"Good boy," she whispers, her voice husky. She tilts down her hips, lining up her cock with Harry's own, pressing down only a bit. "Do you feel that, darling? That's all because of you, you're making me so proud, pet. You're doing amazing." Harry heaves at her touch, at her words, at everything. He lifts up his head and whines helplessly, asking for her. "I know, baby, I know," she soothes, "you'll get what you deserve, don't worry. Can you turn over for me?" She moves out of the way to give Harry the space he needs to roll himself on his stomach. The pressure and friction on his cock wedged between his belly and the bed is heavenly, but Draco only allows it for a moment. "Up," she says, tapping his hip, "get on your knees." Harry pulls his legs up under himself, the cuffs keeping him in place and forcing him to arch his back in a way that completely exposes him to Draco. Vulnerable embarrassment runs through him hotly, blood rushing to his face and making his ears ring. Even without anywhere to go, he has to fight the urge to squirm away and hide himself. Draco runs her hands up the back of his legs and over his arse, kneading and spreading him out for her even more. Harry mewls and drops his head between his outstretched arms to hide in the pillow.