Harry could practically taste the edge of his peak fluttering in and out of reach with Draco’s every movement, until Harry was groaning in anticipation, trying desperately to hold himself in the perfect position for Draco to brush against the centre of his pleasure. He was close, so close, he just needed something to tip him over. As if reading his mind, Draco took the hand that had been touching his leg and wrapped it around Harry’s length. For a long moment, Harry was aware of nothing outside of the overflowing pleasure at his centre, and Draco panting in his ear.