Harry keeps his eyes locked on Draco's, aching for release. He's not confident in his ability to keep himself from coming before she wants him to, but making her proud is the only thing on his mind. Of course, Draco torments him by picking up her pace even more, and squeezing her hand around his cock. Harry whimpers, legs shaking and jaw aching, spit now leaking down all the way into the counter underneath him. 