Harry filled the space as Draco created it, kneeling between Draco’s thighs. While not taxing work, it still had Harry breathless, the sight of Draco grinning as he settled into the sofa cushions beneath him an ode to clumsy nights in the Gryffindor common room. This was better, Harry knew that in the pit of his stomach where the anticipation settled.<br/>Though the sofa seated three and could probably fit Draco sufficiently, it was a tangle of legs regardless. It was a trade off, the eager translating into clumsiness as they fumbled to settle, let alone undress. So, for now, Harry didn’t, hips meeting Draco’s clothed as he slowly pulled Draco onto his thighs.<br/>“Hey,” Harry grinned, boyishly dismissing the lull getting comfortable had created. He leaned forward, finding his balance with a hand on either side of Draco’s waist. When one proved sufficient, one instead found the small of Draco’s back that didn’t rest on either Harry nor the couch, wanting to ease the strain.<br/>Harry had every intention of speaking another tease into existence, but it died on his lips. His eyes flickered between Draco’s features, either infatuated or intoxicated. Instead, he grinned, self-aware, and still did as he crossed the last distance to kiss Draco again.