"Of course you do," she says, "you're so cockwhipped I don't think you could ever get enough of this." Her free hand trails down in between his thighs, where her come has been dripping down Harry's legs. She wipes it up, gathering it in her palm and then  finally wraps her hand around his cock, slicking him up with her own come. It's almost too much; going from sore neglect to immediate overstimulation. Draco strokes him slowly, keeping time with the gentle pace of her fingers inside him, but Harry feels his climax build at an alarming speed anyway.