Fuckinghellfuckinghellfuckinghell... he wanted to yell for Harry to stop, to get out, to move but at the same time it was so exhilerating and good that he couldn't do it. The hand that was pumping him was confusing his mind and he had no idea what he wanted anymore.
"Fucking hell..." he said, his voice strained. Whatever Harry wanted to do, he knew he'd better do it fucking quick or Eward wouldn't be able to take it anymore.