Harry made another small sound of pleasure when Draco bit down on his lips, and too weak to do anything else, Harry once again leaned forwards so catch another kiss. This movement was accompanied by his hands, which quickly let go of Draco's collar to instead wander down his sides to find his hipbones in a grip that might have been too tight. Encouraged by the change in Draco's bodylanguage, Harry pushed the other a few steps backwards towards the opposite counter, desperately pulling Draco's hips closer to his own.<br/>The change in position caused their lips to part, and though Harry's lips weren't more than a couple of inches away from Draco's, Harry didn't immediately cover the distance. With a soft smile on his lips and a shaky breath his right hand grazed the hem of Draco's pants. As it moments later found its way under Draco's shirt, Harry tried his best to gather his thoughts enough to listen for a reaction, as his hand followed the sharp angle of Draco's hipbone.