Draco was so overwhelmed by everything Harry was doing to him, and he had no desire to make it stop. He was slowly getting out of breath, but all he could think about was Harry's hands and lips on him. The kitchen counter was digging into his back, but he couldn't even find it in himself to care about it. Harry might be shorter than him, but he was also very muscular, and honestly he was very appreciative of that. His hands slid down from Harry's hair and to his shoulders, appreciating the muscle hiding under his shirt.<br/>He was gasping for breath, starting to consider if this was a bad idea, but then Harry smiled up at him, and that man was honestly too much. Even when the smile was underlined by the hard grip on his hips, he was the gentlest person he had ever had the privilege to make out with in a kitchen. Or anywhere else for that matter.