The feeling of Draco’s hand dipping beneath the collar of his seater sent a shiver down Harry’s spine, finding it greatly insufficient when it wasn’t rewarded with the feeling of skin against skin.<br/>Looking to find that elsewhere, Harry’s hand traced the waistband of Draco’s trousers from the small of his back to the fly to undo it. There was barely space between them for Harry’s hand to move, but he found himself completely unwilling to untangle himself from Draco’s embrace enough to ease the task, much less straighten his posture far enough that he could use both hands. He wanted to sink into Draco’s touch, wanting the warmth of his hand to burn through cotton and skin and muscle until it reached through him.<br/>He sighed into the kiss when the fabric gave way, allowing Harry’s hand to push the fabric side, having long ago abandoned the hope of getting Draco undressed. Instead, Harry’s fingers found warm skin, hand on the dip of Draco’s pelvis beneath the trousers.