It felt like a game - licking and sucking determinedly at Draco’s flesh, trying his hardest to drive Draco towards the edge, finding just what made Draco gasp and moan, and what made him whine and swear. Harry found that, while sitting up straight and peering up through his eyelashes at Draco had him swearing and whispering words of praise, it wasn’t the most comfortable position. Soon, he was encouraging Draco to sit back down on his bed, and to spread his legs so that Harry could fit in between them again.