Harry didn’t speak, instead he moved, lying himself down on his back and carefully pulling his legs back to his chest, trying not to feel self-conscious at how exposed he felt, flat on his back with his arse in the air. Any concerns about how he looked were quickly quashed by the heated look in Draco’s eye, and the way his gaze trailed across Harry’s body, his want clear to see. He pressed a careful hand to the curve of Harry’s arse cheek, and he bit his lip for a moment, "Ready?"