When Draco’s grip around Harry’s shirt changed, Harry’s hand stalled, distracted. Breaking the kiss was a matter of shifting minutely, barely maintained and with Draco’s breath warm against Harry’s skin. He wanted it all at once, so inclined to lean in and kiss Draco again.<br/>The compromise came when Harry’s lips shifted lower, stealing a kiss against Draco’s pulse point before he eventually sat back on his heels, offering an anchor point for Draco to better pull at his shirt. It made it ride up the small of Harry’s back and bunch at his shoulders, and as soon as he regained his balance, Harry removed his glasses with a huffed laugh, the knit catching on their legs.