Feeling Draco shift besides him, Harry willingly reciprocated the touch. One hand leaving Draco's jaw, it instead found purpose on Draco's shift. The distinct feeling of a skin tight dress made Harry's breath hitch, causing him to sigh into the kiss.<br/>Desperately needing to chase that feeling, Harry's hand wandered along the side seam, down the curve of Draco's hip. His hands digging into the soft skin and fabric, Harry's hand came at a sudden halt at the top of Draco's thigh, as he felt the dress end beneath his palm. The distinct difference between fabric and skin made Harry's breath catch in his throat, this time being enough to break the kiss.<br/>Harry's pupils were blown and his skin flushed once he leaned away far enough to gather a cohesive thought.<br/>"'you want to stop?" he managed to blurt out, not as cohesively as he had hoped.<br/>What Harry's own answer to that question would have been was painted across his features, putting little to no effort into hiding the fact that he wanted Draco. His hand, though at a standstill, remained on Draco's thighs, fingers pressing into his skin as Harry thoughtlessly flexed his hand.