He’s getting ever so good at not being crude out loud. Marvolo bends down and kisses him gently, tugs him up and pushes him back on the bed, puts hands on his thighs and spreads his legs. And Harry can feel the dampness between his legs in a way that even a copious amount of lube can’t replicate. When Marvolo reaches up and pinches Harry’s nipple the slick dribbles out of his hole, trickling down his crack, and he shivers at the mental image of it.