"What the fuck did I just say?" Harry snarls into Malfoy’s arse, and Malfoy quickly squares his hips, pushing back into Harry’s face. "No," Harry says, pulling away. The skin between Malfoy’s cheeks and upper thighs is red from beard burn. Harry wipes his face with the back of his hand, moving forward over Malfoy for the lube. As his fingers wrap around the phial, he looks down – and a flash of silver catches his eye.