Draco slides out from under Harry’s thighs, drops them, and rubs at his shoulder. He shifts, the mattress dipping beneath his knees, and he swings a leg over Harry’s lap. "Do you want to make good on your promise from last night?" he asks, pressing a hand to the leather panelled headboard above Harry’s head. He tilts his hips, pressing down against Harry’s cock. Harry looks at it, at the way the head peeks out from under Draco’s tightened balls.