Bracing his weight with a hand onto the blanket, Harry allowed himself to be pulled down without resistance, though his lips only resumed contact with Draco’s skin when Draco’s shoulders met the blanket.<br/>“I don’t tell you enough,” he mused, his own voice sounding far away when it reverberated against the crook of Draco’s neck.<br/>Running his hand from Draco’s hip to the outside of his thigh, Harry’s fingers dipped beneath it, an encouragement for Draco to bend his knee and create space for Harry to fill.<br/>He finished the thought with a kiss below Draco’s ear. “Just how good you’ve been to me.”