Harry can't help the whine he lets out at her words, and feels himself dribble precome, wetting the spot where he's straining against his boxers. He sits up a little more to increase his range of motion. It strains his thighs, but it doesn't matter. He sinks down onto Draco's cock as far as his throat allows, which isn't as far as he would have liked, but the sound Draco makes washes any and all thoughts from his head immediately. She moans so pretty and Harry  wants.  He swallows around her and bobs his head up and down a few times, trying to take her down further each time, and is rewarded again with Draco's blissed out sounds. Harry tries for a steady pace, shuffling even closer on his knees to try and find a way to take her down further. Draco places a hand on his cheek again. 