He didn't even try to contain the soft moan when Harry's soft, rough tongue scored his skin on his shoulder, and the result of an over-eager Beater's bat across his shoulder. Slowly, he eased them both onto the bed, inching their way towards the headboard; the better to examine him.
Propped on one elbow, he traced his fingers over Harry's chest again, fingers tangling in the sparse covering of hair before following the light trail of hair pointing his way home. During every touch, Harry kept making the most erotic sounds, small moans and groans that were doing nothing but intensifying the need pulsing through him.
His hand had just closed over Harry's cock when he found his voice again. "I want you, Harry. Badly."