Harry could barely breathe. He was in heaven. His entire world was the slick slide of Draco’s pussy,  so wet , his entire face soaked with it, and he never wanted it to end. If Draco let him, he would do this every second of every day, on his knees, tasting how perfect he was as sweat trickled down the back of his knees. Harry wanted to make Draco come and then lick him clean and make him come again. He wanted to live here forever, the electric pulse of him so right under his mouth.