When Draco tightened his grip around Harry's hair, the tension sent a shier down the length of Harry's spine. It effectively knocked the air out of him making him gasp into the kiss. The sound had left his throat far before he even realized what had caused, and subsequently and just as mindlessly, Harry's lips had left Draco's.<br/>The sudden need for air hadn't created much distance between them, nor did that distance last long. His mind still clouded by Draco's touches, the reality of no longer being kissed by him felt like a crude awakening to Harry. Needing to steady his breathing, yet unable to help himself, Harry planted first a kiss to the corner of Draco's mouth, then another, sloppier one, to his jaw before eventually settling on the soft skin beneath Draco's ear, pressing another shameless kiss to Draco's skin.