"Look at you, even the bits without holes to fuck are made to be used by me. I can't believe how perfect you are, my pretty boytoy." Harry moans a broken sound, pushing back into her with his mind spaced out and empty save for Draco's worshipping words. "I want to set up another rule, do you think you can handle that?" Harry hums something incoherent he hopes is akin to a confirmation, but Draco doesn't let him get away with it. "Use your words, pet." 