When Harry sat up to help get his shirt off, Draco couldn’t help but smile. It was better for them to just keep whatever this was, rather than talk too much about bad habits and the inevitable leave.<br/>Eager for more, Draco pushed Harry’s shirt completely off, running his hands over his chest and down his arms as he did. He was about to make the absolute most of the remainder of their timer together, and he just had to hope that that was what Harry wanted as well.<br/>Breaking the kiss, Draco instead trailed kisses along Harry’s jaw, ending at the pulse point right underneath his ear.<br/>“Let me take care of you,” he muttered, unsure if Harry would know exactly what he meant, but also not keen on being a lot more specific than that. Instead, his hands simply found the edge of Harry’s pyjama pants, starting to push them down.