Harry raised an eyebrow and lowered his head, stubble rasping over the milky white skin of Draco’s thighs. Draco moaned as Harry pushed his knees further apart, pulling slightly so Draco slid further down the sofa. Harry moved his head from side to side, the rasp barely audible over the whistles on the television. Draco placed a foot on the coffee table behind Harry and closed his eyes, curling his toes as Harry nipped at his sensitive skin.