______________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>At some point, they had made their way to the bedroom. Only minutes ago, Harry had left the warmth of Draco's embrace in favor for a couple of trips to the bathroom. When he finally reappeared, he did so clean, satiated and in the same state of undress as he had left the bed.<br/>Kneeling on his good leg by the foot of the bed, Harry blindly and with ease undid the barely-closed clasp of his prosthetic. There was an easiness about him, smile bright and skin still flushed as he took that moment to look at Draco; the sight alone was enough to send a chill down Harry's spine.<br/>"You're stunning," he said, finally breaking the soft silence of the room. With that, he knelt onto the bed, the movement followed by the soft thud of the prosthetic tipping forward and against the bed frame.<br/>Draco really was a sight to behold, and Harry found himself unable to fully put into words how lucky he was to experience him like this. Draco looked like pure light against the white bed sheets; moving another bit closer, Harry gripped and tugged at the sheet lazily covering Draco's body. His smile widened at that.<br/>Once again he slotted himself between Draco's thighs, mimicking a position they had only barely left. This time around, Harry's movements had softened, and a soft, little sound escaped him. Though the feeling of skin one again brushing together sent another chill down his spine, he was too spent and content to do anything else than to lean forward, one hand steadying his weight on the mattress next to Draco's waist. A smile was still on his lips when he finally caught Draco's in a kiss.