Imagine sitting inbetween Harry's legs while he sits on the sofa, only wearing his black boxers. You kiss the fabric over his bulge and palm him, earning soft whimpers. You kiss his thighs, nibbling his skin and his hands creep in your hair and hold it in a ponytail. You peel off his boxers and start to kiss up his shaft, tracing your tongue on his vein. Wrapping your lips around him, you suckle his red sensitive tip and lick his slit. Harry closes his eyes and hisses, cursing under his breath.