Harry remained halfway upright as Draco finally took off his pants; catching the bundles fabric out of Draco's grip, he threw them off the bed. His eyes, however, darted back to Draco at the other's comment. Whatever look of excitement was in his eyes was immediately washed away by a look of pure surprise and, moments after, of genuinely being humoured.<br/>"Why do you ask?" he questioned, this time with a tease to his voice as he finally allowed himself to move closer to Draco once again. He placed a couple of quick kisses along Draco's collarbone, but he was so consumed by his own grin to properly put any fire behind it.<br/>The kisses on the chest was followed by a single kiss of Draco's neck. "Did you like it?"<br/>In another world, Harry's words might have come across as erotic, but as he once again pulled back far enough to look Draco in the eye, Harry was sporting a dumb grin on his lips; more than anything, the words were a mix of a tease and disbelief of Draco liking<span style="font-style: italic">anything</span>Harry did. "Me<span style="font-style: italic">demanding</span>that you stip?"