Draco finally took pity on him, and Harry shuddered at the sensation of a single finger slowly pressing its way inside. The whole time, Draco kept his mouth on him, working him at a leisurely pace that prevented him from fully appreciating how distinctly unusual the feeling of having something inside him was. It didn’t hurt - the sensation of Draco carefully pumping his finger in and out of him didn’t even feel bad, but Harry couldn’t quite figure out why people did this. With Draco working on his cock as well, the experience was certainly erotic, but Harry wasn’t sure it was something he would want without already being extremely aroused.