Harry gave up and decided to just use his words: he pulled off of Draco’s cock with a pop, saliva trailing between his lips and Draco’s flesh, "Pull my hair," he gasped, stroking Draco half-heartedly, barely able to speak coherently through his own arousal, "I want you to pull my hair," he said more firmly. Panting, Draco nodded, winding his fingers through Harry’s locks and using the leverage to press Harry’s face back towards his groin again.