Harry groaned as his hand slid up and down his cock. His eyes were closed and his forehead was sweaty. All he could think about was how he'd like to have Draco's hand around his throbbing erection. Or, better yet, his mouth. Even better still, have the walls of Draco's tight arse clenching around him. A needy noise slipped from his lips as he dipped his thumb into his slit and spread the precum that was leaking from it over his length. His other hand, meanwhile, was roughly kneading his sac. Oh, how that would feel nice in Draco's mouth, too… or pressed against his bare arse… or under those impossibly smooth fingers… Harry jerked himself harder and came over himself with a cry of, "Draco!" The boy-who-lived fell back, panting. He wished for the fourth time that day that Draco hadn't gone home for winter holiday…