The feeling of Draco’s hands at his waistband made Harry’s head spin, riled by not only the touch but the context. The exact bounds and confines of their relationship was quickly becoming blurred, and Harry was growing increasingly selfish with Draco’s attention. Wanting Draco was still such a relatively new discovery, and it was becoming abundantly clear that Harry seemingly did never not want Draco.<br/>Welcoming Draco’s proximity, Harry’s hands slipped from his jaw to his shoulders, wrapping them around Draco’s neck. In a moment of barely coherent affection, Harry’s hands trailed Draco’s collar, hands pushing beneath his hair to prevent tugging at it as his hands stretched across the panes of Draco’s shoulder blades.