek. His fingertips dipped just into the fold in his skin where his leg ended and his arse began, and Harry was once again thinking about the fantasies Draco had murmured in his ear. The idea only made him harder and had Harry gasping with want and need. Nerves skittered their way low across his belly where he could feel the little finger of Draco’s fist resting. He deliberated for a moment about whether or not he should give the idea voice, but the choice was taken out of his hands when Draco noticed the change in him.