A weak moan left Draco at the bite, but it wasn't out of discomfort. It was all extremely overwhelming, and Harry's skin almost felt burning hot against his own. His head was spinning from it all, and it was quickly becoming too much.<br/>Despite having longed for Harry's caress for the better part of the evening, then he knew that he would have to put a stop to this soon. Gently placing his hands on Harry's wrists, giving himself a moment to remember how this felt; even with their conversation it seemed too good to be true. After a moment or two longer, he started to gently lower Harry's hands, pushing them out from underneath his shirt and back to his hips instead. He broke the kiss, his breath hanging heavy in the air between them, as he rested his forehead against Harry's.<br/>"We're not gonna have sex," he muttered, his voice barely audible.