When Harry crawls back on top, he takes off his glasses and sits back on his haunches on Draco’s lap, his cock thick and hard, pointed towards his stomach. Draco licks his lips and places his palms on Harry’s thighs, rolling his hips up slowly, his own cock trapped somewhere under Harry’s thigh. It’s all hot pressure and delicious, slick friction. He groans, his fingers tightening against Harry’s skin. 