When Harry took a hold of his hair, Draco knew that he was absolutely done for.<br/>It wasn’t like he had been holding back before, but there was something so innately intimate about someone having a hold of his hair that made Draco lose it. His one hand leaving the mattress to instead find Harry again, feeling like he absolutely needed to be touching Harry even more. His hand found Harry’s hip and trailed up to his waist, just wanting to feel him there and get a sense of reality.<br/>It felt juvenile to keep grinning into the kiss the way he did, yet Draco found it exceedingly hard to stop doing so. Everything just felt so new and while it was a stretch to say that it was Draco’s first time, it still felt sorta like being a teenager and experiencing everything anew.