As soon as the sleeves of his jacket left Harry’s cuffs, his range of mobility was greatly expanded. The compressive vest beneath it was quick to go, the small buttons easily slipping through the dress wool. It was, however, not the buttons of his dress shirt Harry’s hands continued to, instead finding greater purpose at the fly of Draco’s trousers.<br/>Having donned his full uniform, Harry was painfully aware of how involved a task it was to remove it entirely. It quickly became the last thing on Harry’s mind, no longer an immediate priority.<br/>Moving to make room, Harry slipped from the lip of the mattress, meeting the floor on his knees. There, he sat back on his heels, removing his hand from Draco to shrug off the opened vest.<br/>It was only when he leaned forward on his knees, face flushed as his hands found Draco’s thighs that both he and his hands stalled.<br/>“Is it -” Harry fumbled, juvenile as they had found a boundary yet to explore. He was unable to find the words, mind frazzled by getting to experience Draco from this angle. “Yeah?”