Harry met the kiss readily, unabashed by the intimacy of knowing that Draco had counted his pulse. Much less so when offering that information willingly warranted him such a smile.<br/>More tightly wound than even he realized, Harry’s breath got caught in the kiss, confined within the increasingly awkward angle of their embrace.<br/>Against all instincts, Harry leaned away from Draco, hand slipping from his thigh back to his knee. No matter the thrill of the embrace, Draco’s leg clumsily kept Harry’s hips angled away from Draco, suddenly counter productive. With a firm suggestion to the inside of Draco’s knee, Harry urged him to shift, to wrap that same leg around his hip and behind him instead.