Harry quickly came to realize, he wasn't sure he could stand Draco's full attention. His skin felt electric even before Draco's hand had fully made contact, and when Harry finally felt the weight of Draco's hand against his neck he shuddered. Dumbly, his lips parted and it was only when Draco spoke that a smile reappeared. It was a boyish and flustered grin, a little caught-off-guard chuckle escaping him.<br/>"Yeah, just easing in," he responded, voice still airy with a laugh as he tried to match the tease and easiness of Draco's act.<br/>With a considerable delay, Harry reached out for Draco, fingers just barely catching Draco's waist. Even despite the layers of clothing between Harry's skin and Draco's, it yet again felt like static electricity was jumping off Harry's fingertips, making Harry's vision go foggy.<br/>It was a daunting line to stay on, needing to keep up with the intimacy Draco was displaying, yet simultaneously feeling it get out of hand. Though Harry wanted both of them to slow down, a fresh tease tugged a corner of his mouth upward.<br/>"You don't have to behave," he added, finally getting around to properly process Draco's answer; the consideration Draco was displaying was deeply comforting. The addition Harry spoke was therefore just as much a reminder to himself as it was a reassurance to Draco. "They can't discharge me twice."