Draco moves her hand up from his neck to his chin, slipping two fingers into Harry's mouth and pulling open his jaw. He looks depraved, mouth agape and tirelessly moaning around Draco's fingers, with his hair starting to stick to his sweaty face. She lets go of his hip and uses her other hand to make a fist around his cock, stroking in sync with her thrusts, and it all gets too much too quickly. Harry feels his pleasure building, and tries to speak around the tight grip Draco has on his jaw, forlorn sounds giving away what he's unable to tell her. 