Oliver leaned away just long enough to reach for the drawer in his bedside table, coming away with a tube of warming lube and a wide smile on his face. He'd had a Muggleborn lover several years ago and he showed him that not everything magical was better - he'd been a dedicated lube user ever since.
He flipped the cap open and poured a liberal amount into his hand. He moved to cover Harry, looking down into those gorgeous green eyes and half spoke, half groaned. "Put your legs on my shoulders, Harry. I want to watch you."