Harry tried to gasp the words back, but they were constantly interrupted by the feeling of pleasure being punched through him by Draco’s searching fingers. He could feel Draco moving his hips next to him, rutting his cock against Harry’s leg while his hands were otherwise occupied, one buried inside Harry, the other stroking his face and neck relentlessly. Harry formed half the thought to reach down and touch Draco, when it was interrupted by his building orgasm blindsiding him. His arched against Draco’s hand and grabbed himself to stroke himself through possibly the best orgasm of his life. The depth and intensity of it was overwhelming, like a rogue wave crashing over him, filling his senses and drowning out everything else around him.