Harry comes with a bitten-off cry, pushing his face into Draco’s neck. He spasms, water and foam splashing around him, suddenly cool against his overhot skin. He groans, and after a furtive glance around, he pushes a hand between them to subtly wank Draco off as the waiters float around them with trays of cocktails for lingering customers up by the bar, no one paying them any mind.