"I’ve thought about this so much - I’ve practically had to live with a permanent silencing charm around my bed, especially since Christmas. It seems like all I do when I’m alone is touch myself and think of you," Harry shuddered, and was mildly alarmed to find that he was becoming aroused again, something that hadn’t happened to him in a long time, "I imagine it’s your hand on me, what it would feel like, what you’d sound like in my ear, what you looked like under your clothes, how your cock would look next to mine," Harry was sure his face was glowing it was so red, and he tried to bury it in Draco’s shoulder with a groan, "I wanted to touch you so badly. I wanted you to touch  me. I wanted... I want...," Harry pulled back, curious as to what had made Draco stop. He found a conflicted expression in his face, and he tried to kiss it away.