Harry made sure to tighten his grip at that insult, jerking the other slightly harder. "Better that then an arse-kisser." He warned, narrowing the space between their hips, spitting onto his hand and coating his fingers. If Eward had a hangover later, he wouldn't be happy to be sore in anywhere else. Well, more so than he was likely to be anyway. One finger first, pressing in, making sure that he kept Eward's attention one the movements of his other hand rather than this, stroking faster.