Harry pants slightly, squirming as they both adjust position, and lets his legs rest on his husband’s shoulders before cautiously running a hand through the dark hair rubbing against his cheeks as the hickey collar grows bigger. He tilts his chin up, giving more access, and he’s sure he’s going to have a ring of black-and-blue now. "I --" He swallows and gasps at the sudden pain, as his wordless Numbing Charm crashes away in a moment. "§’Please.’§ Even the Parseltongue sounds pained.