Harry grinned, staggering forward a step to remain close to Draco. Before he had started undressing before Draco, before they had started sleeping together, Harry had barely spared his many layers a thought. Now, however, there was an undeniable thrill about getting to watch Draco pick them off of him.<br/>Happily relinquishing himself to Draco and his offer, Harry allowed Draco to take on the task of undressing Harry himself. After shrugging off his coat, Harry’s hands found Draco’s shoulders, not meaning to entertain himself too much.<br/>He tugged at the collar of Draco’s shirt.<br/>“I just think you’d look right fit in one,” he grinned, boyishly and unabashedly.<br/>Harry’s hands trailed the curve of Draco’s collar, settling at the nape of his neck. Draco had looked fit without one, a terrible distraction to Harry’s workday. Memories of embraces like this laid so close to the surface that Harry generally seemed to have a hard time looking at Draco without wanting to sink into his lap.<br/>Though embarrassing, the realization simply made Harry’s smile go lopsided.<br/>“Besides, it’s practically protocol. Distracting as it might be.”