Having dressed without a collared shirt proved to make a significant difference, the cotton shirt easily slipping off him when Draco pulled off his sweater. The crew neck caught his hair, ruffling up already untidy curls. Left in his vest, the cold air washed over him, only to soon be replaced by the way Draco’s grin made heat creep up Harry’s chest.<br/>Despite desperately tempted to kiss it off of him, Harry didn’t shift forwards, remaining sat back on his heels as he carelessly tossed his glasses to the table.<br/>The high armrest behind him was possibly even more restricting as Draco’s legs around his hips, but Harry better maintained his balance, allowing his hands to trail Draco’s sides, pushing his shirt up with them.<br/>Harry watched transfixed as white cotton peeled back to reveal cream skin. By the time Harry’s fingers had trailed up the length of Draco’s ribs, the fabric still pooled just above his navel, the sliver of skin above the lining of Draco’s exposed pants making Harry’s heart flip.<br/>“God, Draco,” escaped him, a plea to deity that didn’t exist to Harry anywhere but here. He retrieved his hands, settling slow and heavy on Draco’s hips.<br/>His lips remained parted, struggling to collect the fragments of a praise that went through his mind. His eyes finally met Draco’s, eyes bright and his cheeks flushed. “I want you so bad.”