More than Harry loosing interest in the kiss - he was, in fact, certain he could spend the rest of his life kissing Draco and never growing tired of it - the senstation of Draco's skin underneath Harry's hand seemed to overpower any other of his senses; Harry desperately wanted to explore more.<br/>When Draco started smiling, Harry softly broke the kiss to place a gentle kiss on Draco's cheekbone.<br/>Letting go of Draco's waist, Harry's hand instead moved to the duvet covering them. Harry's movements were soft and slow, wanting Draco to have plenty of time to interrupt, if Harry ever was to cross a line. Eventually, Harry tugged the duvet slightly aside, to gradually bare Draco's shoulder and upper arm.<br/>There was no suggestiveness to the reveal, and the actions were purely fueled by Harry wanting to memorize Draco's contours both through touch and sight. His eyes briefly returned to Draco's, once again looking for permission, as Harry's fingers once again hovered above Draco's bare waist. Harry's voice was barely a mutter when he finally spoke. "Stop me if I overstep."