Harry can tell she’s getting close, he feels her hand tightening in his hair and sees the muscles tense under the pale skin of her stomach. The words don’t stop spilling from her mouth, and Harry, astounded, feels his own orgasm building rapidly in his own belly. His knees hurt from kneeling, his thighs are straining, his jaw aches sharply and his lips feel raw from the constant friction, but he wouldn't dream of moving in any way Draco didn’t tell him to.  