Draco’s effortless, wandless<span style="font-style: italic">Accio</span>sent a shiver down Harry’s spine, skin overly sensitive still. The easy composure and control of Draco’s skills felt amplified by the fact that Harry felt in no state to attempt the same spell, drained in the absolute best way. However, it was the attentiveness of the gesture that made Harry’s stomach turn, infatuated.<br/>When Draco shifted to place the frames on his face, Harry grinned, finding that he didn’t actually need his glasses to see Draco if only he remained close enough. That felt like too much to say out loud, even though it was a simple matter of practicality; Harry didn’t dare take it as a given that Draco would remain this close to him.<br/>"Thank you," Harry chuckled, though it did little to properly convey how much it meant to him.<br/>Pliantly, Harry pushed himself slightly off the pillow, allowing the temples of his glasses to settle over his ears without pinching against the pillow. Leaning his cheek against his forearm rather than the pillow, Harry shifted to his side, another several inches closer to Draco.<br/>Draco truly was a work of art, cheeks flushed, and hair fanned out across his pillow. It felt more dauting to admit now, having seen so much of Draco and still feeling like it didn’t quite suffice.<br/>Wanting to prolong the night, Harry’s free hand reached out for Draco, hand finding the crook of his neck, fingers lazily raking through his hair; it was a compliment Harry couldn’t quite articulate.<br/>Another came easier, however.<br/>"Wandless," Harry noted, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. In tandem, his hand settled properly at the nape of Draco’s neck, the compliment replaced by a gentle invitation; Harry was equally curious and desperate for the confirmation that he was still allowed to kiss him.