Malfoy isn’t doing a convincing job of acting otherwise, trying his hardest to shift his knees up the bed, to get more, trying to get Harry’s cock in deeper. It’s probably not fair to expect anything else – Harry’s kept him on edge for a while now. He lifts his head to check the clock on the wall, which tells him they’ve got twenty minutes left of the hour. Fuck, has it really been that long? Harry pulls his fingers out of Malfoy’s mouth and Malfoy resists it, trying to suck them back in.