when you're fucking, you're a whimpering mess, he's above you and pushing hair out of your face. you finally unravel with one big moan and yell of his name. he had already came but over stimulated you to this point, denying you many orgasms. 'there she is, there's my pretty girl." he'd say, pulling out of you. harry lays next to you as you come back to consciousness, your breath coming back to normal. he rolls your limp body over his, kissing your head. "s'it alright love, calm down fo' meh."