Harry smiled into the kiss, unabashedly pleased by Draco's response. Draco's words, spoken at such short proximity, ghosted across Harry's skin, making the hairs on his neck stand.<br/>"Uh huh," Harry responded, a smile to his voice.<br/>Without pursuing Draco's lips for another kiss, Harry shifted. Better straightening his posture, Harry pushed himself up and out of the narrow space between Draco and the backrest. In one fluid motion, Harry gave up the space for Draco, instead settling himself with one knee between Draco's thighs.<br/>Needing no further encouragement, Harry's hands once again caught Draco's fly, undoing the zip. Searching for more skin, Harry's hands trailed across Draco's midriff, peeling the fabric away from Draco's hips.<br/>Harry's cheeks were already flushed once he yet again met Draco's eyes, a grin to his lips. "What else?"