Harry leans down, feeling the tension flex the backs of Malfoy’s thighs, pressed against Harry’s chest. There’s hardly any resistance – not when Harry nudges near his chin, not even when he sets his teeth into the skin under his jaw. Their cocks line up and Harry wraps a hand around them both, starting to stroke slowly, teasingly. The ring of Malfoy’s piercing bumps up against Harry’s cock and he tries not to moan out loud. Malfoy tries to buck into Harry’s hand but can’t get anything he needs like that, pressed down into the mattress.