"Do you feel that, pet? How good you make me feel, how hard I am? It's all because of you– you're so– ah–" Draco slumps over his back, sinking her teeth into his shoulder blade, and Harry feels her spunk spill between his thighs, hot and dirty. "Jesus fuck," Draco curses, her legs shaking, too occupied to notice the unrelenting pressure she still has on Harry's prostate. 