Harry is dazed when Draco pulls away. She smiles at him when he chases after her, but she takes hold of his chin and turns his face to the side. She leans in and presses wet, open mouthed kisses to his neck, starting right below his ear and trailing down into the crook of his shoulder. Harry tries to his might to stay quiet, but the way his hands tighten involuntarily on her waist undoubtedly clued her in on his desperate state. In any case, he can't help himself when she bites down. She sinks her teeth into his neck and he lets out the most hopelessly needy sound he has ever heard himself make. She soothes her tongue over the bitemark and Harry feels her smile against his neck. He had determinedly ignored the rushing of blood to his dick before, but at this point there's no use in trying to hide that he’s currently fully hard in his jeans, and he knows that Draco knows. He doesn't have it in him to care, too blissed out to mind how pitifully quickly he's coming undone under her hands. He thinks he might want her to know, actually, to let her know what she’s doing to him. She presses one of her fishnet-clad thighs in between his legs. 