________<br/><br/>As Harry laid on his back, the room was fuzzy around him. The intricate crown moulding of the ceilings indistinguishable in the darkness, far outside of Harry’s field of focus; his glasses still laid abandoned across the room, and Harry would rather accept temporary blindness than to get up to retrieve them.<br/>In his haze, Harry saw stars in the corner of his eye though he was tempted to believe them to be real, rather than a post-orgasmic mirage. The room felt electrically charged, magic heavy in the room; it had felt like Draco had drawn it out of him like when he took his signature, weeks ago.<br/>Harry had thoroughly enjoyed himself.<br/>His fringe stuck to his forehead, damp with exertion, as his breathing settled, air returning to his lungs. With it came his ability to maintain a coherent thought, a long list of impressions washing over him, too preoccupied with Draco to previously process them.<br/>Turning to the only place he could think any answers might be, Harry tipped his head towards Draco. In contrary to the room, Draco was in perfect focus, making Harry’s heart jump with renewed interest, seemingly unable to grow tired of the other man.