Harry's breath hitched the moment Draco's hands found their way down Harry's neck and shoulder; when Draco's lips moments later left Harry's in favour of his neck, Harry then completely stopped breathing. Draco's kisses were burning hot and electric, making Harry inattentively tighten his grip around Draco, catching the shirt as he did. He eventually let out a shaky breath.<br/>"Draco," he exhaled, his voice giving away every thought Draco's touch and kisses brought to his mind. Dizzy by Draco's proximity and unable to think further ahead than getting another piece of clothing off of Draco, Harry balled the shirt fabric up in his fists, tugging the fabric backwards.<br/>Draco's touch was far too distracting for Harry ever to attempt to make the other withdraw his hands long enough for Harry to pull off Draco's shirt; instead, Harry turned his head slightly, lips brushing against Draco's skin. "Your shirt."