Harry couldn't keep a smile off his face. There was a juvenile excitement about him, his expression, above anything else, was sweet and adoring.<br/>It was thrilling; both the fact that Draco wanted to add sex to the way they displayed physical intimacy, but even more so how it reflected the amount of trust Draco had in their relationship. It all was transparently expressed across his features.<br/>"I appreciate it," Harry eventually replied, a laugh inevitably seeping into the tone of his voice.<br/>At no point had Harry felt like their relationship was lacking, or that he had ever felt restrained in the way they expressed their affections. Harry had been so perfectly and utterly content in their shared life, and having sex with Draco had never been a prerequisite to his own happiness. And yet, the prospect of just that still made his heart leap out of his chest with the thrill of revisiting something, Harry had so willingly given up for Draco.<br/>Easily giving in to Draco's blanket statement, Harry felt no need to push his touches further. His hand, still resting against Draco's neck, slipped off his shoulder. With his palm flat against Draco's shoulder blade, Harry urged Draco to cross the distance between them, a grin still on his lips.<br/>Once properly within reach, Harry's free arm wrapped around Draco's waist, properly meeting him in an embrace, his breathing a chuckle.<br/>There, Harry placed a blind and off-center kiss to the shell of Draco's ear.<br/>"I love you," he repeated against Draco's hair. The smile on his lips was audible in his tone of voice. "Both yesterday and tomorrow."