There was something about the way that Harry seemed to keep finding new ways to touch him that made Draco’s head spin, feeling constantly uncertain of how much was the alcohol still in his system and how much was purely Harry. The pure ecstasy of having someone touch every inch of your body and seemingly being unable to get enough was liberating in a way that Draco could scarcely remember.<br/>It made him feel overwhelmed and yet wanting so much more.<br/>Hearing his name fall from Harry’s lips was still such a relative new thing to Draco that it made him shiver, wanting to hear him say it over and over again until the word lost meaning.<br/>“Harry,” he muttered, an answer to a question left unsaid. In that moment it seemed like they both knew what the other was thinking, no need for words other than the most basic of all. Just each other’s names.