Its spongy head bumps the back of Harry’s throat as his nose meets Malfoy’s pubic bone, coarse hairs brushing up against Harry’s beard. Harry stops, breathing the smell of sweat and musk through his nose, letting Malfoy’s cock twitch in his mouth. He looks up through clumped eyelashes and maintains eye contact. Malfoy’s panting but looks back defiantly, flushed all up his chest and cheeks. His eyes are hooded, blinking more than usual, and his teeth are gritted. After a moment, Harry realises it’s with the effort to keep his hips still.