[There is something about sloppy making out that Harry has discovered he really, really likes. It surprises him - after the years he'd spent nearly on top of other men, all of them filthy, he'd assumed he would crave cleanliness to the point of being aseptic. But no. He wants spit and sweat and come. He kisses Koby back fervently, hands slipping to grip Koby's ass. He manages to nod, pulling away only to smile.]

Yes. Yes, you deserve your reward.

[His soft voice lowers a little more, barely above a whisper.]

Tell me the thing you fantasized about the most when you were being ever so good for me.