"I'm an incubus," the Slytherin grinned. "Everybody's interested in me." Still, he pulled back the hands he had kept on Harry's knees when his master raised his eyebrows, obediently placing them on his thighs. He did present an alluring picture without even trying. "But that's not the point. Here, this," he gestured between them, "being close to you, seeing, smelling, touching you, it eases me." The Gryffindor dragged his hand through the other's hair, making the incubus purr. "You overloaded me when you were angry with me, but I think you and I know that it would be much harder for me if you withheld your affection."