Draco is sliding his palm over his cock, staring at the jewel protruding from her perfect arse. He knows it isn’t real because she doesn’t know its from him, but some primal part of him feels like he owns her arsehole now. He could tell she’d never touched it before by how long it took her to work up to it. Her determination to push it inside of herself fills him with a strange sort of pride and he picks up the pace of his strokes. She reaches back and presses on the jewel like a button, groaning as the pressure of it fills her with pleasure. Then she gently pulls on it, and Draco pulls on the head of his cock. He starts to mimic her motions, if she pulls on the plug, he pulls on his head, if she presses against it, he gives himself a firm stroke. She’s breathing hard and he suddenly realizes so is he. She must not be able to hear him with her head down like that and her own breathing so heavy. She reaches down with her other hand to rub at her clit while she continues to play with the plug. Draco can tell she’s getting close and so is he. She lets out a low whine that turns into a breathy scream as she comes. At the last second, Draco shifts his body away so his cum spurts straight into the bath water, hoping she won’t notice, catching the last bits in his hand before they can fall onto her towel or her body. 