They move together, Harry going to lie down at the head, resting on one pillow while another moves under his hips, and Marvolo crawling up between his thighs. The shift’s a bit mussed now, damp at the edge where it rested too close to Harry’s dripping hole, but a warm hand runs over it almost reverently. The strange thought disappeared as strong fingers pluck at his nips to tighten them.