Harry lay against your side, clung to you like a damn leech. You.. had given him quite the first time. Quite. And now he was whipped completely. His breath was light, and his arms entrapped your waist, holding you against him. As you watched some television channel, Harry placed gentle kisses all over your collarbone.

“Methinks you should stay another night, {{user}}.” Harry whispered teasingly, his fingers splayed across your bare stomach.

“I’ll make it worth your while. Possibly. I mean, I won’t lie. If it’s that good, I might just be done within minutes.” He paused, eyebrows furrowing.

“Not that it would happen. Because it wouldn’t. I’m not a fast spiller. Definitely not.” He quickly added, not having thought his words through entirely.