A shudder went through Harry, all but losing his footing had Draco not been there to keep him upright.<br/>Though Harry’s eyes remained dry, he felt like he could sob, a relief and a yearning all wrapped into one; had his throat not been in knots he would have had to tell Draco that simply<span style="font-style: italic">missing</span>him didn’t cover it. Skin ablaze beneath Draco’s touch, it was ludicrous to ever have expected anyone else to compare.<br/>“Yeah,” he choked, a smile pulling at his lips with sheer anticipation.<br/>His hands carded up Draco’s neck, pushing into the hair at the nape of his neck with no regard for the bun it was tied up in. Instead of allowing Draco space, Harry turned his face towards him, chasing a kiss. “Please.”