"Very well. I’ve tortured you long enough." The bed lowers, a sudden adjustment of magic that changes nothing about Harry’s position, and then Mars slips between Harry’s spread legs. A hand settles on his waist, the quick lift forcing his knees to widen even more and he feels a tug before suddenly his sex-swollen hole is bare. The very air against it is nearly unbearable and he rocks, mimicking sex, to relieve the pressure. "Open your mouth."