He could hardly breath, gasping and moaning, and arching his back but trying his hardest not to accidentally thrust forward. He tried to watch Draco for as long as he could, but soon all he could do was rest his head back, and screw his eyes shut, all his muscle tone deserting him. He obeyed like a rag doll when Draco sought out his hand and carefully placed it on the back of his head. Even though he had his eyes shut, and there was a wooden ceiling above them, it felt like the stars themselves were penetrating Harry’s eyelids and swirling around inside his head as an explosion of light and colour. His leg twitched involuntarily when Draco lifted up briefly to swirl his tongue around the head of his cock, before he took Harry deeper into his mouth again.